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Published February 1, 2023
"You're looking at her like she's your reason for breathing -- but she's the woman you left on her own to be hurt by her ex. If it weren't for Darren, she'd have been beaten to death. Because of you, prospect. Her beating is on you. You left Briony so you could ride to the rescue of a woman who'd played you for months. That act alone means you gave up all rights to this woman and no amount of looking at her with puppy-dog eyes will make you worth her forgiveness." He was right, but that didn't mean I could stop thinking of her. If life had a do-over button, I would have re-done that night even if it had cut forty years off my life. Anything so Briony wouldn't be hurt, wouldn't suffer because of me.
"You left me, Max. We'd just had sex, you were talking sweetly to me, and then Wendie called and you went running. I begged you to stay and you left me. You were in such a hurry to get to her you couldn't even wait for Darren to show up. All because you thought your ex girlfriend was in danger. I didn't mean anything to you, and that became crystal clear in that moment. Wiped my blinders clean off. Maybe that was on me for letting it go on so long, for not saying something sooner about you constantly helping Wendie, for not giving you an ultimatum to choose one of us." "Bri, this isn't on you at all in any way. You shouldn't have had to say anything or give me an ultimatum -- I should have stopped running to help Wendie on my own. And I'm sorry, Bri. I'm so sorry..."
"Do you think I didn't learn from the biggest fuck up of my life, Briony? I left you, the woman I love, for someone who didn't mean shit to me because I had to go play hero. You know how that knowledge eats away at me like a fucking disease? You don't think I wish I could have a do-over for that stupid fucking decision just about every hour of every day? Do you honestly think I'd leave you for her or anyone else ever again?" I grabbed her soft hands in mine and just let myself enjoy the feel of her skin on mine for a minute. "Briony, it wasn't Wendie I missed for a year. It was you. It wasn't Wendie I had to go see the same day my time as a prospect was up. It was you. It wasn't Wendie I tried to get information on for a year. It was you. And it was you that fucking made my heart stop when you walked through the club house doors after I hadn't laid eyes on you for six months. A half a year of wondering how the hell you were doing. That's a really long answer just to say no, no way in hell would I leave you if Wendie was somehow able to get ahold of me."
"The back of your bike's seen a lot of action," I said icily. "If you're talking about Wendie, yeah, she's been on the back of my bike, and so have some other women. All clubs are different," Max explained. "In the Rampage, we'll put women on the back of our bikes and it doesn't mean anything except we're going somewhere and she's going with us. Nothing deeper than that. But that all changes when we make someone our ol' lady. Then no one sits behind us on our bike except her and she doesn't sit on any bike but ours." "So, essentially, I'm just another in a long line of women who have been on the back of your bike?" "You aren't the first, no," he said evenly. "But you're the last woman who'll ever be behind me on my bike. And to the Rampage, last is the only thing that matters. Last is your ride or die."
"Wendie and I would never have made it for a lot of reasons. She hated my lifestyle and I wasn't willing to give it up for her. More importantly, I didn't love her." "But you always ran to her when she needed anything," I reminded him. "I did. You were the first woman I dated that wasn't...needy, I guess would be the word. You didn't expect me to solve all your problems or handle every issue, and, to be honest, that confused the hell out of me. I didn't know what that meant for us. For me. In my experience, I had to be needed to make sure of my place in someone's life. And since you didn't need me, that made me uncertain." "And you got that neediness with Wendie." "Definitely got the neediness, and in the back of my mind, by running to help her, I was keeping the door open with her in anticipation of you ending it with me. At one point, I'd been willing to let what I had with Wendie be enough. That would have been a huge mistake, but it was hard to let go of that feeling of being needed."
"Being friends with you is the hardest thing I've ever done, Briony, because I want so much more with you and I don't know if you'll ever be able to accept me as your man. But I want you to know our friendship has also become the most important thing in my life. It's the most real relationship I've ever had with anyone, and every day I fall more and more in love with you because I'm discovering there's more and more of you to love."
"Every time I'm with you, I feel happy, Max. This friendship we've built is everything to me." "It's something new for both of us, I think," he said. "But whichever way it goes, we needed this. We needed to be friends outside of the circumstances we were in before." He was right about that. It had been so incredibly artificial before. I was confined to the compound, I was with Max most of the time cause he was assigned to protect me and we'd become friends then lovers inside of that bubble. But we'd never labeled what we were; we'd never set parameters around what we were to each other. We'd never discussed feelings. I'd let sex cover a multitude of relationship sins. Now we'd been building something almost entirely new.
"My whole life was based on not being alone and needing to be needed, Briony. Ran from one girl to the next to meet that need because I couldn't stand being alone and not being needed. Well, I've been alone for a year and a half now and I've survived. But what I learned in all those months was what I really wanted was you. Want, not need, and it's taken me until this point in my life to figure it out, but I finally figured it the fuck out."
"I'm just going to put it out there once and for all so you know, so there's no doubt in your mind. I love you, Briony, and I want to marry you, spend the rest of my life with you, raise a family with you, build a home with you. I know what I did -- that night, even before that night with running to help Wendie, failing to commit to you because I was so fucking insecure -- but I can't take any of it back, and I'd give my right arm if I could. I'd take it all back if I could, swear it on my life. Briony, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but that hasn't stopped me from hoping that someday you'd find your way to it. I was hoping that somehow my remorse would be communicated to you through my actions, that you'd see I would give my life to keep you safe. I will never leave you, Briony, and I would die a thousand times before I'd let you be hurt again."
I will never leave you again. I will never let you get hurt again. I will never make a wrong choice with you ever again. I will always put you first, over everything and everyone. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how grateful I am for your forgiveness. I will show you every single day how much I love you and how unbearable my life would be without you. I will protect you and cherish you until the day I die.