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Except I’d made a promise to a perfect stranger, a man I’d known only hours. I wouldn’t break my word. Not after what Isaiah had done for me.
We’d survive this. We’d coexist and bide our time. At some point, the days wouldn’t feel so long and heavy, right?
And last night, I’d stopped pretending I wasn’t in love with my husband.
“Proud of you, girl.” Draven’s whisper hit my ear at the same time the tears fell down my cheeks. “So damn proud.” I smashed my face harder into his chest. “Thanks, Dad.” His arms squeezed tight at the name. “Goddamn, I wish things were different.” So did I.
“I have no family. None. Except for you and Nick. Isn’t that a sad fucking fate? All of my family is dead because of some motorcycle club I didn’t know existed a year ago. Not the Warriors. Your club.” I poked at his shoulder. “Yet you act like this is my fault. So fuck you.”
Dash was blurry as he stepped closer. Three long strides and my brother was hugging me, squishing me to his chest. Shocked by the change, it took me a moment to hug him back. Then my arms found their way around his back.
“Do you think, someday, the past will stop defining who you are?”
Tonight, he wasn’t my brother or the loving husband of my best friend. Tonight, Dash was the cruel and hard president of a motorcycle gang. And he’d brought along his brothers.
We hadn’t started off strong, but the ties that bound us together were strengthening. Dash and Nick had embraced me as their sister. Each year, the three of us met here in Clifton Forge on the anniversary of Dad’s death to toast him by his graveside. While they’d go and visit their mother’s headstone, I’d do the same with mine.
