Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

helped Zara complete herself. The woman she’d always meant to become.

She didn’t know she was born to rule at the side of the most famous biker in the country. But here she was, loving her life and knowing she was meant to be here with him.

Her soulmate loved her with so much conviction; it wasn’t hard to be capable when she had that much strength standing at her back. To let herself heal and become comfortable in her skin again.

Zara was who she wanted to be.

She was a grown woman who enjoyed Disney and sweets.

She was the complete opposite of Rider on paper, but they fit like two perfect puzzle pieces in life.

They’d waited to meet.

Fought through the tough times to love one another.

And now they walked side by side into this new chapter of their life.

Zara was speaking the absolute truth when she whispered in his ear how she couldn’t wait to strip him down and celebrate their marriage.

As predicted, Rider lasted four minutes before he growled, grabbed her up, and carried a laughing Zara to start their party of two.

She knew her man and could manipulate his dirty side when it benefitted her too.

The Marinos’ were going to be unreachable for a while.

EPILOGUE

“To be continued…” – Knox Marinos

 

Six months later.

The last of the Souls new business ventures was opening today.

After overseeing the construction, Rider was more than ready to hand over the day-to-day running of them to the managers Zara hired. Some were club groupies; others were locals. It never hurt the club’s rep when they could give jobs to the town. They’d provided forty-five jobs, but that was never his primary goal. Their hard work was all for the profit.

He stopped his bike outside the strip mall, braced a booted foot on the ground and placed a hand on Zara’s thigh behind him. “You good, Icy?”

“I never tire of going on a ride,” she declared, happiness in her tone. He grinned to himself. They’d been busy as hell this past six months. What with getting the shops ready to open, making sure their hellions had food in their bellies, and didn’t throw themselves off the top of a closet. That one was mostly his Harper, she was a handful and a half, and she ruled their household with her endless giggles and love for her brothers. She loved those boys like they belonged to her. Knox, who was coming into his personality, followed her everywhere. He couldn’t do the shit she did yet, but he tried and then screamed when he couldn’t climb like Harper.

Never a dull moment in his house.

Helping Zara down from the bike, he hooked a hand under her hair and brought his mouth to her forehead, lingering for a second.

His fucking salvation is what she was.

She hadn’t tamed the dirty biker he was. If anything, he was filthier than ever because he loved the fucking bones of her.

She was dressed like a biker chick today. Her ice-white hair fluffy and gorgeous around her face. Tight skinny black jeans, fuck-me heeled boots and a white and red tank shirt. But what made her Zara was the printed picture of Mickey Mouse riding a Harley on the front.

His sexy fucking woman. Sweet as she was tough.

She was his world.

Every breath through his lungs was because of, and for her.

Forever Zara.

He made his hard world safe for her and his kids. He couldn’t claim to be decent, not with the things he did or would do again in the future if it needed doing. The Souls wouldn’t run drugs or guns; they didn’t pimp out women. They owned more legal businesses nowadays than they did illegal ones. The shit they did to keep their club in the position it was, Rider especially, still straddled the one percenter title.

His stance was, he’d do what the fuck he had to. He’d put blood on his hands and blacken his soul if it meant his family was golden.

He’d found his priority.

Which meant he’d always be a part of a one-percenter, following his laws and morals, however questionable they were.

Right and wrong were never black and white. He lived in the gray areas and did it happily.

A hand smaller than his slipped into his palm, squeezing him.

How she could look sweeter than sugar when she’d woken him that morning, blowing him hard enough that he lay for a minute afterward, thinking she’d killed him.

“It’s going to be a good day, Rider.” She said, smiling, as they took the walk down the mall to the building on the end where the bar was situated.

She was opening Bar Icy today.

“Zara, I got head even before my eyeballs were open; it’s already been a good day for me.”

She laughed and poked her elbow into his ribs.

Pressing his mouth to her ear as they approached the waiting crowd, the local press and all his boys and their old ladies were already there. “Like when you get in a mood, baby.”

“That’s good to hear,” she told him, looking up through pale lashes, a smile touching her mouth. “I might have another mood when we’re finished here.”

He pumped out a growl and almost bit her on the neck like an animal claiming its mate.

Forever Zara.

His.

Always.

The one woman he’d walk through fire for.

Troubles would come. But she was his most stable constant.

He’d be a fool to ever fuck that up.

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, he tucked her into him, feeling how she curled her arm around his waist.

People watched them as they passed by. Like they were someone to envy and fear. In their house, they were only Rider and Zara. She’d given him a piece of normal he cherished. If not for Zara, he