“The club comes first?”
“Always,” he said.
“When will the cops come calling?” she asked.
“Not for a long time.” Saint stood up, moving around the desk to lean against it. “I should have listened to your concerns earlier, Knife. I apologize.”
“How do you know?” Sarah asked.
“He had photographs of you, of Knife, of the club. There were several that … were very personal and private. I have destroyed them.”
Saint moved past them, opening his door.
Once she stepped out of the door, she agreed to keep that secret. Knife took hold of her hand, and with him, she got out of the chair and left the office. Elena was nowhere to be seen, so she left the clubhouse immediately with Knife.
They drove back to their apartment, parking the car, and riding up in the elevator until they were inside their apartment. Moving to the window, she stared out across the landscape. In the distance she caught sight of the city that beckoned so many people.
Knife walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s all just a little surreal to me.” She rubbed at her temple. “I love you, Knife. Please, don’t go crazy on me.”
He laughed. “I don’t know, would you call this crazy?” He lifted a hand in front of her. Knife held a simple cut diamond ring. “Marry me.”
“What?” She stared down at the ring in his hands, and spun to face him. “You want to marry me?”
“Of course. There’s no one else I want to marry. I’m in love with you, Sarah. I’ve been in love with you since I walked into that bar, and saw you with your purple hair. You captured my attention, and you’ve never lost it. When you left, I figured I’d get over whatever hold you had over me, but again, you held me, Sarah. You’ve always had me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop the control you have.” He stroked her cheek. “Marry me. Make me a crazy but in love man. I’m not a great guy, but I will make you happy.”
“Yes,” she said. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him as tears started to fall. They were a mixture of sadness and relief. Ralf would always be in her heart, but he had turned that love she held for him into something ugly.
She felt guilty that she was happy he was gone, but she hoped he was going to be at some peace.
Knife took her hand, sliding the ring on her finger.
It was a perfect fit.
“I love you, Sarah.”
He wrapped his arms around her and took possession of her lips. Sara gave herself over to him. After all, she never loved anyone like she did this man. He was her bad guy that was good.
****
It took four months before the cops came calling, and by that time, they were already married. Knife stayed with her as they answered questions. She handled everything perfectly, and afterward, they rode over to the Saints and Sinners’ clubhouse. Several of the Hell’s Wolves were already there. Elena was heavily pregnant, expecting Pipe’s second child.
He wasn’t even trying to get Sarah pregnant yet. Knife was too damn selfish to share her. Even as he watched her holding Bluebell, he didn’t have any desire or urge to get her pregnant.
“Are you thinking baby thoughts?” Pipe asked, coming to stand beside him.
“Fuck off. I’m not stupid like you.”
“How has she been?” Saint asked, coming to stand beside him.
“The cops scared her a little. I don’t think she wanted to deal with Ralf and all of his shit again.”
“We’re all good. The apartment has been emptied and put up for rent. As far as anyone is concerned, Ralf has gone away, and not left a forwarding address,” Saint said.
“You killed him?” Knife asked.
“Like I said, the club comes first.”