Page 98 of Filthy Savage
His mouth touches mine again, and right there, in the middle of the federal prison’s parking lot, I kiss my man, and I’m happier than I ever imagined I could be.
I love this man.
He loves me.
And we’re embarking on a life that I never even dreamed was possible. I can’t wait to go to bed and wake up tomorrow.
I feel like I live in a dream every single day.
EPILOGUE
SPENCER
TWO MONTHS LATER
Standingin the middle of the empty apartment, I look around. It looks just like it did the day I moved in here. I thought that this was it. I had truly made it. This was luxury, and I’d worked my way here.
Moving to Austin for college was the scariest thing I’d ever done in my entire life, but Humble had my back. He supported me every step of the way, even when I wouldn’t return to Pineville to visit him. When I was being selfish. When I was being scared.
I moved from the dorm to an apartment with roommates, started my own business, and eventually got my own place. This place was me making it all by myself. This was my big start in the world.
Humble may have helped me a lot along the way, but not with this. Once college was over and I was working full-time, Istopped asking for financial help. I was determined to do it all on my own, and I did.
I bite my bottom lip, then inhale a deep breath, close my eyes, and just let it soak in. This was my home, this was my life, and now it’s the past. My future is outside somewhere, and I’m so excited about it that I have to pinch myself to make sure it’s real.
“You ready, beautiful?” a deep voice asks from behind me.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder. I look at my future. My past and future are all wrapped up in one tall, muscular, bearded, tattooed body. How is this my life? I smile at the sight of my man.
“I’m ready,” I say.
It took us a couple of months to actually get out here and pack the apartment up. There has been a lot going on, even if I don’t understand or actually know what any of it is or what it means. Club business and that federal group—all of it—which has been nerve-racking, at the least, considering Jasmine hasdisappeared.
“Your Tesla is all sold and handled. Cash in hand,” Evan adds as he holds out his hand for me. “And the truck is already heading back.”
“Already?” I ask.
He grins. “You’ve been standing in here for at least an hour, Spencer.”
My eyes widen. I feel like I’ve been standing here for five minutes. Once I walk out of this apartment, I know I’ll never be back here again. I’m no longer this girl.
My world has been flipped around, turned upside down, and restarted. I never imagined this for myself, but it’s the sweetest ending and beginning all at the same time. Together, we walk out of the apartment, hand in hand, and I close the door behind me.
I’m not sure what the details of my future hold, but I’m excited about it nonetheless. We make our way down the staircase, and then he walks us over to a brand-new mint-green-and-white Bronco.
Evan reaches for the passenger door handle. “Evan, what are you doing?” I hiss.
He turns his head, looking over his shoulder at me with a smirk. “Hop on in, beautiful.”
“Evan?” I ask.
He laughs softly. “The Tesla is gone. I told you it had to go because it just won’t work in East Texas.”
“You did, but you didn’t say anything about a new car,” I say.
He steps away from the car and lifts his hand. His palm cups my cheek as he looks into my eyes. “Beautiful, I’m your man. You’re giving me more than I could ever dream of. Moving back to Pineville, living in my cabin, sharing a whole fucking life with me. The least I could do was buy you a car.”
Tears fill my eyes. His words are beautiful. He is beautiful. I love everything about Evan Hughes, and in this moment, I love him even more. It’s not about the car. It’s about everything else.