Chapter 15: A New Horizon
The morning sun broke over the county line, burning away the lingering mist and casting a warm, golden glow across the gravel courtyard of the clubhouse. The heavy iron gates stood wide open, welcoming the steady stream of morning light that chased away every lingering shadow of the past. Inside the main room, the long wooden tables were cluttered with coffee mugs, scattered blueprints, and legal documents—the messy, beautiful blueprint of a new life we were building together.
I sat at the corner desk by the window, the morning breeze rustling through my hair as I carefully opened the battered pages of Galrriets. The spine was cracked, the paper yellowed with age, but the words inside remained a steady, unchanging home. For years, this book had been my only shield against a world that tried to erase me. Now, it was simply a reminder of where I had started and how far I had traveled. The forged trusts had been nullified, the foundation’s assets legally restored to my name, and Evelyn was facing a lengthy trial behind bars where her polished public masks could no longer protect her.
Jax walked in carrying two steaming mugs of black coffee, setting one down beside my elbow without a word before leaning his hip against the edge of the desk. He looked out the window toward the highway in the distance, his rugged expression thoughtful and calm.
"Lawyer called from the city," Jax said quietly, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "Everything's finalized. The property's officially yours whenever you're ready to look at it. Though nobody's kicking you out of here, mind you."
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I traced my thumb along the worn cover of the book, feeling the familiar texture of the cardboard and glue. "I know," I said, looking up at him with a steady, certain gaze. "I'm not going anywhere yet. We still have a lot of miles left on these bikes."
Jax let out a low, gravelly chuckle, shaking his head as a genuine smile broke through his beard. He reached out and lightly tapped the cover of Galrriets with his knuckle. "That's right, kid. Let's ride." I closed the book softly, the sound quiet and definitive in the morning air, and stood up to walk out into the bright, open road ahead.
