All Chapters of The Phoenix Heiress: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The clubhouse smelled faintly of leather and cologne, the kind of mix that clung to men and memories. The guys were gathered in the back room, jackets draped over chairs, ties half-knotted, laughter bouncing off the walls.Matteo was the loudest, as always, cracking jokes while Salvatore tried to keep him in line. Kat’s brothers had that easy rhythm between them, the kind that came from years of shared battles and blood. Watching them, I felt the weight of what today meant — not just for me, but for all of us.Hovak leaned against the wall, his grin sharp but softer than usual. He’d been different lately, steadier. Sarah had something to do with that. My VP had finally let someone in, and it showed in the way his eyes lit when her name came up. I caught him adjusting his cufflinks, muttering something about wanting to look “decent enough for her family.” I smirked. For a man who’d stared down enemies without blinking, it was Sarah who had him nervous.Luca, Kat’s dad, stood near the m

The music had slowed, laughter fading into the night air. The party was winding down, the kind of quiet that settles after a storm of celebration. I caught sight of Koda first—my little man slumped over a plate of wedding cake, frosting smeared across his cheek, his chest rising and falling in the deep rhythm of sleep. The sight tugged at me, fierce and tender all at once. He’d given everything tonight, carrying those rings like they were the world. Now the world had worn him out.Jace was already there, steady as ever. He brushed a hand over Koda’s hair, then looked up at me. His voice was low, but strong, the kind of tone that carried more than words. “I’ll watch him,” he said. “It’s your wedding night. Go.”For a moment, I just stared at him. My boy—no, my man—standing tall, shouldering responsibility without hesitation. Pride burned in my chest, sharp and unrelenting. I gave him a nod, the kind that meant more than thanks. He understood. He always did.I turned to Kat. My Phoenix.

The shed smelled of oil and old wood, the kind of place where secrets lingered long after the doors closed. The air was heavy, thick with anticipation, and every step I took inside felt like walking into the heart of my past.Beth was beside me, her chin lifted, her eyes sharp. She was younger, but there was steel in her spine. Grim’s daughter had inherited his quiet strength, and standing next to her, I felt a strange kind of kinship. She looked like me—enough that Liam’s gaze snapped to her the moment we entered.For a second, his face softened, confusion flickering across his features. “Kat?” he rasped, his voice hoarse, desperate. His eyes darted between us, landing on Beth as if she were some ghost of the girl he used to control.Beth didn’t flinch. She held his stare, unyielding.I stepped forward, my boots echoing against the concrete floor. Wolf stayed close, but this was mine to do. My father, Luca, Matteo, Salvatore, Ripper, Grim—they all stood back, watching, waiting. They

The morning sun was just beginning to burn away the chill, streaks of gold cutting across the gravel as Beth and I stepped out of the Shed. The door shut behind us with a heavy thud, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t flinch at the sound. Liam was behind us now—his shadow, his grip, his poison. We had faced him. We had taken back what he stole.It wasn’t his peace. It was ours.Beth walked beside me, her shoulders straighter than I’d seen in weeks. The silence between us wasn’t heavy anymore—it was steady, like the quiet after a storm. I glanced at her, the question rising before I could stop it.“So… what’s next for you?”Her lips curved into a small, thoughtful smile. “Home,” she said. “I’ll be heading back with my family in a few days. Breaker and I still need to work out some details, but…” She paused, eyes softening. “I want to settle down with him. Start a family.”I felt warmth bloom in my chest at her certainty. “That sounds right for you.”Beth nodded,

The clubhouse smelled of stale smoke and leather, the kind of scent that clung to the walls after years of secrets and blood. Morning light cut through the blinds, striping the table where the men sat—Luca, Salvatore, Matteo, Dad, Hovak, Grim and Ripper. My brothers in arms, my family.I leaned forward, knuckles pressed against the wood. “Kat and Sarah will handle Tiffany.”The words hung heavy. Luca’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t raise his voice, but the weight of his silence was louder than any shout. Finally, he spoke, low and deliberate.“She’s my daughter, Wolf. My little girl. I don’t like her hands getting dirty.” His gaze flicked to me, hard as steel, then softened with reluctant acceptance. “But she’s the club’s queen now. A mafia princess. It was bound to happen.”I nodded. Luca wasn’t wrong. Kat had always been too kind-hearted, too soft for this kind of work. But the world we lived in didn’t care about kindness. It demanded strength. And she had it—more tha