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“Do you want three wedding rings too?” he asked as he pulled away.
She smiled softly, looking at all of us with affection. “Being a family and cared for is all I’ve ever wanted, and you three are my heart and soul.”
EPILOGUE
TWO-ISH MONTHS LATER
The repetitive thumping of fingertips was the soundtrack to my thoughts. The thump-thump helped calm the itch to stab the woman who was making dick-me-down eyes at Caleb. She’d already eye-fucked Kenji and Niko.
“Ryan, if you don’t tell your girl to back the fuck off my husband, you’re going to be paying workers’ comp. Because the bitch is about to fall off a stage,” I gritted out.
The new cartel kingpin glanced over her shoulder toward the table our men were sitting at. Well, she had one man, while I had three.
“Push her. I don’t know that bitch,” she said with a shrug, but her body went rigid when the woman ran a manicured finger over the tattoos on Gunner’s arm. I chuckled at the way she shot up out of her seat, ready to storm over. She always was the shoot-first, who-gives-a-fuck-about-questions kind of woman. My hand landed on her forearm, stilling her movements.
“Remember the night I was here installing the security?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Her face morphed from a murderous rage into a conspiratorial grin. “Scar, this is why I love that evil genius brain of yours.” She yanked me up, dragging me behind her toward the dancers’ dressing room entrance. “Come on, Nikki is supposed to be on next. She’ll love this. She and Dex are in some fucked-up standoff where the goal is to flirt with everyone possible to piss each other off. Oh, and they’re fighting over Robert too.”
I laughed. “I knew I liked her. And are you talking sexually fighting over him?” I asked while shouldering people who wouldn’t move out of my way.
Ryan paused, looking back at me, her manicured brows scrunched in confusion. “Huh. I don’t actually know,” she responded before continuing to weave through the patrons celebrating the reopening of Lotería. The club had been closed for renovations for the last few weeks.
“You don’t even notice the bullet holes you riddled this place with,” I commented, snickering at the glare Ryan gave me. “Don’t be pissed at me; you’re the one who stormed in here like you were in a Bruce Willis movie.”
“Okay, Scar, we can’t all be fucking John Wick and take people out with pencils or whatever the fuck you use.”
“I use a gun as often as you do, but I try to hit the fucking person and not the walls,” I said, laughing when she flipped me off before glancing over my shoulder toward the boys. The bitch was still at their table, batting her lashes like she had something in her eye.
“Those assholes should’ve told her to fuck off already. They deserve what’s coming,” I said as we pushed into the dressing room.
In their defense, they all looked uncomfortable, and Niko might have been telling her just that based on how he was flicking his hand toward her. But Ryan and I weren’t going to miss out on our chance to be petty. We needed some fun after the last few weeks of straight fucking chaos.
Tits, glitter, and perfume were everywhere when we entered the posh dressing room. The walls were lined with vanities, each with a lit mirror hanging above it. There was a whole wall dedicated to racks for the dancers to hang their costumes and store their shoes. Lotería was a gem of a club. Ryan had something special with this place, and I was glad she’d decided to stop running guns out of it.
She was still running them, just no longer out of the club. We’d partnered with her and the Skeletons of Society MC to expand the Syndicate’s operation. With Mario and Sergio gone, Ryan had seamlessly slid into the position of kingpin.
It wasn’t quite the same situation with me and the mafia. I’d always been a pariah in my uncle’s organization, so there was no way that his men would accept me with open arms the way Sergio’s had with Ryan.
So I’d burned the fucking organization to the ground.
When I told Caleb and Kenji how I’d kept Dominick alive so our plan would still work, they both sank to their knees and gave me so many orgasms that I thought I’d pass out. Poor Niko couldn’t participate since he’d still been on bed rest, but the fucker loved to watch and direct, and I’d made sure to take good care of him with my mouth after.
The call I’d made before I raced to the warehouse was to my cleaners. I’d instructed them to store Dominick in the holding cells under my apartment building. It had been a herculean feat not to put a bullet in his brain that night, but fuck if I wasn’t happy I’d waited.
Two-ish weeks after all the shit went down, I collected on Gunner’s favor. One of his remaining connections in the FBI walked in to find a compiled package of evidence against the mafia. There was no way they could say no to prosecuting the remaining members with the amount on the thumb drive. The lawyers didn’t have to do shit to prepare for the RICO case.
I’d always known the years of blackmail I saved would come in handy. I’d made it look like Dominick was the leak of the intel and threw in some shit on the Circle, too, to get Dominick on their radar. Not even twenty-four hours went by, and the Circle contacted Cain to put a hit on the don.
I told you I’d paint the walls with chunks of your fucking skull.
Those were my last words to Dominick before I blew a forty-five-caliber hole in his head.
“Nikki.” Ryan’s yell pulled me back into the moment. The blond bombshell spun around, a giant smile on her face, but her eyes looked…haunted. I’d heard about the shit that went down here while I was busy in New York—the secrets that managed to rear their ugly heads. Nikki had her own monsters to slay, and it looked like she was worried about them coming to collect.
“Hey, what are you two doing back here? Coming to join in on the fun?” she asked, rolling a stocking over her ivory legs before attaching it to the garter around her thigh.
“Actually, yeah, we are. Have any spare shit?” I asked.
