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Willoughby
From his perch high on the cliff, he put out his cigar and sipped his brandy. His gaze was fixed on Alice and Diesel playing in the sea.
Oh, what plans Willoughby had for that pair of lovers. If only they had realised! Willoughby’s eyes twinkled as he relished the battles with Diesel ahead. He was a decent man, Willoughby decided. Well worth being his joint-heir. Diesel just wasn’t aware yet!
Epilogue.
Chance
One month later.
He stood looking out at the land through the trees, a ten-minute walk away was his home. Clio was resting with Dax, both safe and sound at last. Dax had reached six pounds and had been released from the hospital earlier than anyone thought. His tiny baby son was a guzzler and wouldn’t stop eating. For his poor start in life, Dax was making up for it.
Bikes roared, and he heard Hellfire park behind him. Chance didn’t turn around. Not even when Bear stood by him and placed a hand on his shoulder. One by one, Chance sensed Hellfire spread out in a semi-circle as they all looked at their president.
“I see it like this. By the road, an eight-foot high, two-foot-thick wall. Strong steel gates. Right there,” Chance pointed, “the new clubhouse. Behind that field, there, our homes. The clubhouse at the front and houses at the rear, protected. All enclosed by this wall. See those trees? They lead to my home and make an easy path to connect us.
“That brown field, in the far distance. Put a wet room in there, deep underground. Build a separate road, so perps don’tcome near our families. Behind that, we’ll have the incinerator. Follow that fence. This would be our land, for our women and family. Over there, guest accommodations for visiting clubs. And there in the centre, a massive swimming pool for the youngsters, and a huge playground and an inside play centre for the children in the winter. There are one hundred acres here, boys. More than enough for each of us to have a home here.
“On the old Hellfire land, a five-bay maintenance repair shop. Next to it, another garage for design work. New bigger parts store. Want a car wash, those earn good cash, and we’ll section the old forecourt off as a paid parking lot. Parking is tight in Spearfish now. It’s a money earner,” Chance announced and finally looked at his brothers.
“We own this land?” Bear asked.
“Hellfire owns it, and we can build. Permits already gone through thanks to bringing that fuckin’ cult down and what it cost us,” Chance said.
“Peaceful,” Pyro commented, cocking his head.
“Could you live here, brother?” Chance urged.
“Yeah, Bunny will love this. Building a community and giving her a family again,” Pyro answered shortly.
“No skanks, I’m done with them,” Rooster spoke, and the others nodded.
“This is our future,” Celt said, nodding.
“We can look forward,” Tiny agreed.
Shee stepped toward Chance and reached into his cut. He pulled out a package and handed it to Chance. Chance frowned but opened it, his fingers pausing at what was inside.
Silently, he held it tightly to his chest and then let the original Hellfire MC flag flutter open in the wind. One edge was slightly charred, and Chance saw where two rips had been mended carefully.
It was his father’s flag; somehow, it had survived the explosion and belonged with them. All was right in Chance’s world. Like the flag, Hellfire would continue to flourish, thanks to a fifty-million-dollar bonus he’d not expected. Paid into his personal bank, Chance intended to use it to rebuild and give his brothers the community they all needed. Rooster’s house would be the first to be built.
Chance squeezed the flag one more time.
His dad would approve.
