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EPILOGUE
KEVLAR
Two Months Later . . .
If someone asked me two years ago or even a year ago, where I’d see my life, I sure as fuck wouldn’t say where it is now. But I also wouldn’t say I didn’t want what I’ve got.
I’ve got a woman that means the world to me. She’s my everything, and I would kill for her. In fact, I already have several times. I took the lives of those who hurt her, and I would do it again if it meant keeping her safe and sleeping peacefully at night. I know she still has nightmares, but with time and me by her side, she’ll be good. They’ll go away and stay that way.
With Dominic dead, his part in the death match business is done with. Granted, it’s not shut down. There are too many hands in that honey pot, but we’ve stood against them, and they’re not going to come at us. Not when we’ve proved to be a force to reckon with. You don’t mess around with the Devil’s Riot MC. We’ll put your ass six feet under first.
Today marks the opening of one of our many businesses, and it’s a big day. The club voted on opening a gym, and Rosemary will be running it for us. What happened took a lot out of her, but with my brothers’ help, we’ve all got her back in the ring and in fighting shape. She might never compete again, and that’s fine. She can teach, and that’s something I know she loves doing. Teaching those who need it on how to defend themselves. My brothers helped her when she needed it most, and I’m thankful to them for it.
After everything that’s happened, the two of us are finally in a good place, and she’s free. Izaiah took over the fight club and so far has kept his word. They’ve left the club alone, but I won’t hold my breath.
Everything happens for a reason, and when it comes down to it, I know if we end up facing off with them, it’ll be to take down the organization. For now, though, it’s none of our business. Not until they make it so.
Mateo has business with us to handle. He knows we’re just running the protection for him and though he’s not my favorite person, I have to respect the way he handles business. He’s not like other men who treat the women who he deals with like shit. Hell, he even gave some of them the option to work for the strip club if that’s what they wanted to do.
I shake the thought of work away. We’ve got shit to do, and once we get it done. I’m taking my woman on a trip, just the two of us, to see her dad and brother. She hasn’t been to her home in so long, it’s high time. I intend to not only ask her to marry me, but I’m marrying her right then and there. I’m not waiting.
This is the woman who was made for me and vice versa. I’ll give her the world and not even think twice. Fighting for Rosemary was worth fighting her in the beginning because it takes a strong woman to be with a man like me, and there’s no doubt that, my woman is the strongest person I know.
BONUS SCENE
ARIES
“What’s going on, Cordy?” I ask, holding the phone to my ear while watching the security cameras in the backroom of the strip club we’ve opened. It’s similar to the one back in Stonewall Mills, but different in other ways. We’ve got different tiers to give the clientele who visit the place what they’re looking for. From the perverts to those who want class. Then there’s the ones who want kink to vanilla. We cater to it all. Guess you can call it a jack of all trades establishment. You have the look but no touch full nude and your typical strip section of the club. This is the area we see a lot of both men and women visit to watch the shows. Then you have the upper levels, where the cost gets higher, and the real fun plays out.
One area has the advanced lap dances that end with those paying for it getting that shit yanked on. The higher level is nothing more than a fuck fest. Best way to way to describe it is free for all fucking. Men come in to fuck however they want. Some women even get in on it. We’ve even got rooms for those who don’t want to participate but want to watch. It’s hilarious to me seeing the amount of people who will come just to fuck other people.Because of this, we take care of the girls we’ve hired for the job and make sure they know this is their decision, and they don’t have to work the upper levels.
Usually, nights after I finish my shift here, I head back to the clubhouse and snag one of the clubwhores and take her to my room to fuck. I’m not about to use one of the employees. I’m not that fucked up, and the women at the clubhouse, they don’t mind it when I tie their arms behind their backs or fuck their asses. Hell, they beg for it most of the time.
With Kevlar taking a few days to take Rosemary back to Colorado to see her dad and brother, I’m covering for him.Getting a call from one of my sisters is the last thing I need right now. I love both Cordelia and Tempest, but that doesn’t mean they’re not both pains in my ass. Swear to fuck, growing up, it was all Fox and I could do to keep them from driving us crazy. Now, with Fox all but vanished, it’s up to me to be there for the girls.
Cordelia’s silence meets my ear, other than her hitched breathing that tells me she’s been crying. “What’s happened, little sister?” I ask, turning my full attention to the phone call rather than the video feed on the surveillance cameras.
“I . . . I think I’m in trouble,” she whispers, her voice breaking.
“Talk to me,” I demand, getting to my feet while pressing a button on the desk to alert Dutch and Wolf, who are working the front, that I need them both back here. If something’s up with my sister, I’m going to have to go to her.
“My friend and I were out with a couple other friends and . . . and we were attacked. They hurt my friend really bad, Aries,” she manages to explain while sobbing.
“Where are you now?” I ask, gritting my teeth at the same time both men step into the office, eyes dark and alert.
“I’m on the New Jersey Turnpike. We had to run. They were going to kill her.”
This is why I didn’t want her to move that far away. To make matters worse, I moved with my club, taking my patch as Road Captain for the Mississippi Charter. Hearing those words from my sister, though, sensing her panic, hearing fear in her voice, it pisses me off. I’m her big brother, and the fact someone put her in danger doesn’t sit well with me.
“Who is this friend?” Whoever this bitch is, she’s getting my sister wrapped in something that pisses me off.
“You know her, Aries. It’s Rory,” Cordelia says cautiously, nearly hesitant.
That’s the last name I expected ever to hear again, and my sister knows it. She knows the history there. So, what the hell is she still doing hanging around the other woman?
Closing my eyes, I tighten my grip around the phone. “Where are you heading?” I demand, fury starting to seep in. It’s all I can do to keep myself in check now, knowing who it is that’s put my sister in a situation like this.
“To you, Aries. We’re heading to you. That’s where Rory said we should go before she passed out.”
Well, fuck.
That’s the last thing I expected to hear from my sister. I thought she’d never leave New York City, she loves it there, but she’s coming here and bringing the trouble with her. That trouble circles around the one woman I never expected to see again.
