Bullet (BLP Motorcycle Clubs #1)

Epilogue

Two Years Later

I looked at the picture on my phone.

The name on the custom-made granite headstone still stunned me.

I never thought I'd see it.

We grew up together and were supposed to grow old together.

I'd done a lot of bad shit in this world, and the universe made me pay for those debts.

I just hated having to pay in this manner.

We took so much shit for granted because we always felt like we had tomorrow.

Unfortunately, tomorrow was never damn guaranteed.

My eyes watered, but I quickly blinked the notion away.

It was hard to move on after race night, but I had to.

I didn't regret a second.

Clear ran around the backyard with Glass' little stubby legs workin' overtime to keep up with her big sister. It was of no use, though. Clear was now six and fast to be so young.

Clear might've looked like her mama, but Glass was all me.

She had my whole face, chewed like me, and smiled just like me.

I couldn't deny my girls if I wanted to.

They were too much like me.

The sliding door opened, and Crystal walked her pretty ass out the door with a platter of raw marinated meats for the small barbecue that took place in our huge backyard.

It was Glass' second birthday, and we had to do it right for her.

There were two bounce houses, a sweets table, and a table for gifts, with the entire backyard decorated in a Bluey theme.

The girls were definitely having a time, and I loved that for them.

Once Crystal had fully recovered from her gunshot wound, I handled all my business and tightened loose ends, then brought my family back to Arizona.

We stayed with her grandparents for about six months until the house we bought next door was finalized.

I knew she loved being as close to her grandparents as she could, and now that her mama lived next door with her boyfriend, Antonio, it was only right that I made sure she got what she wanted.

It worked out in our favor because date nights were always possible with grandma and great-grandma right next door.

It was love.

Glass walked up and fell into my lap.

I picked my chubby baby girl and kissed the top of her curls.

She snuggled in my lap, taking a break from exerting so much energy with Clear.

Clear sat in the grass next to her Poppy and chuckled at whatever he pointed at in our bushes.

Crystal wobbled up, and I helped her to sit in the chair next to me.

She was six months pregnant with my junior.

I'd finally got my boy.

"What's wrong, love? Are you thinking about your brother again?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I miss him. Crome was my boy. With time, shit gets easier, but I wish things hadn't gotten out of hand like that. It could've been resolved, but old Melvin just had to have the last word."

Crystal kissed Glass' cheeks and then caressed my thigh. "There was no talking or compromising with him. Melvin lived by the sword, and he died by it as well. I can't say I'm sorry enough that Crome isn't with us anymore. Black killing him was unnecessary."

"It wasn't, love. I killed your dad for shooting you, so he retaliated and killed Crome. It's a cycle. We all lived a life of crime fueled by hate and greed, and we had to pay those debts. However, I can't lie. I rather it had been anyone gone but you, and I mean that with my life."

"I know, love. The feeling is mutual." She giggled when I gripped her chin before kissing her passionately.

Life was different, slower now, but I wouldn't trade in my girls for nothing.

My parents flew into town for Glass' birthday, and it was good to see the bond my parents had with Crystal's mom and grandparents.

I was a little skeptical because of the history between my pops and Mrs.

Views, but they were all closer after losing people they loved dearly.

If only our brothers could get on the same page, then shit would be even better.

My family and I took losing Crome hard.

It was odd now having two brothers when I'd had three my whole life.

Woady and Mayor Bishop were engaged and expecting their first child together, while Armor still lived a bachelor's life.

He'd grown colder after losing Crome, and I couldn't blame him.

I gave him his space to grieve, but I kept in contact with him.

Crome's death brought us closer.

For the past two years, we'd honored his death by having an annual bike parade for him. The proceeds always went to multiple charities. It helped to lessen the loss a little more.

Clear walked over from her Poppy and climbed into my lap next to Glass.

I kissed the top of her curls, and my heart smiled.

I hated losing my brother.

Every day, I wished he was here, but I was beyond blessed that I had my family.

After Glass' party ended, I showered and relaxed in our big bed.

We had more than enough rooms in our house to house Bulley's parents and any other guests, but my grandparents walked over to their house with Mama and Antonio.

My brothers refused to come and be around Bulley, and it was the same for his brothers.

If they didn't hate each other before, then they certainly did now.

There was still bad blood between our families.

The feud was still ongoing, with no chance of ending.

I refused to worry about their male egos, though.

Melvin raised his boys to be imbeciles just like him.

It was one thing when he slapped me all those years ago, but to aim a gun at me and actually pull the trigger was something completely different.

I was grateful that I survived and his evil ass was no longer here.

Melvin lost his mind that night.

However, that bullet between his eyes put him out of his misery. My fingers gently caressed my gunshot wound. It was a reminder of how blessed I was.

There were now two little girls and soon a little boy that needed my attention, next to my lovin' husband.

Once I was released from the hospital, they were my main focus.

Our lives moved pretty fast.

It was long overdue, to be honest.

We would've started our life together had I not been sent away in the first damn place. I don't regret a second connecting back with Bulley. He was my first love and my only love.

There was a dip in the bed behind me, and the smell of masculine soap filled my nose. His strong arms pulled me close to his warm and toned body. He was naked, and so was I. It was the only way to sleep with a fine-ass man like him. Bulley rubbed my curls and kissed the side of my neck.

"Are the girls sleeping?" I queried, rubbing my ass over his hard dick.

"Damn, you feel good as hell, and yes, the girls are all bathed and asleep. It's Mr. Nasty Time, but that's only if you're up to it, baby."

I reached behind me and gripped his hard erection. Bulley groped my titties as his long tongue licked up my neck and down to my collarbone. "I'll take that as a yes. Are you in the mood for some soft lovemaking or real kinky shit?"

I smiled and then chuckled. "Give me that gunplay, love."

"Say less." He released me and turned away. I turned on my back, anticipating his next move.

Bulley leaned over and slowly trailed the cold steel of his Ruger down my cheek, around my areolas, down my big belly, and between my legs.

His Ruger massaged my clit until he slowly entered my opening.

I loved the kinky ways we had sex.

Gunplay was another form of role-playing for us.

My freaky ass rode his gun while he sucked my nipples. Bulley made my toes curl, per usual. I squirted from the pleasure, and he removed his gun and replaced it with his dick.

"I fuckin' love you, baby," he murmured in my ear, giving me long and deep strokes.

"Yes! I love you, too!" I screamed, fuckin' him back.

"You've been proved to me how much you love me. That's why every day I wake up, I try to show you I love you a little more than I did the day before. You got my heart, angel," he whispered, fucking me harder and deeper.

Bulley tapped my spot, and I squirted. We'd been through hell together, and I wouldn't change a thing. I loved this man since he was a boy, and I had no intentions of giving up my Big Bulley for no one.

The End