Epilogue
Anchor – Ten Years Later
I groan as I climb off my bike and stretch, my back killing me from being bent over my client all afternoon doing a full back piece, which is good for my bank account but bad for my fucking spine.
Damn, I sound old….
Huffing, I raise a hand to Art, who continues his path to the houses at the back of the compound, while I walk toward the clubhouse. Roughly five years ago, Steal made Art an enforcer for the club to help Pitbull and Cannon out with security and shit, and was allowed to build a house.
He’s still a player, a bachelor, but he loves his cabin built near my log house, though the fucker is always around mine, disrupting my kids. Speaking of my kids….
Smiling, I walk into the club, instantly noticing my children the my mother and Heaven’s watch during the day sometimes. However, I frown when I don’t see a certain white blonde-haired beauty with the other old ladies where she normally is this time of day.
“Where in the fuck is my wife?” I mumble as I look around the common room, not seeing her.
“Hey, Dad,” Micha says as he walks over, a prospect cut on, and I grin and walk over to him, replying, "Hey, Bud, you look good with the cut.”
He beams, gripping the leather and pulling it tight.
“Thanks, though I don’t know if mom has come around to it yet,” he says with a slight sadness.
I smile. “Your mother is proud of you, Micha. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have helped me find you your Harley for your prospecting gift.”
Heaven was hesitant when Micha came home, stating he wanted to prospect for the club, but he’s nearly twenty-one and knows his mind.
He’s in college full-time, wanting to follow in my footsteps. He also knows exactly what I did to his mom twenty years ago and has ensured to never do the same; he hasn’t even had a girlfriend yet.
Fuck, he’s still a fucking virgin, something he isn’t ashamed to admit.
“Then where is she?” he asks. “I got my prospecting cut this morning, and yet she’s not here to congratulate me, and damn, I don’t want to sound needy, but a hug would have been nice.”
I frown and look around the room again.
Everyone is here, including the kids, old ladies, and even the clubwhores, who are dressed normally for the prospect’s celebration day. We do this when we have more than three prospects signing up, yet my Angel is nowhere to be seen.
“That is a good fucking question. She should have left Jimmy’s two hours ago,” I mumble, concern hitting me.
In the past ten years, Heaven’s business has picked up nicely, and she is the most sought-after lawyer this side of Brooklyn. She helps out people in need with legal issues, while continuing to work for Jimmy, going through all his contracts. She also bails us brothers out when we fuck up, and looks over our contracts for all the employees and contractors.
My wife is loyal if anything, and I’m one lucky fucker.
I notice my daughter Mary, who is ten, sitting with Tara, Heaven’s mom, and her husband, Trig—yeah, that romance was a fucking shocker—reading her a book, and my son Cameron, who is eight, sitting next to Trig.
Heaven’s mom stayed single for a good five years, bettering herself and seeking therapy after Heaven and I finished ours. Tara met Trig at a family day picnic. He’s six years younger than her, but he keeps her in check, and she’s become the grandmother to our kids that my wife wished she had as a mother growing up. The fact that my wife never holds it against her is astonishing to me, but it just shows how much of a good heart she has.
I look around the room again and notice my six-year-old son, George, hanging off Sniper, the Devils MC brother, near the bar, his old lady, and our missing club princess Aurora, laughing at them as she holds her large pregnant belly.
Finding out she shacked up with him was a fucking shock, but knowing Axe held her captive for a year and fucking raped her was rage-inducing.
The fucker raped her and knocked her up, but she brought up her daughter with nothing but love and care.
We allowed the Devils to have the kill, especially with her married to Sniper and wearing his cut, while the brothers who helped him are dusted.
We tortured and killed the fuckers.
“Hi, Daddy!” I hear squealed, and I look near the pool table to find my four-year-old daughter Celia being hung upside down by my dad in one hand and Acid’s son hanging upside down in the other. I grin before I blow her a kiss.
White blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.
Out of all six of my kids, she looks the most like my wife, right down to the dimple on her left cheek. The others are spitting images of me, with dark eyes and hair—well, except for Micha, who has his mother’s eyes.
“Mom!” Micha says excitedly, and I quickly turn as he rushes past me to see her gently place Eddy, our two-year-old son, on the floor, who instantly rushes over to me.
I chuckle and catch him, throwing him in the air. His dark eyes sparkle with happiness as he squeals, and I hold him tight, kissing his head.
This little dude is the daredevil of my kids, jumping off the back of the couch or even off the jungle gym. He’s always got to be fucking watched.
“I’m sorry I’m late, Micha,” Heaven blurts, and I watch as she embraces our son, holding him tightly despite him now being taller.
“I wish my daughter would embrace me that way,” Steal grumbles from beside me as Micha holds his mom tighter, being the shameless momma’s boy he is, and I snort.
“Brother, you grounded her for sneaking a ride on your bike—something you did and got your road name for,” I reminded him.
He chuckles. “I have to admit, I was kind of proud.”
I grin as Eddy squeals and throws himself at Steal, who catches him instantly, and throws him in the air.
Between the pair of us, we have nine kids, and fuck me, is it awesome.
Perrie and Acid have three, one on the way, Natalie and Piston have five, and Pitbull has two….
The club is full of kids, and even Shotgun and his old man, Tanner, Cassidy’s best friend, are adopting.
“I was worried, Mom,” Micha says with a slight frown.
Heaven smiles gently at him and replies, “I’m sorry. I just needed to do something this morning." She looks my way and scowls, and my eyes widen in shock.
“Fuck, brother, what did you do?” Steal mutters, taking a step back, holding my son tighter, hoping for protection.
I clear my throat and reply, “I have no idea….”
“Did she find out about Ginger?” he questions, and I shake my head, knowing that is impossible.
The bitch was due to be released next week after having time added on for having an inappropriate relationship with a guard to try and steal his keys, but there were rumors that she was after my wife and kids.
I did what I had to, and got one of our girls on the inside to end her.
Rumor has it that she hung herself, but the truth is she had help.
“Uh, Mom, why do you look like you want to kill Dad?” Micha asks with confusion while my wife, my smart, gorgeous, sweet, caring wife’s scowl turns into a glare, and I feel my dick harden because, fuck me, she looks hot like that, even if I have the sense to back away slowly.
“Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart. Maybe because he lied to me!” she snaps, and I frown in confusion.
“You sure she doesn’t know?” Steal asks, also confused.
“I haven’t lied to you, Angel. You know I never would, not after what we went through,” I admit, ignoring Steal.
I wouldn’t, either. The whole Ginger thing is different; it’s for her safety, but I’m an open book to her for everything else. I won’t risk losing her again, I fucking can’t.
The room quiets, sensing something isn’t right, as she huffs. “Really, so you did get the snip, then?”
Ah fuck, I forgot about that….
I wince and side-eye my dad, who sucks in a breath and looks anywhere but at my wife, especially when he came with me, and even he ran out with his tail between his legs when the doctor asked me to take off my pants.
“Angel, the fucking knife was huge. I couldn’t have that near my balls,” I admit like a pussy, and Micha snorts but coughs to cover it as he takes his brother from a now laughing Steal.
“Really?” Heaven asks, and I take a step back at the anger she’s showing me, and she snaps, “Funny, because a little pain for a few weeks is nothing compared to what I have to go through for nine fricking months, then hours upon hours of labor, before endless nights of no sleep and no husband time!”
“Oh my God, am I going to be a grandma again?” Tara asks with excitement, catching on instantly, while my mouth drops open in shock. Heaven crosses her arms over her chest, her large tits squishing together behind her blouse.
Huh, I thought they looked bigger when I was sucking on them last night….
A slow grin spreads across my face, and Heaven groans, “Travis!” and everyone laughs.
“I said I was going to keep you pregnant forever,” I admit as I slowly walk toward my wife like a lion after his prey.
She points her finger at me and snaps, “And I wanted to have more time with my husband!”
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll help out with the kids,” Micha adds, making her scowl at our son, who just grins—the same grin as me.
As I reach my wife, I grip her hips and yank her into me, her hands going to my biceps, her rings sparkling.
“I fucking love you, Heaven,” I rasp. “I love our kids, our family, and I love, even more, that we’re adding to it.”
She sighs. “But eight kids, Travis?”
I place my forehead against my wife’s, my heart hurting at the one we lost nearly eleven years ago when I almost lost her.
She always adds that child in when she mentions how many kids we have.
“The more the fucking merrier, Heaven, because we make awesome kids,” I mutter, and her eyes shine, her smile forming.
“We do, don’t we?” she mutters back, and I grin.
“Fuck yeah, we do,” I reply before kissing her hard, holding her body close to mine.
Fuck, I missed her. Eight hours without seeing her is too fucking long in my books.
“Uh, Micha, how do you not want to gag at your parents doing that?” I hear Moira gag in the background, and the brothers laugh.
“Because, unlike you, Moira, I spent ten years of my life watching my parents struggle to get together again. Their love is something I wish to have one day,” our son replies.
I smile against my wife’s lips, who melts, hearing our son, before shoving my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, not caring about our audience or the fact that some of our kids are wrapping their arms around us.
This girl consumes me inside and out.
She’s an amazing lawyer, a caring mother, and the best wife and old lady a man could ever ask for, and it’s something I’ll never lose because where she goes, I fucking go.
Always….