Epilogue Delancy
A Few Months Later
T he crime world of New York City has changed.
No more Empire. No more Lords. No more QBM.
Three organizations, formed because greedy men desired power, died because of that greed and entitlement.
Noah’s father must have known his daughter was going to kill him or maybe he kept his will up-to-date.
He left everything to her. His money, which she either donated or handed over to the FBI—to secure herself connections with very powerful people.
His townhouse, which she turned into a domestic abuse shelter.
His businesses, which she sold for pennies to some of the families Gio wronged.
As for the men who murdered Noah’s mother… there were three men that night, not two. Noah only saw two because the third was on the lookout at the door. They were the same men who showed up at my family’s home the next night. The same men who I tracked down and killed years later.
The only thing we never figured out is what took Gio away on Christmas day. Noah says he was just being an asshole.
“Are you ready?” she asks, exiting the bathroom in a black sparkling gown to match her black hair. “The traffic into the city is going to be horrible tonight.”
We moved into a house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of Westchester County.
Our corgi, Kevin, runs up to Noe, hopping on his short stubby legs, begging to be pet.
“Do we have to go?” I whine, adjusting my tuxedo jacket.
“Yes.”
She walks over to where I stand—almost as tall as me in those fuck me heels— and leans in for a kiss. It’s too quick, and I consider grabbing her by the waist and holding her hostage in my arms until our mouths are raw from kissing.
My brother is hosting a fundraiser and networking event for his new organization.
The Five Boroughs Alliance. FBA. Or just, simply, the Alliance.
He considered attaching his name to his crime syndicate calling it the Cartel Cabal and even the Carter Cartel, but I advised him to keep it neutral, especially after word spread about Percy’s resurrection… and his subsequent death.
He was wise to listen to me. Not that I’m his underboss or his consigliere.
Noah and I agreed to take a step back from all crime syndicates. Instead, we’re going to travel and focus on us. And our new business venture.
We’re pairing up to continue killing assholes who deserve it, but we’ll be doing it as a team.
I wonder what we’ll be called.
Will our names be merged?
Colpa and the Marionette?
Sicario’s Marionette?
Maybe they’ll call us Puppet and Master. Or the Puppeteers. No, wait... that sounds like a children’s show.
It doesn’t matter, because we’re finally free to do what we want.
Elias has his new mighty mafia to lead, comprised of soldiers from the Empire and QBM—no Lords since they were all killed or went into hiding.
He’s even got the girl... I think. Their relationship is weird, so I don’t know.
And I have my rainbow bright.
“What if we skip the event and fuck instead?” I offer, but Noah frowns.
“This is an important night for your brother. Be happy for him. You two are finally mending your relationship.”
I hate it when she’s right.
“Look, I promise tonight will be worth it,” she adds, and I raise an eyebrow.
“What are you up to, Vixen?”
She closes her eyes and hums at the nickname. Her favorite, I’ve learned.
She adjusts my tie and clutches onto my tux jacket to tug me closer. “I found someone to peg you while you fuck me.”
I narrow my eyes at her. As fun as that sounds, I’m quite territorial over Noah. Would she risk bringing in a third party to the bedroom again?
She bursts into laughter.
“I’m just kidding, but it will happen, Delancy Gene Carter. I want to feel your cock inside me while you’re getting reamed.”
My dick jerks at the words. Fine, I want that too. I want her and if this will make her happy, I’ll gladly do whatever she asks of me.
“I booked a job for us.”
Now that deserves a smile.
“Us? Like, you and me?”
She nods, biting her lip. “It’s in London next week. A man running a child trafficking ring out of an orphanage.”
My blood boils. Oh, I am going to enjoy killing this man.
“We’ll show up as a hopeful couple wanting to adopt, then we’ll get the man alone and—”
She runs her thumb across the front of her neck.
Kill him.
“And what about the kids in the orphanage? What happens to them? Or the ones who were sold?”
“I’ve already lined up adopters for most of them. The ones who were sold are being tracked down now. We’re going to spend the next few weeks killing off the buyers. I mean, not all of them are bad, but I’d say the majority of them are.”
“You’ve been busy, Kevin,” I say and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body against mine.
Kevin, the dog, barks and I roll my eyes. I hate that Noah wanted to name him that because now I can’t use it to rile her up. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“After we do this job, we’ll spend a couple weeks playing tourist across the UK.”
She’s finally getting to visit Scotland.
“Now,” Noah begins, running her palms up and down my chest, “let’s get this over with so we can come back and fuck.”
“God, I love you, Vixen.”
“I love you more, Puppet.”
“Impossible.”
“Undeniable.”
And with that, she peels herself out of my arms and walks away, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I'm following.
I’ll follow her through hell and high water.
My rainbow bright.
The End