Epilogue
Two Months Later
Everything I believed would manifest into a nightmare became a dream come true. I always viewed marriage asa meansto an end, but Frankie taught me better. Three months together and the fearless lady with talented hands had become the center of my world. The night we made love, I was so afraid of hurting her. I didn’t know how she would look when we were done. I can tell you now that there was nothing but love in her eyes. A love I had never felt, and I could not live without.
The night I handled the G-Riderz, I cringed when I realized Frankie was awake when I got home. I didn’t need permission to take an enemy’s life, but I wanted her forgiveness. I could tell I messed up her plans, but I liked to think I made it up toher.
“Man,hurry up! Clover just texted me saying she’s pulling up with Frankie in five minutes!” I hollered out of annoyance.
“Draco, you need to hit the blunt and relax.” Quadir cut his eyes at me. “We told you everything hasbeen takencare of. The caterer has things in order. Everyone you invited is here. You act like she’s going to say no. We know that’s not happening.”
Zo walkedupholding a bottle of tequila in his hand and a blunt hanging from his lips. “Is all this necessary?”
“Yeah! That woman is going to miss out on a lot of traditions being my lady. I want her to feel how much I appreciate her being open-mindedaboutthings that would drive most people insane. I want to show Frankie that I want her—not just because I need her to break a generational curse.”
“Well, you know I’m happy!” Zo two stepped as he drank from a bottle of Patrón. “I’m fucking free!”
I wanted to tell him to put the bottle away, but we all had a reason to celebrate. Although my brothers hadn’t found their partners, the weight of having to serve another onyx vampire was a wrap.
“How did your last trip to Midnight Hills go?” Zo asked.
“It must have gone well, considering him and Frankie made it home,” Quadir answered.
My eyebrows jumped to my hairline as I recalled me and Frankie’s time in my birthplace. As tense as I was, I went there knowing this was my last time stepping foot in the city.
“It went as expected. Polo and his squad pressed us, but Frankie held her own. Even when they tried to intimidate her with their fangs and by drinking blood at the table, she just smiled and changed the subject.”
Quadir nodded like a proud father. “I love to hear it. I hate that it’s a part of the rules to take your mate to see whoever’s leading the coven, but at least one of us deserves a happy ending.”
I gulped down mycomebackwhen I sensed the angst in my brother’s voice. Ever since he took a bullet, Quadir had been moping around. He never acted like a hater, but his words made me feel bad. Of all of us, Quadir was supposed to be the one to findhisforever. The thought of my brothers having to live without me cracked my spirit, yet the idea of me having to live without Frankie felt like suicide.
As I stood in the backyard of Frankie’s house, I revered how nice everything looked. I added some details Frankie loved at Durk’s engagement to ours and put my spin on it. I knew how much her mother’s house meant to her, so having the proposal here was perfect.
“Damn, nigga! Had I known getting married would’ve pushed you to do it, I would’vetiedthe knot a long time ago.” Durk embraced me thenShiloh and his brother, Church, followed.
I didn’t expect everyone to make the trip from Silk Hills, but I was grateful for their presence. Aside from Quadir and Zo, The Sons of Eshu were my family. Knowing that’s what Frankie felt was missing in her life, I wanted to make sure she felt loved. That was the part of motorcycle and car clubs people don’t talk about—the family, the security, and the brotherhood.
Durk gripped my shoulder, narrowing his gaze. “You’re about to tie the knot. When is the baby coming?”
“In due time. We ain’t in no rush.”
Considering how much I stayed inside of Frankie, I knew it was only a matter of time before she ended up pregnant. She was worried that it hadn’t happened yet, but I wasn’t. If the Lord said the same, we would have plenty of time to have kids. If we never did, that was fine too. I had no problem knowing my legacy started and ended with me and Frankie.
Truthfully, my hands were too full for children. I had enough money to never have to work again, but I could never sit on my ass. Frankie tried to convince me to expand my barbershop to include a hair salon. As tight as her pussy squeezed my dick, I wasn’t with it. However, I did compromise and help her convert her childhood home into a place where she could explore her passion. Frankie called my actions an act of service. I called it taking care of my ol’ lady.