Epilogue
Three months later. St. Louis, MO. Oasis.
“A lot of people here tonight,” Lee muttered from beside me.
“Damn right about that,” I replied, my eyes scanning over the screens. I pulled out my phone, opening the app Cain designed. Not even a second later, a grid of the city popped up, and my eyes went directly to Casey’s dot.
She was at home with our baby boy. I stared at her dot for a few minutes, grinding my teeth, before dropping my phone into the pocket of my jeans. Both of us had a tracker in the back of our necks, and it didn’t take much convincing from Cain for everyone to get them. When we asked what material he used to make them, his eyes shot to my brother-in-law, and it clicked.
Cain used Black Death to make the trackers.
“You good?” I turned around, finding Leon leaning against the desk in our office at the back of Oasis, his ankles crossed.
Sighing through my nose, I folded my arms over my chest. “Things have been good—really good.”
Lee watched me for a moment. “I sense a but in there.”
I shot him a look. “Things have never been this quiet. Ever.”
He nodded, looking to his Jordan”s. “I know they haven’t.”
He understood where I was coming from. The last glimpse of peace we’d had was the year between Romano’s death and last fall. It was bliss. Everyone was happy and safe, starting their lives. We’d managed to end things with the Bratva—ending their presence in the States entirely—within a year’s time, but we suffered for.
Carrie Hale was still in rehab, mourning the tragic death of her husband and trying to process all the dark shit her father, the former mayor, did.
Officer Bryce took multiple bullets for Amara at the beginning of the year, and he was declared brain dead months ago. His brother still had him on life-support, not willing to let him go, and no one could blame him for that.
The day Cain killed Kavi in the warehouse changed everything.
Two days after that, Leon, Dontell, Cain, and Nikki headed out to Hallow Ranch. Kavi’s ashes were now on Denver Langston’s mountain and Oasis owed those cowboys a favor. I knew Mason wouldn’t call it in unless absolutely necessary, but there was no telling what those cowboys would get themselves into. Once the product was back at Oasis, it was moved to a new, secure location only Collin and I knew of.
Three days after Kavi’s death, former Chief of Police Watterson was sentenced to life in prison. The day after that, Agent Roosevelt closed his federal investigation and recommended Amara Harrison take Watterson’s place.
Detective Amara Harrison was appointed the youngest Chief of Police in St. Louis history three days ago.
Four days after Kavi’s death was Xander’s funeral, paid for Collin and Kay. Kay was a fucking mess. Xander wasn’t just one of Collin’s men; he was a friend to her. He cared for her and protected her. All of us stood around the fresh grave the entire day, and when the sun had finally set, we headed to Sullie’s.
A week after Kavi’s death, Casey went into labor, giving birth to our son sixteen hours later.
He was everything I could’ve dreamed of, next in line for the legacy I currently carried on my shoulders.
The Crew and Oasis would be passed down to him when the time came and that scared the fucking shit out of me.
Dontell and Mina were now married, having a small ceremony in the middle of spring. Dontell adopted Cleo, and he loved that little girl as his own.
Leon proposed to Amara a month after Kavi’s death, and Haley was planning their wedding. They were also living in Amara’s house, but Leon still had his apartment. There was no way in hell he’d be giving up his level of the parking garage.
Cain and Nikki were also engaged and living together. Every day, they were here, working together on cars, and every night they were racing in the streets, alongside Dontell and Leon.
“Get out of your head and get behind the wheel,” Leon called, bringing me back to the present.
The door to the office opened, and Dontell leaned against the doorway, smirking. “It’s been a long time since Jeremy has raced, Lee. I don’t think he can handle that monster he claims to own.”
“You’re right,” Lee agreed, pushing off the desk. “Perhaps the Challenger needs a new owner.”
“I mean, it”s only fair. If that doesn’t happen, it’ll just sit in the showroom gathering dust,” Cain said, appearing beside Dontell.
I chuckled, stroking my jaw. “We playing this game?”
“You claim to be an Oasis leader, but you haven’t raced in months,” D sighed, shaking his head. “It’s shameful, really.”
“Such a shame,” Lee muttered, his lips twitching.
“Embarrassing is more like it,” Cain added.
“You boys want to race? Then get your sorry asses to the fucking starting line.”
The street racers grinned back at me.
The home I was given wasn’t my home. My father, even though he loved me dearly, he wasn’t even my home.
The home I found at Oasis was my home.
The home I found in Cain was my home.
It was a beautiful thing, belonging.
The last three months have been a whirlwind. Dontell and Mina were married. Leon was engaged to the new Chief of Police and I was engaged to Cain, starting a life with him. Oasis was finally getting back to where it was before Kavi started his shit. The FBI was cracking down on the rest of the Red List, and the mess the Bratva had caused was slowly being cleaned up.
The only thing that wasn’t cleaned up or resolved was Devils Den, but that was never our mess to begin with. It was decided at the last Oasis meeting that we’d be staying out of the Devils Den, and we wouldn’t be conducting any business with anyone associated with it. That was fine with me.
From the bar, I saw a flash of blonde and my stomach fluttered as my fiancée slowly prowled through the crowd, coming straight for me.
He was dressed in jeans, Air Force Ones, and a white T-shirt.
“I know I’m gay, but respectfully, damn,” Shayla purred from behind the bar.
“I’m straight, but respectfully, damn,” Mina said from beside me.
“Cain knows he’s hot,” Amara added from my other side. “Which is a huge problem for his fucking ego, I’m afraid.”
I threw my head back, a laugh coming from me. The rest of the girls joined in.
“Something funny?”
Our laughter faded as we all looked to Cain, who had his hands in his pockets, his eyes on me. “Sup, clover?” he greeted.
I lifted my chin. “Sup, blondie?”
His smile faded as he looked to the ceiling. “I was really hoping that wouldn’t stick.”
“Donnie started it,” I laughed.
“So of course it’ll stick,” Mina and Shayla said at the same time.
“What’s sticking where?” Dontell asked, coming up behind Cain. He went straight to Mina, pulling her off the stool and giving her a kiss. “You racing tonight, Jazzy?”
She shook her head. “Hell no.”
“Aw, come on,” I begged, sticking out my bottom lip as Cain moved to stand beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist and a second later, I felt his lip at my ear.
“We just got Jer to agree to race.”
I gasped and turned my head, our lips brushing. “No fucking way.” I looked over to Amara and Leon, my eyes meeting Lee’s. His lips twitched. “Am I finally going to see Big Bertha in action?” I asked.
“For the love of…dammit, Haley.” Jeremy came to stand in our circle, shaking his head at me. “Let’s get one thing clear: that beast over there,” he said, pointing to his Challenger in the showroom, “is not named Big fucking Bertha.”
“If Haley and James weren’t too busy fucking on a beach right now, she’d beat your ass for saying that, Jones.”
All heads turned to find Gwen and Dean Connors coming up to us. At the sight of Gwen, Mina moved away from Dontell, going in for a hug.
Gwen’s arms wrapped around Mina as they laughed and started whispering about the children. A few seconds later, Mina looked at me, wagging her finger.
I slid off the stool, making my way to the women. “You two never had a proper introduction,” Mina began. “Gwen Connors, this is Nikki Wells, soon-to-be Donovan.”
Gwen held out her hand to me, her ocean eyes shining. “It’s nice to properly meet you. I think the last time I saw you, I was the size of Texas.”
“She was not,” Amara said, joining us.
The four of us fell into a conversation, and a few minutes later, I asked where Collin and Kay were.
Gwen rolled her eyes. “Who the hell knows? I honestly think Collin took a page from James’ book and whisked Kay away. After everything, they deserve a fucking vacation.”
“Well, when they get back, if Casey is feeling up for it, we all need to get together,” Mina said.
“Oh, that’d be so fun. You all can come out to the house,” Gwen invited.
“They all can what?” her husband asked, looking at us with raised brows from his place beside Jer. They rest of the men were also staring at us in question.
“Girls night, Dean,” Mina announced.
“Hell no. The last time you had a girls night, Collin had to get James’ bomb squad out to his island.”
“Island?” I asked, looking at Gwen.
She nodded. “Yeah, the Mafia King has a fucking island on Lake Michigan.” She looked to her husband. “And it wasn’t that big of a deal. Collin just left the explosive Dom gave him out in the living room.”
Jer muttered something under his breath as Dontell and Leon shared a look. Cain’s eyes met mine, and I swallowed my laughter, feeling the happiest I’d even been.
I was surrounded by my people, and I was about to race.
Speaking of that. “Okay, are we just standing here talking to prolong the ass beating that poor Big Bertha is about to get?”
Jer’s hand fell from his face as he looked at me.
“Oh shit,” Amara whispered beside me.
Jeremy tilted his head. “You getting in on this race, Nikki?”
I nodded. “You got a problem with that?”
The Oasis leader smiled. “Get to the starting line.”
I whimpered against Cain’s lips as they moved against mine in a slow, passionate kiss. His hand dropped to my throat, squeezing as the engines around us purred and rumbled, drowning out the sounds of the crowd. All of our cars were at the starting line, ready to start the first race of the night. Cain’s Silvia was beside me, and the second he was lined-up, he got out to kiss me.
Now, I was breathless and horny.
He pulled away, holding me in place as he whispered. “I beat you, you get to choke on my cock,” he murmured, his words curling low in my belly.
I wiggled my hips in the driver’s seat of my Mazda as my eyes flew open. I tried to pull away, but his hand on my neck tightened. “Cain,” I breathed.
Slowly, his head tilted to the side. “You beat Jeremy, you get to watch me stroke my cock for you,” he whispered.
My eyes darted around, fearful that someone might have heard him.
He didn’t give a single fuck. “You beat Mina, you get to bounce on my cock in my car.”
My nipples hardened as a gush of wetness flooded my panties.
“You beat Dontell, you get to ride my face,” he promised.
I couldn’t stop the tiny moan that escaped me.
“You beat me….” He trailed off, his eyes taking in the length of me as he gave me a slow smile. “You beat me, you get bent over the hood of your car and fucked.”
I bit my lip, trying not to moan. Three months together, and he still hadn’t done that.
His eyes met mine. “You want Daddy to bend you over his car? Hm?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed.
Cain smiled and leaned into the car, his hand dropping from my throat and going directly underneath my dress, cupping me.
“Jesus,” I gasped, my hands snapping to his forearm as he pressed his fingers against my clit over my panties.
I felt his lips against my temple before he whispered. “Drive this car like the good girl I know you are, and you’ll be rewarded. You understand me, clover?”
I stared straight ahead, nodding.
He chuckled darkly as he pulled away from me and out my window. I watched, breathless as he rounded the front of his car. Before he opened his door, he looked back at me, his tongue in his cheek. Then he clicked his tongue as he said, “You’re going to look so fucking pretty on your knees, baby.”
I blinked.
On my knees?
My eyes narrowed, and he chuckled, winking at me before he folded into this car.
Now I was just horny and determined.
Shayla strutted her way across the starting line, ordering everyone to step back. I put my hand on the gear stick and the other on top of the steering wheel. As she called out the course and stakes, I looked to my right. Dontell was beside me in his blue Porsche, Leon beside him in his red Skyline. Then, I looked left, meeting Cain’s eyes. Jer was on the other side of him in Big Bertha.
We all knew Leon was winning this race.
I was the only one who knew who was coming in second.
Looking straight ahead, I readied myself as Shayla raised her arms.
“One!”
We all revved our engines.
“Two!”
My fingers flexed on the steering wheel, the diamond on my engagement ring sparkling.
“Go!”
I smiled.
The End.