Epilogue Two
Come back to the clubhouse, we’re your family, you shouldn’t be alone, blah blah fucking blah.
I stared at the building I knew better than anywhere else, knowing that just inside was everyone I fucking knew and loved. My family. Well, everyone except my sister, who was just parking the car, after dropping me by the door. Why did she drop me here? Because I’m still recovering from having one of my nuts chopped off? Nah… because I’m so fucking drunk, I can barely walk. Coming back was tough. Tougher than I’d expected. I didn’t know what to do with myself, but I wasn’t ready for this.
“Brother.” Reacher pulled the door open, and strode in my direction. “Thank fuck you’re home.”
“Home,” my mumbled word was ignored, as he dragged me into a bro hug, and patted my back.
“Love you, brother.”
“Yeah… uh… same.”
Reacher pulled back, watching me stagger slightly before I caught my balance. The shrewd fucker didn’t miss a trick, but his eyes suddenly focused on something behind me.
“Elise, is that you, darlin’?” My fucking President marched past me and grabbed my sister in a hug. Fucking hell. I instantly lurched over there to drag him away.
“Nobody touches my fucking sister, you know that!”
Reacher was laughing. “Let’s get this asshole inside. I made sure the place is quiet, so you can get settled back in before you see the others. Prospects on the gate were sworn to secrecy. Elise, you sure you wanna stay here with him? It gets a bit rowdy here, although there are a few old ladies now, so you’ll have some women around too.”
“Fucking old ladies… you bastards are all pairing up and getting responsible on me.” I tripped over the door frame, and winced as I felt stitches pull in a place you never want to pull fucking stitches. Hell, the only place you’d never want the fucking stitches to begin with.
What the hell did I come back here for? I’d be dead soon anyway.