Epilogue
Savage
“It’s all your fucking fault, you know,” Marx growls at me after we’ve gotten through all the usual boring Church shit.
“Wait, what did I do?” I ask, feeling a little fucking offended.
“You came up the with idea to go all out for Valentine’s Day, and now we have five fucking bobcats and Texas Parks and Wildlife Department on my ass!”
“Hey! All I did was ask for a damn kitten for my woman, how was I to know the Big Littles would come home with stray bobcats?”
“He has a point,” Judge says.
We all glare at him because he was one of the brothers who were clever enough to say “fuck no” to the Big Littles cut price kittens.
Nat always wanted to own a pet, and now the cute kitten she named Coco is going to either be taken away by the authorities or it’ll become our problem and I’ll have to spend my free time building a fucking enclosure for a cat that could eat my face off.
“Don’t you blame those kids for using their entrepreneurial skills,” Pops hisses from his position, arms crossed over his chest.
“We can’t even tell them to take them back to where they found them because we all signed an iron clad contract that stated their no returns policy,” Jules says sadly.
“My woman is not happy that we currently have a bobcat in the house. She was this close -” Tav pinches his fingers together, “to making me sleep outside.”
“How can she blame you when it was her evil geniuses that brought those kittens home?” Wire asks, clearly forgetting that his kid is one of those evil geniuses.
“They made bank on those fucking things, too.” I add. “They charged me $150 for a kitten they found.”
“Wait, what? They charged me $175 because the coloring of mine was worth more!” Tav shouts.
“They charged me $100,” Jules says with a smirk as Rider snorts.
“Why are they like this?” Marx asks, eyes closed.
“No clue, but they are the future of this MC and I have to say, it's going to be in pretty good fucking hands,” Mad Dog points out.
“Jesus Christ, he’s not wrong,” Gus says, looking concerned.
“Fuck it, you’re right,” Marx concedes, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. “OK, so for those of us who were dumb enough to buy kittens from the evil genius crew, we’ll know in 24 hours what Parks and Wildlife want us to do.”
“Well, they ain’t fucking having Boboncé. Chewy will lose her shit,” Rhodie growls.
Switch frowns. “Who the fuck is Boboncé?”
Rhodie blows out a breath. “Chewy’s kitten.”
Tav snorts and Rider cackles, clapping his hands with glee. “I fucking love this for all of you. Love it.”
My eyes narrow as I watch Rider yuck it up. “You didn't happen to have anything to do with this, did you?”
All eyes turn to Rider.
“You,” Marx hisses, jabbing a thick finger in Rider’s direction.
“Hey now,” Rider starts, hands in the air, placating, “I told them to find strays, not bobcats.”
“You’re an asshole!” Tank growls.
“Yeah, an asshole that has access to all the horny pictures we took. Do you want me to burn them or keep sneaking them to your Ol Ladies?”
We all stiffen. I know that I don’t want that to happen. Nat went feral for that Polaroid Rider slipped her during the poker run.
“Yeah that’s right. I have plenty more where they came from. But I’d be happy to get rid of them if you don’t appreciate my, or my little friends’, particular level of genius.” He smirks.
“Oh I cannot wait for that man to get all fucked up over a woman,” Rhodie murmurs under his breath, the rest of us who heard him agreeing.
“Mark my words, it’ll be sooner rather than later,” Jules adds, staring down Rider and his goofy grin.
“I have two words for you Rider,” Marx says, hitting Rider with his gaze. “You’ll. Keep.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says cockily. “Are we almost done? I have an, um, appointment to get to.”
“Oh yeah,” Gus mutters. “He’s going down.”
A slow smile grows on Marx’s face. “Of course. An appointment. I better let you get going.” He bangs his fist on the wall behind him twice. “Church over!”
We all stand and make our way through the Church doors, Switch beelining for Joy who is sitting with the Ol Ladies, head tipped back, laughter tinkling out of her at some weird shit Chewy has said. Or Mira. It could go either way with those two.
Nat’s gaze catches mine and she walks toward me, hips swaying with every step, thick thighs rubbing. “Hey honey,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine.
I grip her ass, pulling her in a little tighter as I kiss her again, never getting enough of her.
“What was that for?” she asks when she pulls away.
“Oh nothing, just glad that you’re mine.”
She smiles up at me, “Smooth. Real smooth. But that is not why you were grinning when you left Church.” She raises a brow. Fuck she can read me like a book.
“I was just happy for my brothers. Almost every one of us has found the perfect Ol Lady. And it looks like Switch isn’t far off.” I tip my head to Switch as he speaks softly to Joy. Which is fucking shocking of the big, loud ginger.
“What about Rider?”
“Oh don’t you worry about him, baby. I have a feeling he’s going to be knocked on his ass by one hell of a woman sooner rather than later.”
He deserves a good woman, and I cannot wait to watch him fall.