Predator Epilogue
The past sixteen days since Webb was so spectacularly dealt with had been busy. First, Stalker and I had to reassure our old lady that seeing that side of her hadn’t made us reconsider her as ours. We’d done plenty of bloody things, though nothing as imaginative as she had.
The rest of the brothers were bummed that they’d missed it, especially the finale. They congratulated us both on having a fantastic woman, then warned us never to piss her off too much. As for Payne, he declared to everyone that he had a sister from a different Mister and Missus.
After the cleanup, we went to Cookeville before Christmas Day and packed up her place.
It had saddened Jess when Breezy had her belongings packed as well.
However, she assured him that it wasn’t because she hated him.
She wanted to be closer to Daya and urged their brother to consider moving closer as well.
The three of them, along with Stryder, were working back to where they were before Jess had pretended to be on Webb’s side.
They understood why he did it. And it was thanks to him that their molester was no longer a threat.
We got our wish to celebrate the holidays without the threat of him hanging over us.
Jess had joined us for Christmas. Along with him were Zev and his son.
We had a wonderful time. Not only had we watched the kids play with their new toys and eaten delicious food until we were stuffed, but we’d also played board games and poker.
There had been plenty of laughter, particularly when the adults were shown the video Zev had gotten from the steakhouse where we had that confrontation with the three couples.
Tears rolled as they listened to what Daya said about pulling a train and having an orgy to the whole restaurant.
Later, before midnight, the club received a surprise gift.
Payne and Jayla had announced to everyone that Jayla was pregnant with their second baby.
The little one was expected in mid-September, just seven weeks after Tarin’s due date.
We were all thrilled for them. After everyone offered their congratulations, Payne and Jayla asked Daya if she’d consider being the baby’s godmother, and whether Stalker and I would be its godfathers.
He said it was only right, as his sister, that she and her old men were asked.
We’d been stunned but happily accepted. Player was their son, Storm's godfather.
He was like a brother to Jayla. The day had been tiring but amazing.
Between then and today, New Year’s Eve, we’d chosen the house plan we wanted with slight modifications and sent off the order for the blueprints.
They were due any day, and we’d already let Tank know so we could get on the schedule for the new year.
The sooner the better. He assured us he and his people could have it done for us in May or June. That date would be perfect timing.
The only other thing that had been on our radar these last couple of weeks was what the cops thought of Webb’s disappearance. They believed he’d left the country and was never to return. They did so because evidence was sent anonymously to the police and the parole board.
It seemed that Steven Bauer had not only helped out Webb, but he also had been accepting bribes from inmates and parolees for years to look the other way on missing parole meetings, and smuggling in and out contraband when they were in prison.
All of that was information Outlaw had uncovered.
However, Outlaw had taken it further, and to keep the heat off us, he laid a false trail that indicated Bauer had assisted Webb in getting out of the country with the money he’d had in the bank.
While Webb was in prison, his money continued to grow.
With the account cleaned out right after he was released, there was plenty to support the claim of Bauer’s guilt in helping Webb to become a fugitive.
The evidence, both real and manufactured, led to Bauer’s arrest. He was looking at a stint in prison himself, though not the one he worked in prior.
And it kept the police from sniffing around Breezy, asking if she or her family had contact with Webb.
Or had anything to do with his disappearance.
With all that and the fact that the scattered remains of his body were disposed of where no one should ever find them, our family was safe.
The kids were tucked away in their room at the clubhouse. We’d been having a blast for hours. It was now mere minutes after the clock struck midnight, and everyone shouted, “Happy New Year,” toasted, and kissed.
Daya was beaming, talking to her family, when Stalker and I signaled Stryder. It was time. He gave a tiny chin lift, then grasped our woman’s shoulders and turned her around to face us. The rest of the club went quiet. Daya saw us, gasped, and put her hand over her mouth.
Both of us were down on one knee. Held between the hands of each of us was an open red velvet jeweler’s ring box.
Inside, the engagement ring we’d chosen for her sparkled.
We’d chosen it, with only a smidge of help from Breezy.
She provided us with the ring size and an idea of what kind of jewelry her sister preferred.
We showed Breezy the ring after we got it. She assured us Daya would love it.
“Dayanara Crane, we love you with all of our hearts,” I stated.
“We want to spend the rest of our lives with you,” Stalker added.
Then, together, we asked, “Will you marry us?”
I wasn’t expecting her to drop to her knees and hold out her left hand as she shouted, “You bet your asses I’ll marry you. Give me the date, and I’ll be there.”
As the laughter of our friends and family rang out, we slipped it on her finger and then kissed her. I got to go first. With reluctance, I allowed Stalker to have his turn. The way she stared at the ring afterward told me she loved it.