Epilogue
One Year Later
Buck stood on the porch of the Kings of Anarchy clubhouse and watched the first snow of the season fall. The north looked exactly the same with its endless forests, frozen lakes, and mountains in the distance. The land was wild and untamed. It was home.
A lot had changed in a year. The trafficking network was gone—for now.
Every surviving victim had been identified and reunited with family or placed somewhere safe.
Eli Mercer sat in a federal prison where he'd spend the rest of his miserable life.
And for the first time in years, King's territory was quiet—mostly.
A crash sounded from inside the clubhouse, followed by laughter, and then Ghost yelling—followed by more laughter.
Buck smiled despite himself. Maybe the place wasn’t that quiet.
The clubhouse doors burst open, and a little girl came sprinting outside with dark curls flying behind her. She was eight years old and pure chaos.
"Dad!" Buck caught her automatically before she could launch herself off the porch, and Mia giggled.
Buck held her close. The little girl they had pulled from the burning warehouse had become family faster than anyone expected.
The system had failed her, but the Kings hadn't.
She'd been living with the club while a permanent placement was arranged, but then she stole everyone's hearts—especially Ghost's.
"You're supposed to be inside,” Buck said.
Mia grinned. "No." Buck sighed because that answer sounded suspiciously familiar. A second later, Wren stepped through the clubhouse doors. Her curls were longer now, and her smile was brighter, and Buck still forgot how to breathe every time he looked at her. Some things never changed.
"There you are,” Wren said.
Mia immediately pointed at Buck. "He said I could climb onto the roof." Wren blinked at the little girl and then looked back at Buck.
"Why do you want to climb onto the roof?" Wren asked.
Mia pointed toward the sky. "Research." Buck snorted, and Wren laughed. The little troublemaker had inherited Wren's curiosity and Ghost's complete disregard for rules in a short amount of time. It was a dangerous combination.
Ghost appeared behind Wren carrying three mugs of hot chocolate, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"There are my favorite people." Buck narrowed his eyes as Ghost handed Mia a mug—then Wren and Buck, like he did every morning.
It was a habit that started months ago and somehow never stopped.
Ghost leaned against Buck's shoulder, and Buck realized that the gesture would've shocked the hell out of him two years ago, but now it felt natural.
Mia sipped her hot chocolate dramatically and then pointed toward the parking lot.
"Motorcycles." Buck looked up to spy a familiar convoy rolling through the gates.
Bikers were rolling in for the annual winter gathering, and Gorgon led the pack—as usual.
The big bastard parked and climbed off his bike with a very pregnant Kimi beside him. Life had treated them well, too.
More bikes followed as more Kings pulled in. It felt like watching family come home. The yard slowly filled with laughter, engines, and people that Buck trusted with his life. They were everything he'd fought for and everything he'd nearly lost.
Wren slipped her hand into his and Ghost wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Buck looked between them. They were the two people who'd changed everything, the two people he'd never expected, and the two people he couldn't imagine living without.
"You got that look again,” Ghost groaned.
Buck glanced at Ghost. "What look?”
"The emotional one,” Ghost said. Wren laughed as Buck rolled his eyes.
Wren stepped closer, rested a hand over Buck's heart, and smiled. "Let him have it,” she said to Ghost. He deserves to be happy and emotional. Buck's chest tightened because she understood. Hell, she always seemed to understand him.
A year ago, he'd been standing in the snow preparing for war, certain he'd lose everything, but now, he had more than he'd ever dreamed possible—a family, a future, and a home worth protecting.
Mia tugged on his sleeve. "Dad." Buck looked down, and the little girl smiled.
She had become the exact opposite of the terrified child they'd found trapped in a burning building.
"Can we build a snow fort?" Buck looked at Ghost and shrugged, and when Wren nodded her agreement, Mia immediately started celebrating.
"Yeah, kid, we can build a snow fort,” Buck agreed.
Mia took off running as Ghost chased after her, mostly to make sure she didn't climb anything and fall off it.
Wren stayed beside him as she watched them smiling.
Buck wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
Together, they watched their family fill the snowy clubhouse yard.
For years, Buck Lawson thought survival was enough.
He thought duty was enough and loneliness was simply the price men like him paid, but he was wrong.
Sometimes, happiness found you anyway. Sometimes it showed up disguised as a stubborn wildlife biologist, a sarcastic biker, and a little girl who loved snow forts.
And if there was one thing Buck knew now, it was that he'd spend the rest of his life protecting all three of them.
The first snow continued falling around them, and for the first time in his life, Buck had everything he'd ever wanted.
The End
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