Epilogue
Roxy
It”s been three months since my uncle was officially killed.
This time for sure. He appeared dead the last time, but there”s really no denying it this time considering I saw his brains splattered all over my floor.
Storm and I are doing amazing, we”re happier than either of us has ever been. Now that I’m not being a stubborn, hard-headed jerkface. I’m just glad Storm stepped in when he did. That he met me in that pool house, instead of Eric. That he showed up to that key party.
I don’t know if I would have truly been able to sleep with another man. I was so dead set on pushing Storm away, but I don’t think I would have been able to go through with it. I think I would have stopped if things went further than a kiss.
But it doesn’t really matter what I might have done, because Storm was there, just like he always is. He wouldn’t let me make a mistake I’d regret forever. I was his, and he was going to make sure I accepted that, one way or another.
For the first few weeks after Eli’s attack, Storm was healing. My father stuck around for a little while, making sure I was okay, but eventually, he and William had to return to business.
My father has met someone but absolutely denies it. I think William has too, but he”s even more secretive than my father. I caught him outside the apartment one night with a pretty blonde, but the second he saw me, he sent her away. I tried to grill him about it, but the bastard jumped in his car and fled.
As for dad, I catch him smiling at his phone so often, I started getting suspicious. Of course, when I asked him, he tried to claim it was just a meme he was grinning at. Right, like I’d believe that.
I asked both of them about it one night at dinner, and silence has never been louder. Neither one of them can lie to me, so rather than trying to lie, they just didn”t speak.
Storm laughed his ass off, earning him a punch in his good shoulder from both men. I think he knows more than he’s telling me.
With Storm finally healed, I begged him for a date night.
Right now, I”m standing at the bar, waiting for my man.
“For you, miss,” the bartender says, as he hands me a drink. “From the guy over there,” he adds, gesturing to a man across from me.
I look up to see Storm smirking at me. I smile and sip from the martini he sent me. It warms me down to my toes.
This isn”t our first date, and it”s certainly not the first time we”ve rolled played as strangers, but it feels good. It still gives me butterflies, and makes my heart race. Storm will always have this effect on me. He’s the man of my dreams and the love of my life.
I”m glad to be rid of the demons, and even though they never really fully go away, Storm is always there to battle the ones that remain.
He follows me into the darkness, and I pull him into the light.