Epilogue.
Sapphire
I grinned as Hayden entered the clubhouse and headed upstairs to our apartment.
Whenever he finished a shift, he showered and changed out of his suit and into jeans and a tight tee.
I loved watching his muscles. It was even more fun watching him wear his property cut.
Hayden had taken some teasing from his fellow officers.
It amused me when Hayden hit back and claimed they weren’t worthy of wearing a cut.
The chief hadn’t been amused when he’d learned of our relationship, and things had been tense for a bit. Hatton had been running interference. But having Hayden here also meant that Cassidy, Warrick, and sometimes Hatton were around too.
My sisters had been wary at first and had hardly spoken to Hayden’s three friends, and I worried I might have to tell Hayden they needed to stay away.
But after Belladonna punched a guy in the mouth and Hatton congratulated her on her knockout, they relaxed a little.
It would take time, but we had plenty of it.
There were still some major worries. Fox and his hitman chasing Storm.
The trafficking we’d uncovered involving the Bloody Femmes.
Although quite a few were in prison or dead, the gang remained, and now we were getting pressure from the fanatical Mrs Price’s Bible Bashers.
All in all, I couldn’t see a quiet future. But we’d get there.
Hayden was settling in, finding the balance needed between being my old man and a cop.
For me, life was good, though worry remained strong.
Poker, Maverick, and Romeo had healed, and Poker was apparently getting closer to Maverick.
That was interesting in itself. Could one of my sisters actually take up with a guy who had slept with most of the club?
Life was changing for my MC. The only thing left to see was whether it was a good change or a bad one.
Dagger
I heard the grunt and moved in closer. This was my target, yet someone was already here. A scowl crossed my face as I used my powers and hid my presence. Moving forward quietly, I gaped when I came across the scene. Rigid self-control stopped me from uttering a word, but even so.
The guy beating the shit out of my mark was a complete shock. I wondered if his friends knew about this side of him. More than a little stunned, I watched for an hour as the target was tortured and then a bullet was put through his brain.
The culprit looked around, then moved away. What the fuck did I do with this knowledge? Because it would be one hell of a surprise for my club!