Epilogue Two
epilogue two
BLAIR
JUSTICE SERVED - FIVE MONTHS LATER
I knew he’d do it.
And I loved every second of making him suffer, thinking I was upset about it.
When I’d turned on the news this morning and saw the headline, I knew it was my husband’s doing.
Caden was found hung in his cell, hours before his sentencing.
Sean walked into our newly renovated brownstone after a meeting at the docks with the head of the Barlowe family out of D.C. He’d just become the newest addition to the Delegation and wanted in our transport business in exchange for access to the government routes in his possession.
More doors were opening by the second.
In the last eight months, we’d expanded into Miami, aligned ourselves comfortably with the Fortune family and their security firm, and now the Barlowe family.
Until Demetrius conquered whatever he had going on in Everwood, the iron pipeline being ours was on a need to know basis.
For his safety and ours.
“You hungry, Amoy?” Sean asked from somewhere in the kitchen, trying to get me to talk to him.
I had my feet kicked up on the coffee table, phone in hand while I texted Gianna and Violet.
We’d grown closer over the last eight months, inseparable really.
He texted Cian and asked if I talked to you today.
Gianna had given birth to the cutest baby girl a few months back and was still recovering from a difficult delivery.
Thankfully she had a great doctor, who understood the plight of Black woman when it came to childbirth. And it was a bonus Galina Moretti was married to her sister-in-law’s twin brother.
Put the man out his misery. Finn told him you were fuming.
I chuckled.
Always the instigator, that one.
Fine. I’ll go end his suffering now.
I went into the kitchen but he wasn’t there. We had two stairwells, one near the front entrance and the another that led into a dining nook.
“Oisin,” I called, walking up the steps.
He didn’t respond and I frowned, checking his office once on the top floor and then heading straight for our bedroom.
The second I pushed the door open, he snatched me inside and pinned me against it.
“You done playing like you mad?”
I crossed my arms, annoyed by his fresh haircut and signature scent.
“Why would I be mad, little deer?”
He pulled my arms apart and stepped closer, dropping his forehead against mine.
“You tell me, beautiful goddess.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I’m not mad. I knew you were waiting for this day. We both got what we wanted in the end and the women got justice two times over.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled us from the door, toward the bed.
“How my babies doing?” he asked, pushing me down and going straight for my barely there stomach. “You feeling alright today?”
I’d gotten my implant out five months ago and three months after we were pregnant.
We were… shocked.
Not at the being pregnant part, we were fucking like rabbits, still were. But the part about getting our second chance at being parents; this time we were ready and aware and taking precautions.
I wasn’t afraid; my heart was full and I had faith this was God’s plan all along.
“I feel good…” I pulled his face to mine, lips gently brushing his. “You’re set on multiples. And I need you to stop.”
He smiled into my mouth.
“Told you I had a dream.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah? And how many babies were in it again?”
Every time he mentioned this dream the numbers went up. It went from twins, to triplets, then Quads.
“Sextuplets are in our future…” he dipped low and kissed my belly. “Ain’t that right daddy’s babies.”
Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t shoot him.
He was so excited to be a dad and I was excited to be a mom, to raise the next generation of O’Sullivan’s with him.
“It’s a good thing construction started on the compound. We can’t fit six babies in this place.”
We were building thirty minutes from the O’Sullivan estate on a compound we’d share with his brothers and their families, making it a home away from home for us all. Something we’ll pass down to our crew in the future.
He started tugging on my biker shorts.
“Oisin, we can’t! Brynn will be here soon.”
“I’ll be quick, Amoy,” the freak muttered, pushing my panties to the side and kissing my clit. “Just want a taste.”
And I let him have his way.
I would always let him have exactly what he wanted, mostly because I wanted it too.
Everything to do with this man, I needed it. Craved it. Would kill for it.
He was my everything.
My heart. Soul. Protector.
The father of our unborn.
My Sinful King.