Epilogue
HAMMER
One month later . . .
Avery’s brothers and their gang went into hiding after they gave us their fuckin’ warning.
Why?
Because the very same night, several brothers and I rode hard and fast from where my woman ran from.
Those pieces of shits wanted to burn my woman’s house and place of business; I did ten times worst to them.
I kicked in the door to the shithole that I knew was her parents; not giving a damn that they were both stoned.
I took the sledgehammer I’d brought with me and slammed it down on Avery’s father’s head, smashing his head in.
The mother, I simply put a bullet in her head while Axe and Dagger set up the explosives that would blow this motherfucker up.
We then went to her sister’s house several houses down; the other two lived with the parents, so I wasn’t too worried about those bitches.
While a few of my brothers took the kids out of the house, I laid into the asshole who thought with his potbelly he could take me.
Taking him to the floor, I snagged my sledgehammer and began giving him the same treatment as Avery’s father.
But this asshole, I grinned while crushing every last one of his bones. He deserved everything he got.
Once the deed was done, we all stood back and watched the house blow up to smithereens.
The kids were taken to the clubhouse because I knew my woman would want the kids.
She didn’t even ask what happened when she saw the blood.
She’d been so happy to see the kids. This made my chest ache for some reason.
I never thought about having any of my own but seeing the way she interacts with each of them, I knew I wanted to see her pregnant with ours.
The oldest kid actually thanked me for what I did for them.
I figured he’d be pissed that I’d killed his dad and shit.
There were five of them altogether, the youngest one being only seven months old.
In the end, the four older ones end up fallin’ in love with Leanna after she came in, and of course, the damn woman wanted them to all come live with her.
Avery agreed, thinking it was best for them, and I agreed with her.
With Leanna, they would be in a home and not here at the clubhouse.
Though I’ve lifted the lockdown restrictions, we’re not letting our guard down.
Not in the least. Avery’s chomping at the bit to be able to start the remodel of the Rise-N-Shine Coffee.
I convinced her to move the shop into the building attached to the tattoo parlor.
One, it’s a hell of a lot bigger; she could fit more tables in there, but also, and this being another big reason I want her next to the tattoo shop is ‘cause then I know she’s secure.
I didn’t like the way the security company she’d been using didn’t tell her anything except for they’d called the police. Now with the coffee shop being next to the tattoo shop, she’ll be safer when working.
Shit, all of the women would be safer. Avery still keeps blaming herself for what Willow went through even though we’re all tellin’ her it’s not her fault.
Willow and Quinn finally sat down with her and told her that they didn’t blame her, and neither did any of my brothers. We’d buried Knuckles with his patch because it only felt right. He shouldn’t have died, and that was another thing Avery tried to take on.
I’m the one who ended up getting her to understand nothing was her fault.
“Hammer.” Avery’s sweet voice pulls me from my thoughts. I’d been in my office for hours going over papers that I find bothersome but will have to wait for another time.
“Yeah, Sunshine, what’s up?” I ask, giving her a grin as she steps fully into my office and closes the door. I quirk a brow when she twists the lock.
“So, um, I have something to tell you,” she mumbles, fidgeting with her hands in front of her.
“Okay, what is it?” I push back from my desk and stand.
“Well, you know how I’ve been exhausted from work, then the stress from the fire?”
I knew she’d been dealing with a lot of stress and emotions. So much so she’d been making herself sick.
“I’m just gonna go ahead and say it,” she says, taking a breath.
“That would be good.” I grin and pull her into me.
“I’m pregnant with your baby,” she whispers softly. So softly, I swear I almost don’t hear her. But I do.
Blinking at her, I take in the news for a moment, and then I drop my head down and claim her mouth in a soul-capturing kiss. One that tells her everything I feel for her and just how much I love the fact she’s carrying my baby.
Breaking the kiss, I give her a shit-eating grin.
Needing to be inside her, I lift the hem of the sundress she has on clear over her head and smirk when I find her pantie-less.
Turning her, I plant her ass on the edge of my desk and start to show her with my cock and mouth just how thrilled I am at the fact I’ve knocked her up.
There’s a lot of shit I take pride in but making Avery mine is one of the things I will always be proud of. She’s my pride and joy, and I intend to make her mine in every way imaginable. She already wears my patch, and now she’s gonna wear my ring.
With my cock still planted inside her, I reach over her and pull open the middle drawer. Plucking the small square box from inside, I take the ring out, and I look down into Avery’s smiling face; I lift her left hand and slide the ring onto the finger it will sit for the rest of our lives.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she giggles before I can even say the words about her marrying me.
“Good, because I fuckin’ love you, and I’m proud to call you mine,” I growl and take her over the edge letting her orgasm pull mine from my body.
Fuck yeah, this is what it means to be with someone you love. I completely get what my brother meant now, and I won’t not cherish what Avery and I have.