Epilogue
RAIN “REBEL” CRAWFORD
Vegas was home now, and my girls and I were finally back together.
We had made it here just like we originally planned.
At first, I hadn’t wanted to leave Magnolia.
Leaving meant putting distance between me and Rose, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
But my girls eventually convinced me to stick with the plan we had made.
The only way I agreed was knowing Magnolia would never be completely behind me.
No matter where I lived, I would always go back to visit Rose’s grave.
Vegas might’ve been home now, but I would never leave my sister behind.
Soft R she just wanted the money.
Crow strolled in behind him wearing that same cocky grin that still made my heart skip a beat. I stood, smoothing down my maternity dress. The second I reached him, he slipped one arm around my waist while the other rested protectively on my belly. He smiled as he rubbed slow circles over it.
"How are my two favorite people doing?"
I smiled up at him. "We're doing just fine. And your baby girl got my feet killing me.”
We were naming her Rosa to honor my sister Rose.
Crow chuckled before leaning down and kissing my forehead. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
"Thank you. Is everything okay with the second shop?"
"Yeah," he said with a proud smile. "Grand opening's still on for next month."
I couldn't help but smile. Honestly, I was so proud of him.
Crow had waited to open his second custom motorcycle shop until my tech company was established.
He wanted to make sure my dream was secure before expanding his own business.
That's the kind of man he was. He never saw my success as separate from his. We built this life together.
I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers.
"I love you."
He smiled before leaning down to kiss me.
"I love you too... now and forever."
Looking around my office, then down at the little life growing inside me, I realized something. Money was never a dream. This was. My family, peace, and purpose. And a future we built together.
My eyes drifted to the painting hanging on the wall.
It was of my girls, Kash, Dice, Rose, and me, straddling our motorcycles with the biggest smiles on our faces.
I smiled, knowing one of us was no longer here, but she'd never truly be gone.
Rose lived on through every memory, every ride, and every promise we made to one another.
No matter where life took us, we would always be the Gang of Roses.
But that chapter of our lives was over. We had officially retired, trading the streets for husbands, kids, businesses, and everything else life had blessed us with.
That didn't mean we'd forgotten where we came from, though.
Hell, we'd even stayed in contact with Remi and Harli, the two crazy-ass girls who'd tried to steal our bikes.
Somehow, those little bad asses had grown on us.
They reminded me of us back in the day—young, reckless, fearless, and convinced nobody could tell them shit. The more time we spent around them, the more I realized maybe retiring didn't mean everything we'd built had to end with us.
Maybe it was time to pass the torch. Because Gang of Roses had our run.
Now it was time to see what the next generation could do.
The End
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