Epilogue.
Jinx
Harlequin and April were lip-locked in a corner, both wrapped around each other.
I’d heard the commotion downstairs and had come down to see if anyone needed help.
That horrible woman had said all sorts of cruel things, and for a moment, I was scared my brother might lose his old lady.
April rose above it like an avenging angel and was glorious.
If Stone hadn’t been in complete love with her before, he was now.
That made me happy. Two of my prospect brothers had found love and won. Their women were beautiful, kind, generous, and wonderful. Fanatic and Harlequin had got the loves of their lives, and I knew they’d thrive.
A sudden movement made me flinch, and I sank back into the shadows, hand going to my waistband before I froze.
It was only Tiny passing by, but I was paralysed with fear.
There wasn’t a weapon to draw because I couldn’t touch it.
My gun sat in a safe box in my room, and it was there to stay.
Would I have drawn it if it had been in my holster?
Self-doubt was crippling me. I might have drawn on Tiny and hurt him. What if I’d killed him?
Before I was seen, I scurried outside, where I dragged in deep breaths of air. Panic swelled in my gut, and I nearly puked. A guy headed towards me carrying a box.
“Hey.”
“Can I help?” I asked.
“Got a parcel here for April Graham. She inside?” he inquired, tilting his head to the clubhouse. I recognised the delivery uniform and nodded.
“I’ll take it. Things are a bit tense right now.”
“No probs, just sign here, I’m happy to leave it with you,” he said. I signed the tablet he shoved at me and took the box. Something felt off. I waited for the guy to leave and then glanced down.
If it was something Harlequin had bought, I could wrap it back up.
Without a second thought, I opened it and flinched.
Inside was a smaller box with rusty stains over half its surface.
Not bothering to open it without gloves, I closed the lid and headed to my bunk.
This could wait until tomorrow morning. For now, I’d let the club celebrate and party; they’d had enough trouble tonight.
April’s drama wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
The clubhouse door slammed open, and April’s friend Teagan marched out. I shrank back into the shadows as Smokey chased after her.
“Teagan, try to understand…”
“Oh, I understood perfectly!” Teagan snapped. “I’m just an easy lay! I heard what you said to Shotgun. Sure, I’m not looking for a long-term relationship, Smokey, but fuck, a show of respect wouldn’t have gone amiss!”
Teagan slapped him across the face and stormed off. Smokey stared after Teagan with a look on his face I couldn’t describe.
“It’s better this way,” Smokey muttered. “I’m not what you need, babe.”
Ah! Another brother in denial. That I could do something about. Smokey had just given me the perfect distraction.