Epilogue
TWO WEEKS LATER…
Two days after my house was ransacked, the FBI found Ryan tied up in a basement, beaten and dehydrated, but very much alive. Apparently, they’d been moving him from location to location, which explains the burner phone bouncing around.
Armed with the information Dylan anonymously provided, the Feds were able to raid several Triple Six warehouses simultaneously. In addition, they’ve also arrested fifteen members so far, including two of the highest-ranking bosses. They’re still building their case, but it’s looking good.
Jax, who’s in the living room talking to Ryder, catches me eye fucking him and winks.
Shooting him a grin, I turn my attention back to Noia and Lizzy, who are hanging out with me in the kitchen.
“So.” Noia glances at Lizzy over the rim of her glass. “What’s the deal with Reyna and Logan? The way they were shooting daggers at each other at the Dunk-A-Hunk was pretty intense.”
Lizzy rolls her eyes. “I tried asking my brother how they know each other, but he just grunted and changed the subject. Which is nothing new.” She shrugs. “And I don’t know Reyna well enough to ask her.”
“Actually,” I sigh. “Jax asked Logan about it.”
Noia’s eyes widen. “No shit? What did he say?”
“Seems they hit it off one night about a year ago. Based on what little Jax was able to get out of him, Logan woke up the next morning and Reyna was gone. Didn’t leave a note or anything.”
“No shit,” Lizzy grins as she leans against the counter. “Well, unfortunately, I know how my brother works when it comes to hook-ups. My bet? What she did probably served him right. Is she coming tonight? ‘Cuz, Logan should be here any minute.”
“No. She’s in Portland for her final SAR test. It’s supposed to last the whole weekend.”
“Probably for the best,” Lizzy nods, setting her glass down on the counter. “Nature calls. Be right back.”
As she disappears down the hall, I grab another bottle of wine from the fridge.
The party is going well—everyone is so much more relaxed now that the Triple Six threat has been neutralized. The sound of Jax’s deep chuckle coming from the living room sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.
Working the cork out of the bottle, I refill our glasses and lean against the counter with my back to the living room.
Just as I’m about to ask Noia about the release date for her newest novel, I hear the front door open.
A second later, Noia’s eyes are nearly popping out of her head as she lets out a gasp. “Holy shit,” she whisper-hisses. “Is that…?”
My head spins, and I look over my shoulder to see not only Lizzy’s brother Logan standing in the doorway, but Rowan Cole—world famous rom-com and action movie star, and two time People’s Sexist Man Alive.
“Oh, fuck.” Eyes wide, I spin back around to gape at my best friend. “Shit. We have to warn Lizzy ab—”
“Warn me about what?”
Heart thudding against my chest, I turn just as Lizzy walks back into the kitchen.
“Hey, sis! Look who I found!”
Skidding to a stop, Lizzy’s face drains of all color.
I can practically hear the record scratch as mine and Noia’s eyes bounce between Lizzy and Logan.
It’s obvious from the way he’s grinning from ear to ear at his sister, Logan hasn’t got a clue how she feels about the sexy blast from her past.
Our eyes shift to Rowan, who’s looking at Lizzy with what I can only describe as deep-seated guilt before it’s quickly replaced with what looks unmistakably like unbridled heat as he slowly takes her in.
Wearing black skinny jeans and a tight blue tank-top that shows a good amount of cleavage, Lizzy’s hair is up in a high ponytail, long bangs framing her face.
The flash of irritation that comes over Rowan’s face next is so quick, I almost miss it before he quickly masks it with his infamous, signature bright as fuck smile.
“Hey, Sunshine.”
I shift my gaze back to Lizzy just in time to see her eyes narrow and her full lips press into a firm line. Taking in a deep audible breath, she spins on her heel, stalks through the kitchen and out the back door.