Epilogue - Hellfire
A year later
The evening sun casts long shadows as I park my bike outside our Clubhouse. Been a long day riding patrol with Butcher, making sure our territory stays clean after finally pushing the Outlaws out of town.
The war wasn't easy—we took heavy hits, but in the end, justice prevailed. It took almost a year, but Chloe's recent articles sparked an FBI investigation that brought the Outlaws down and their shady businesses.
All I want now is a hot shower, a warm meal, and my wife in my arms.
Wife. Even after six months, the word still feels strange but right on my tongue. The wedding was small – just the club and her mother who finally accepted her daughter marrying a biker.
Chloe wore a simple white dress that stopped my heart, and I wore a suit for the first time since leaving the military. The guys still tease me about how I couldn't take my eyes off her all day.
Living with her has changed the club in ways I never expected. She still corrects everyone's grammar during meetings and even organizes charity rides for the community.
Angel adores her – they're thick as thieves now, especially since I finally gave Ruthless my blessing to date my daughter. Took a lot of convincing from Chloe for that one.
But something's off tonight. The bar's too quiet – no music, no voices, no sounds of pool being played. My hand instinctively moves to my gun as I signal Butcher.
"Easy, boss," he says with a suspicious grin. "Just go in."
I raise an eyebrow at him. In our world, surprises usually mean trouble. But Butcher just shakes his head, still grinning like an idiot.
The past week flashes through my mind – Chloe being distant, running to the bathroom every morning, Angel being more secretive than usual. My journalist has been acting strange, but every time I ask, she just kisses me and changes the subject.
"What are they planning?" I growl at Butcher.
He holds up his hands.
"You know I can't cross your old lady, boss. She's scarier than you when she's mad."
True enough. My wife might be half my size, but she has a steel spine and a tongue sharp enough to put any biker in his place.
I push open the door, combat-ready despite Butcher's assurance, and—
"SURPRISE!"
The whole club erupts from various hiding spots, throwing colorful paper and confetti. A banner hangs across the bar: "CONGRATULATIONS DADDY!"
Daddy?
The place has been transformed. Balloons everywhere, food spread across tables, and is that... are those tiny motorcycle-shaped cookies? Must be Butcher's mother's work.
My eyes find Chloe immediately. She's standing in the center of the room, holding something in her hands, wearing that smile that first made me fall for her. Angel's beside her, practically bouncing with excitement.
The rest of the club forms a semicircle behind them – Crow, Wrath, and their girlfriends wearing matching grins, Ruthless with his arm around Angel, Butcher’s girlfriend, Maverick and his girlfriend, all filming everything on their phones from different angles.
"What's going on?" I manage to ask, though I think I already know.
Chloe walks up to me, holding out what I now see is a pregnancy test.
"Surprise?" she says softly. "You're going to be a father."
The room goes quiet as everyone waits for my reaction. A father. Me. The scarred, dangerous president of Iron Click Here