Epilogue
KINGSTON “FROST”
Icircle this motherfucker who’s tied to the chair. He’s endangered everyone in the club for extra money. Stopping in front of him, I readjust the brass knuckles, and slam my fist into the right side of his jaw and then the left. Blood spittle flies out of his mouth.
Skull leaves the pain and torture for me, because he doesn’t like getting messy.
It’s just me and Smokey, who is standing in the corner, arms folded, eyes bolted on Pirate.
Our mole. It took me a while to figure it out, but I finally did.
The first intercepted drop didn’t reveal anyone in particular.
It turns out, Pirate staged the warehouse trip wire, which is why he stayed behind to watch the old ladies.
During the ambush at the lake house, Pirate ran to the front of the house, pretending to do a quick check even though Skull told him not to bother.
When we trapped the Grave Disciples in the warehouse, Pirate was the one who volunteered to stay behind to look after Gears.
Other things happened in Pirate’s absence, but they all got passed me.
It wasn’t until Rebel told me he asked a lot of questions about the construction of the panic room. This had me shift my attention to him.
No one wants a mole in their club, someone they trusted, so I made sure to have enough evidence to show my brothers.
Pirate’s been with the Wolves of Mayhem for thirty years.
Threw us under the bus for a cut in the trafficking business the Graves Disciples offered him in return for intel.
I first approached Skull about it, and at yesterday’s party at our new clubhouse, Skull confronted him in front of everyone.
Everyone couldn’t believe it. At first, Pirate denied it all until Skull showed him information I collected.
Even a statement from one of the members of the Graves Disciples, who left after Snake merged what was left of the group with the Dirty Cannibals.
This member also revealed how Pirate tipped off Ace regarding the coffee shop where Rebel worked at.
He kidnapped her from her apartment, and punished her for my sins.
Pirate’s sniveling is pathetic. “Please, Frost. Let me go. You can say I got loose from the ropes.”
Smokey pushes off the wall and stalks toward us. “Shut the fuck up, Pirate. This is a traitor’s demise.” He turns to me and says, “You can’t torture him too long. The wedding is in…” glancing at his watch, he adds, “…four hours.”
I toss the brass knuckles on the table where all the other instruments lay.
In one fast swoop, I slice the top of each of his thighs.
His screams annoy us. Smokey shoves a gasoline-soaked cloth into his mouth.
I snap on rubber gloves, lift the water color mixture of sulfuric and nitric acid, and drip it over the open cuts on his legs.
Pirate’s eye is about to pop out of his head, face red as a beet, and a thick vein protrudes from his neck as he screams for his life.
My eyes roam over the other items on the table and then I turn to the metal hook hanging from the ceiling.
A memory flash of Rebel hanging from a hook being raped by Ace has me untying Pirate from the chair, yanking his pants down, and lifting him until the pointy part of the hook slips into his asshole. His body spasms from pain.
Smokey gives me the eye. “Damn, that’s brutal.”
“If it wasn’t for this fucker, Rebel wouldn’t have been hung up on a hook, electrocuted, and raped by Ace.”
He forgot about what Ace did, tipping his head in approval. “Well, you better get on with it. Time is ticking and we still have to bury the body.”
Blood drips onto the ground below him. The whimpering pussy has snot all over his face. From the club to this house, we lost the patch to his eye, so there’s just a hole behind his eyelids.
“I’m almost done. Besides, Jasper’s crew will be here shortly.”
“I thought he was going to the wedding?”
“I said his crew, not him.”
Smokey laughs. “Chill, dick.”
Not only do I have bloody hands, it splattered onto my shirt and jeans. I look like something from a horror movie. It’s time to end this. I seize the clawlike knife, running it across his throat, and he jerks like a squealed pig. Blood gushes from the wound and his ass until he’s completely still.
I wipe the knife off, place it with the other items, and call Jasper. “Done.”
The call ends and I say, “They’re already here. Let’s go.”
At home, I jog up the steps to our bedroom, tearing off my shirt, and open the door to a roomful of women and my bride.
Rebel jumps off the bed and gasps. “What happened?” I discard the rest of my clothes as she follows me into the washroom. “Is that your blood?”
I shake my head and she returns to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. It takes several washings before there’s no blood circling the drain. With my hair still wet, I tie a towel around my waist, finding all the women still in the bedroom.
Rebel comes up to me. “I can’t believe you were…” she searches my face for an answer, “…I don’t know what you were doing, but it wasn’t good. Damn you, Frost---”
I twirl her, pressing her back to the wall, my hands flat against it, and my mouth claims hers, giving her a massive dose of testosterone. My mouth frees hers, but our lips are an inch apart, and I drop the towel.
With the women behind me, and my eyes locked on Rebel, I say to the room, “Ladies, you can go or stay and watch. Don’t care either way.”
The door opens and they file out, but I hear Duchess say, “Come on, Casey.”
“I want to watch.”
From my periphery, she grabs Casey’s arm, and yanks her out of the room, saying to me, “Better not mess her hair, King, or I’ll kill you myself,” before closing the door.
I smile at Rebel, my soon-to-be wife. When she gave birth, I thought I lost her. My hysterical mind thought of my future without her. I’d never snap out of it. Our children would be motherless. It gutted me.
She hemorrhaged after our son Cooper was born.
Luckily the nurse acted fast, and they were able to save her.
It took her several weeks to recuperate at home while I doted on her and the babies, clearing my schedule at the shop.
Most of the day, she sat in her sofa bed, looking out onto the yard with the babies in their basinets beside it.
I’d bring them to her for feedings or if she wanted to hold them.
The women brought food over and I cooked.
Duchess stopped by often with her daughter Abigail.
In the evenings, I’d bring them all upstairs, lying on my side with my head propped up as the babies sucked on her nipples. These moments will stay with me forever.
I speak against her lips. “Ready?”
“For what?”
“All of it.”
I loosen the belt on her robe, slipping it off her shoulders where it pools on the floor. In a bra and underwear, I strip her of everything, gazing at my glorious girl with fuller hips, heavier breasts, yet still a smile that melts my cold heart.
My hand snakes up her body, stroking between her breasts, and one by one, my fingers clamp onto the sides of her slender neck.
Her eyes bolt onto mine, both of us escaping into the moment.
I’m consumed by Rebel. Her erotic hunger smell forces me to wiggle a finger between her swollen lips, dragging it up and down the seam, and dipping inside.
She lets out a breathy moan. My girl is the sexiest fucking thing.
Her every movement, expression, uttered noise hoists my dick to full attention for her to ride on it.
It’s hot and throbbing. Rebel’s slick, so I wrap her leg over my hip, run the head of my cock through her wetness, and plunge in while holding her steady against the wall.
I kiss her again, my mouth, lips, and tongue dominating the action.
Her mouth battles mine for control and reprieve, but I deny her.
I slide out of her slowly, up to the tip, and drive in fast, hitting the depths of her.
Our mouths disconnect, except for our gazes, still sutured together.
My thrusts are met by Rebel’s hips. By now, we know the dance by heart.
Our hips crash together, drift apart, repeating the actions as the speed picks up.
We’re fucking hard. My fingers tighten around her throat, minimizing her breaths, motivating us to chase our desperate cravings.
She trusts me and also enjoys breath play because it intensifies her release.
Her face is red. My pelvis snaps so fast it’ll leave bruises.
The tightness starts in my abs, then my balls, before I’m frosting my girl’s insides.
I loosen my hand on her neck, and as she tries to catch her breath, she comes on my dick.
Our escape ends, yet we’re shattering over each other.
I swallow her slick body against mine, and say, “All of it. For the rest of our lives.”
She kisses my neck and repeats, “All of it. For the rest of our lives.”
Rebel gave me the three greatest gifts in this world: teaching me to believe in myself, Cadence, and Cooper.
STEVIE
When we finish fucking, Frost dresses and goes to the clubhouse while the women come upstairs to finish dressing me. For the most part, my hair remained intact, so Duchess didn’t have to kill Frost…at least not today.
Since the clubhouse is in the center of the land, several blocks away from our house, Skull purchased a couple of golf carts, decorating one for today. Duchess drives one and Willow drives the others, as we round the building so no one can see us.
I snuck down earlier to see how everything is set up. It’s a gorgeous sunny day, so the wedding is outside. There are white wooden chairs on both sides of a long white runner, and at the end is an archway, decorated with flowers.
Gears and several bikers and Senorita are looking after Cadence and Cooper.
I fell in love with Cadence and Cooper before ever meeting them, and now, they’re everything to me.
My love for them and Frost fills my heart.
He's more than I could have imagined he’d be.
Providing for all three of us. And Cadence and Cooper are smitten with him, especially Cadence. She’s a daddy’s girl.
In the clubhouse, I stand near the door while everyone takes their seats outside.
The place is decked-out in balloons. The food is set up inside to stay cool and near the kitchen.
Skull outdid himself. The clubhouse has a huge ballroom for occasions like today.
Next to it is the bar area, a huge meeting room where they hold church, a swimming pool, and a fitness center. The place is magnificent.
From inside, I hear Cadence and Cooper outside, fussing and crying.
I nod to Duchess to let her know I’m ready.
The music begins, and I step out, walk to the side of the building, and my emotions gather in my throat.
Everyone is here. Gears holds Cadence, and Skull has Cooper, as Duchess cuddles Abigail next to them.
At the end of the runner, standing by the archway, is my stalker convict biker. My love. He’s actually wearing tailored pants and a white shirt under his cut, but he couldn’t part with his boots. Even so, he’s extremely handsome.
I walk slowly down the aisle and as I pass Cadence and Cooper, they scream louder.
Whispering an apology to Gears and Smokey, I continue until I step up beside Frost, who takes my hand in his and kisses the top of mine.
The music stops, but my children don’t. Jasper got ordained online, and as he talks, the babies grow louder until he’s screaming over them.
Frost stops Jasper, tells Gears and Smokey to put them down, and the two crawl through the grass and on the runner. Cadence arrives first, holding her arm up to Frost, who picks her up.
She coos, “Dada. Dada.”
The crowd melts at her interaction with Frost. This large, muscled man is in love with this cute little blond girl.
Cadence and Frost clicked from the beginning.
She loves her daddy, cuddling into him. She tucks her arms to her chest, rests her head on his shoulder, and falls asleep like she does now.
And Frost is wrapped around her finger. Anything Cadence wants, she gets.
Coop gravitates to me. A quiet mama’s boy, and a giggler, who makes me laugh.
He grabs hold of my dress to stand, wobbling on his little legs, and raises his arms to me.
I can’t deny my little guy, so I pick him up.
Cooper sticks his thumb in his mouth, rests his head on my shoulder, and closes his eyes.
And this is how Frost and I read our vows and say our I do’s.
When Jasper announces us man and wife, Frost presses Cadence to him, bends down, and kisses me.
We separate, each holding part of our little family, smiling at one another like we swallowed the stars, and their light beams shoot from our toes, fingers, and the ends of our hair.
The day is perfect. I just wish my mom were here. She would have loved being a grandmother.
Even so, Frost gave me the three greatest gifts in this world: his love, Cadence, and Cooper.