Epilogue
EPILOGUE
L ion
“It’s finally healed,” I tell her, looking at her back as she’s sitting on the side of the bed. The property of Lion going down her spine has me harder than steel. Knowing she only has two tattoos and both of them profess our love makes me feel like beating on my chest.
“Ooouuu, take a picture so I can see it!” she says excitedly. I do and show it to her. “Damn, I love it.” I take her hand when she hands me her phone back and kiss the tattoo on her left hand. She has half of a lioness with a crown on her thumb and web, and I have half of a lion’s face with a crown on my right thumb and web. When you put them together, they merge into one.
“I love this tattoo.”
“Mmm, me too,” she kisses me and heads into the bathroom. So much has changed and then again, not a lot at all. She went back home after being gone for two years. She donated everything there except the things that have sentimental memories of her mom and uncle. She put the house on the market, and it sold almost instantly. She also went by the bank to thank Yadira for the help she gave her when she had to make a run for it. She also had a sit down with the girls, and they gave Ms. Adelaide a retirement party that went on for at least two days. Rebel also announced she wanted to close the brothel, but they had a fit. They were able to change their lives from the money they were making and the education and training they were able to take advantage of, so she agreed to leave it open for a little longer. Personally, I told her to keep the damn thing, she instituted a Sinners night, and for that, she gained free protection, even though being my ol’ lady she was going to get that anyway. I love her business. Between the hotel and the brothel in the quarter, it’s a cash cow. Add that to my company and things are great. We don’t have to touch her inheritance. Honestly, my money alone would be more than sufficient.
She met Loki and the Sinners and fit right in. Loki had no problem with her becoming my ol’ lady. As a matter of fact, it was his idea to tattoo her. I didn’t think for one second she would go for it, but she was excited to get it. She and I worked with the artist to design it, and it came out better than we both expected. The first time she wore her jeans, tank top, and vest that said Property of Lion on it, had her bent over the bike, getting her back blown out until she begged me to stop. All well, that ends well. Now, my brother…that’s another story altogether.
Bones
I throw the hand strengthener across the room, exploding as it hits the wall.
“That almost took my head out, you mean bastard!”
“Fuck you,”
“You wish, limp dick! And I’m billing you for that, and you’re going to replace it, too!”
“You know, when I said I needed a physical therapist, I didn’t know they would send the shrew of Louisiana,”
“Hmp, no one else would come! You ran everyone else away. I am your last hope, so I suggest you stop being a little spoiled bitch so you can get the use of your hand back,”
“A fucking whore is my last chance,”
“Damn sure is! I’m a good whore and a better therapist. If you think shaming me for working in a brothel is going to work, think again. I made damn good money working in that brothel, and it got me through school to become a highly sought-after physical therapist. So I suggest you get over your damn self and work with me. I promise I can get the full use of your hand back, Benjamin.”
“Bones! No one calls me Benjamin but my family,” I yell, and she rolls her eyes as she makes her way over to the table, opening her case.
“Now, are we working today, or are we still having a pity party?” she asks, taking out even more devices to torture me with. I walk over and sit at the table.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“You have a smart-ass mouth,”
“And you don’t have a smart anything. Let’s begin.”
This woman is the bane of my existence and the star of every wet dream I have had since she became my therapist. “Fine, Tabatha.”
“I told you to call me Lilly. Now let’s get started.”