Epilogue
DOMINIC
The BMW glides to a smooth stop outside the wrought-iron gates of the school Aoife teaches at. Lewis kills the indicator but keeps the engine running. Morning traffic hums along the tree-lined street. Burnt orange leaves line the pavements as parents drop their daughters off for the day.
I didn’t understand it at first—her desire to teach.
She doesn’t need to work. She doesn’t need to do anything, not now she has the freedom to do whatever she chooses—and what she chooses is a classroom full of six-year-old girls.
But the way she talks about those kids when she comes home… her whole face lights up. She was born to be with kids, which is why I’m hoping she’ll bear mine—sooner rather than later.
I might have given her clothes, protection, houses, every luxury money can buy…
But she gave me something far rarer—light, love, laughter.
And in my world, they’re not things you come across too often.
‘You’re staring at me,’ she says, pressing a quick kiss to my mouth. Her blonde hair is twisted into an elegant up style, showcasing her slender neck.
‘You’re my wife. I’m the one man who’s allowed.’ I shrug. ‘Speaking of which, I’m taking you out tonight.’
‘You are? I’m supposed to be meeting Abby.
’ Her hand pauses on the door handle, her blue eyes blazing into mine.
‘But I suppose I could ask her to meet me tomorrow instead.’ I steal another kiss, and she pulls away.
‘There are kids present, Dominic,’ she teases, even though they can see nothing behind the tinted windows. ‘So, where are we going?’
‘All will be revealed…’ I arch an eyebrow and watch as her mouth pops open.
‘Reveal?’ she whispers.
I touch her thigh because I can’t not. ‘If you’re up for it.’ My horny little wife has been desperate to revisit Sean Beckett’s sex club since the first time she stepped foot in it.
Colour stains her cheeks, and I chuckle. ‘Oh, I’ve missed those blushes, baby.’
‘You’re a bad man,’ she murmurs. ‘How am I supposed to get through the day, knowing that?’ She presses her thighs together.
‘It’s called delayed gratification, Mrs Kincaid.’ I fire her a wink. ‘You’re in for a crash course tonight.’
Her lips find mine then. I pull back, reluctantly. ‘There are children present,’ I toss her own line back at her, and she shakes her head, biting back a smirk. ‘You’re insufferable.’
‘I’ll pick you up at four o’clock.’
‘You don’t need to chauffeur me around; you bought me a car,’ she reminds me.
‘I like chauffeuring you around.’ I squeeze her thigh gently. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’ Her eyes linger on my lips for a long beat, then she opens the door and steps out, pulling her cream cashmere coat tighter around her.
I love her independence, but I also love it when she’s bound and gagged and tied to our bed and utterly submissive too. I love her every and any way I get her.
Girls call out greetings. Parents and teachers smile at her. Within seconds she’s in the middle of it all, animated and glowing like she belongs there. I watch her disappear into the building before leaning back in the seat.
‘Where to?’ Lewis asks from the driver’s seat.
‘Ravenhill.’ He meets my eye in the rearview mirror. ‘I need to see Ciaran.’
The city has been quiet lately—quieter than usual with Kavanagh gone. Michael Kavanagh, Rory’s father, took his own life after his son went missing.
An unfortunate tragedy.
At least that’s what people believe.
Frankie made sure of it.
So the war with Kavanagh is over.
But there’s a new one still at large.
Because you don’t kill the Colombian Cartel without repercussions.
Twenty minutes later, we reach the prison. Ravenhill looms like a grey fortress against the morning sky. The guards at the gate barely glance at the car before waving us through.
The Syndicate doesn’t officially run the prison.
But we might as well—I made certain of it. No one will ever threaten my father’s life again.
Inside, the corridors smell faintly of disinfectant and concrete dust. I pass through security with minimal fuss. No metal detectors. No searches. Just a quiet nod from the officer on duty.
Ciaran is waiting for me in one of the private meeting rooms. He’s wearing prison greys and a wicked grin. Incarceration hasn’t dulled his sense of humour.
‘Did you fuck those tits yet?’ he teases.
‘I will fucking kill you one of these days.’ I shake my head, biting back a smirk, and clap my brother on the back, pulling him into a quick hug.
‘How’s prison life treating you? Did you get any action lately?’ I snort.
He smirks. ‘Not yet, but I’m working on it.’
My eyebrows shoot up. ‘Things that bad?’
‘Fuck no.’ He shakes his head at my insinuation. ‘Our new lawyer.’
‘What about her?’ I slide into one of the leather seats at the table, and he drops into the one directly opposite me and waggles his thick dark eyebrows.
‘You’ll never believe who it is.’ He makes the chef’s kiss motion with his fingers. ‘The same woman I told you about that night we were in Dom’s dealing with McAllister.’
‘Oh, fuck, Ciaran. You can’t fuck the lawyer.
‘I already did.’ He smirks. ‘And if I get my way, it won’t be the last time. Legs up to her armpits. Long glossy hair that makes a man want to wrap his hands around, and she has got the smartest, sassiest mouth that I can’t stop thinking about fucking—again.’
‘For fuck’s sake, Ciaran.’ I shake my head. ‘She’s representing you.’
‘Exactly.’ His pupils gleam. ‘I get to spend a lot of time alone with her, tending to very private matters.’
‘Oh fuck, I hope you know what you’re doing.’ I shake my head again.
A short rap sounds on the door, and one of the prison guards pops his head inside. ‘Coffee?’
Clearly, he’s one of The Syndicate’s new recruits. So is the governor. Funny how quickly things improve once money starts moving. ‘Sure.’ I nod, and he closes the door, leaving us alone again.
‘How’s Dad?’
‘Good. He’ll join us shortly. Before then, give me an update.’ Ciaran leans further back into the chair and stretches his legs.
I rest an elbow on the table. ‘Things are kicking off in Belfast.’
His eyes sharpen instantly.
‘Cruz’s sister,’ I continue. ‘She’s taken over what’s left of his operation, along with his cousins.’
That dangerous grin I’ve known my whole life spreads across my brother’s face. ‘Good,’ he says.
I raise an eyebrow.
He leans forward slightly, eyes burning with anticipation. ‘Because when I get out of here…’ His smile turns lethal. ‘We’ll end those fuckers once and for all.’ He cracks his knuckles one by one. ‘And this time, when it comes to the Cruzs…’ His gaze locks with mine. ‘I’ll show no mercy.’
THE END