Epilogue Three-Nico
EPILOGUE THREE-NICO
“ W ell?” Angel asks as I step out of my wife’s hospital room.
I accept the bag of clean clothes from him, knowing I am covered in all matter of biological stuffs. But I don’t care.
I am riding high on the birth of Anna’s and my second child.
“It’s a girl,” I announce, and the room breaks out into applause and well wishes.
All the leaders of the Vipers are there. Luc and Angel, my blood brothers, and their families. Our business partners from Volkov Industries, and our friends, are there as well.
I wasn’t sure about that, but when the wives started insisting they come to support Anna, who has been welcomed along with Maria and Giselle into their circle of friends, well, there was nothing any of us could do.
The four wolves of Volkov Industries were just as unhinged and fucked in the head over their wives as we were.
“Congrats, brother,” Angel says, and I nod, turning to get changed so I can rejoin my wife and child.
“Come here, Big Boy. Gonna meet your little sister when Daddy gets back from the bathroom,” I tell my son who is sitting in his Aunt Sisi’s lap.
“He can’t wait,” she says, and I nod.
My chest feels so damn full, and I take one more look at everyone around me, around us. I never thought I would have anything but darkness in my life.
But Anna brought me sunshine. She brought me soft things. Like flowers and butterfly kisses from my children.
She gives me everything and like the other men in the room, there is nothing I won’t do for her.
Anna wanted family, and here we are. This is all for her.
My wife. The mother of my children. The very beat of my heart.
I get why Angel was so distracted when Sisi left town. It happened to me too, albeit not in the same way. And I know why Luc went nuts when someone went after Maria.
And from the stories I’ve heard about Adrik and his boys, well, it seems we are all cut from the same cloth.
We’re not perfect. Hell, we ain’t even good guys.
But we have one thing in common. One simple thing.
You touch our wives, you fucking die. Period.
Vipers don’t pull their punches. We strike hard.
Don’t believe me? Ask around. See how many of our enemies tried and lived to tell the tale.
Sure, we’re mostly legitimate now. But as Angel always says, old habits die hard.
We don’t shy from killing.
Not when it’s necessary.
But to be honest, I’d much rather spend my time lovin’ on my wife. And I am fairly certain Luc and Angel feel the same about their wives.
So, if you are thinking about stepping to us, if you have some notion you’re a badass and can get away with fucking with us or our women, here is some free advice to ensure you live a long and healthy life.
Don’t.
Just fucking don’t.
Consider it a precautionary warning.
See, whatever you’ve heard, you got it wrong. The Vipers aren’t weak because we’re married.
Falling in love isn’t a weakness at all.
It’s the opposite. It makes us stronger than ever. And listening to me when I say don’t you fucking do it , well, that just might save your life.
The end.