Epilogue
Remedy
Six Months Later
The clubhouse was quieter than it had been in years.
Not because fewer people lived there.
Quite the opposite.
Life had simply found its rhythm again.
The sounds had changed.
Instead of late-night strategy meetings, the mornings now began with children racing bicycles down the driveway while brothers pretended they weren't secretly timing who was fastest.
Harbor House had become exactly what Sunshine always dreamed it could be.
Not a shelter.
A community.
Some women had moved into apartments around Blackwater Falls.
Others had stayed, helping new arrivals begin their own healing.
Every room held hope instead of fear.
It wasn't perfect.
Nothing ever was.
But it was home.
I stepped onto the back porch carrying two mugs of coffee.
Sunshine sat on the swing wrapped in one of my hoodies despite the warm spring morning.
She smiled when she saw me.
"You stole my coffee."
"I improved it."
She accepted the mug.
"You put cinnamon in it."
"I know what you like."
"I noticed."
I settled beside her, our shoulders brushing as we watched the backyard come to life.
Charlie and Grace were already outside.
Grace had grown several inches over the past six months.
The shy little girl we'd rescued now laughed loudly enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
Charlie insisted she was the best big sister in the world.
Grace insisted Charlie wasn't older.
Charlie argued that didn't matter.
Neither of them had asked our opinion.
Emma stood nearby helping several younger children plant tomatoes in the community garden.
She'd decided she wanted to become a teacher one day.
Daisy claimed she'd known that before Emma did.
She was probably right.
A truck pulled into the driveway.
Charlie looked up immediately.
"Brooke!"
She abandoned her bicycle and ran toward the parking area.
Not every visit looked like that.
Some days Charlie barely looked up from whatever game she was playing.
Other days she wanted Brooke to stay for lunch.
Sometimes they colored.
Sometimes they baked cookies.
Sometimes they simply sat on the porch swing talking about school.
It wasn't perfect.
Relationships rarely were.
But they were building something honest.
One afternoon at a time.
Brooke climbed out of her car carrying a small paper bag.
Charlie met her halfway.
"What'd you bring?"
Brooke laughed.
"Shouldn't you say hello first?"
"Oh."
Charlie hugged her quickly.
"Hi."
"Much better."
She handed Charlie the bag.
"Pancake mix?"
Charlie gasped dramatically.
"Daddy!"
I laughed from the porch.
"I saw."
Charlie looked back at Brooke.
"We're making breakfast for dinner!"
Brooke smiled.
"If your dad says yes."
Charlie looked at me expectantly.
I shrugged.
"I've been outnumbered for a long time."
Sunshine laughed beside me.
"You really have."
Knight's truck pulled in behind Brooke's a few minutes later.
Cipher climbed out of the passenger seat carrying a laptop.
Even on a Saturday, the work never truly stopped.
Knight caught my eye.
"We've got something."
I nodded once.
"I'll be there in a minute."
The war wasn't over.
There were still compounds to investigate.
Still children to find.
Still families waiting.
Oliver.
Ellie.
Others whose names Emma had written so carefully on those pages.
We hadn't forgotten.
We never would.
Sunshine reached over and intertwined her fingers with mine.
"You'll come home?"
I smiled.
"I always do."
She kissed my cheek.
"We'll save you pancakes."
Charlie immediately shouted from the yard,
"No!"
Everyone turned toward her.
"They'll get cold."
Brooke smiled.
"So what do we do?"
Charlie looked at all of us as if the answer were obvious.
"We wait."
Sunshine laughed softly.
"I think that's a wonderful idea."
I looked around the backyard.
Charlie laughed beneath the old oak tree while Sunshine watched her with the same quiet smile that had become one of my favorite sights in the world.
Around us, brothers, wives, children, and friends filled every corner of the yard with conversation, teasing, and the kind of peace we'd all fought too hard to take for granted.
There was a time when I believed family was something you either had...
...or something you lost.
Now I knew better.
Family wasn't built in a single moment.
It was built in ordinary days.
In shared meals.
In late-night phone calls.
In scraped knees and bedtime stories.
In rescue missions and second chances.
In standing beside someone when the rest of the world had walked away.
That's what the Flaming Skulls had always been.
Not just a motorcycle club.
A family.
And looking around that backyard, I realized we'd built something even bigger than that.
We'd built a home.
The End
A Note from Sloane Davidson
Thank you for spending time with Remedy, Sunshine, Charlie, and the entire Flaming Skulls family.
This story has always been about more than romance. It's about healing after trauma, finding hope when it seems impossible, and discovering that family isn't always defined by blood—it can also be built through love, loyalty, and the courage to stand beside one another.
While Remedy and Sunshine's story comes to a close, the fight against the Divine Order is far from over.
There are still children waiting to come home.
There are still secrets buried in the shadows.
And there are still brothers whose stories have yet to be told.
I hope you'll continue the journey with the Flaming Skulls Motorcycle Club.
Ride safe, and I'll see you in the next book.
— Sloane Davidson
Coming Next...
Flaming Skulls Motorcycle Club: East Coast Chapter
Book 9 – Raze
Some fires don't burn out... they burn hotter.
Raze has spent his life running headfirst into danger, believing that if he fought hard enough, no one else would have to. But when a determined woman with scars of her own crosses his path, he's forced to realize that not every battle can be won with fists and firepower.
As the Divine Order strikes back against the Flaming Skulls, old enemies emerge from the shadows, loyalties are tested, and one devastating attack proves that rescuing survivors was only the beginning.
For Raze, protecting the woman he loves may become the most dangerous fight of his life.
The war has only just begun...