Epilogue 1 - Amanda
One Month Later
My hands are sweating as I walk into the Blackwater Falls Police Station. It's been a month since I gave my statement about Hayes, a month since Danny gave his testimony, a month since my whole world tilted on its axis.
A month since I fell completely, irrevocably, in love with a biker who hates cops.
"You okay?" Danny's voice is low beside me, his hand on my back.
"Yeah." I lean into his touch, drawing strength from it. "Just nervous."
"Whatever happens, you've got me." He squeezes gently. "You know that, right?"
I do know. I know it in my bones, in my soul, in every part of me that he's claimed over the past month.
I told him he could stay home this morning. That I could handle this meeting with Chief Morrison alone. But Danny insisted on coming, on being here for me, and god, I feel safer with him beside me.
Because he's my boyfriend now. The word still makes me smile—boyfriend. Danny asked me officially a week after our first time together, after a night of fucking that left me unable to walk straight and absolutely certain I was falling for him.
"Be my girlfriend," he'd said, his blue eyes intense. "Officially. I want everyone to know you're mine."
I said yes without hesitation.
Since then, I've been spending most of my time at his place—a small house not far from the clubhouse that's slowly becoming our space. My clothes hang in his closet. My toothbrush sits next to his in the bathroom. My coffee mug has a permanent spot in his kitchen.
We've been fucking every single day. Sometimes multiple times.
In his bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, against the wall, on his motorcycle in the garage.
I've gotten so much better at it, learned what he likes, what makes him groan, how to take his cock deep in my throat until tears stream down my face.
But more than the sex, as incredible as it is, we've been sharing our lives with each other.
I told him about the bullying I suffered when I was younger.
How kids called me fat, ugly, worthless.
How I ate lunch alone in the bathroom for two years because sitting in the cafeteria meant hearing the cruel comments.
How I promised myself I'd become someone who protected people like me, the ones everyone else overlooked or hurt.
He told me about the fights he'd been in. The violence that came so easily after Nathan died. How he'd get into bar brawls just to feel something other than grief. How King had taught him to channel that rage into something productive: protecting the club, protecting the town.
We promised each other no secrets. Complete honesty, even when it hurt.
And it works. Somehow, impossibly, we work.
Everyone knows about us now. The cops at the station whisper when they see us together. The Savage Riders have accepted me as Danny's girlfriend, though I can tell some of them are still wary of having a cop around.
No one understands how two people who should be mortal enemies ended up together. A cop and a criminal. A woman who believes in the system and a man who wants to burn it down.
But no one has told us to break up. Only Chief Morrison and King have pulled us aside separately, making sure we understand what we're risking.
"This could implode both your lives," Morrison had said two weeks ago. "If it goes bad, you lose your support system. Both of you."
"We know," I'd replied. "We're willing to take that risk."
King had been more direct with Danny. "She's a cop. If this goes sideways, it could bring heat to the club. You sure she's worth it?"
"Yeah," Danny had said without hesitation. "She's worth everything."
Now, walking into Morrison's office with Danny beside me, I hold onto that certainty. Whatever happens with Hayes, whatever Morrison decides about my future here, I have Danny. And that's enough.
"Collins." Morrison looks up from his desk. His eyes flick to Danny, and something crosses his face. Disapproval, maybe, or resignation. "Mr. Wells. I didn't expect you to accompany her."
"She's my girlfriend." Danny's voice is flat. "Where she goes, I go."
Morrison's jaw tightens, but he doesn't argue. "Sit."
We sit, Danny's hand finding mine under the desk, squeezing.
"I called you in to give you an update on the Hayes situation." Morrison leans back in his chair. "After your statements and some additional investigation, we've made a decision."
This is it. This is where I find out if telling the truth was worth it, or if I just destroyed my career for nothing.
"Hayes is being terminated from the police department." Morrison's words are clipped, professional. "Effective immediately."
Relief floods through me so intensely I nearly cry. "Really?"
"Really." Morrison picks up a file from his desk.
"After your complaint, we looked into his personnel record more thoroughly.
Turns out there were several other female officers who left this department over the past few years.
When we contacted them, three came forward with similar stories about Hayes. "
"Three?" My voice is barely a whisper.
"Three women who experienced sexual harassment and unwanted advances from Hayes during their time here." Morrison's expression is grim. "None filed official complaints because they were afraid they wouldn't be believed. That their careers would be destroyed instead of his."
Danny's hand tightens on mine. I can feel the rage rolling off him. Rage at a system that let Hayes operate for years, rage at the women who felt they had no choice but to stay silent.
"Why didn't anyone investigate him before?" I ask.
"Because no one reported it officially." Morrison's voice carries frustration. "Without a formal complaint, there was nothing to investigate. Hayes was careful. Never left physical evidence. Never harassed women when witnesses were around."
"Until me," I say.
"Until you." Morrison meets my eyes. "You were brave enough to speak up. And your witness—" he glances at Danny, "—corroborated your version of events. That gave us the leverage we needed to dig deeper."
"What happens to Hayes now?" Danny asks, his voice hard.
"He's been blacklisted from law enforcement in this county. If he tries to get hired anywhere else, his termination will show up on background checks." Morrison closes the file. "He's done. His career is over."
Good. The thought is vicious and satisfying. Hayes deserves to lose everything for what he did to me and those other women.
"What about Collins?" Danny asks. "Is she still on administrative duty?"
Morrison looks at me. "No. You're cleared to return to active duty immediately. Your record will show that you acted appropriately in a difficult situation."
More relief. I can barely breathe through it.
"However," Morrison continues, "given the circumstances, I'm recommending you be reassigned to a different partner. Someone with more experience who can help you develop your skills without..." he trails off.
"Without sexually harassing me?" I finish.
"Yes." Morrison doesn't smile, but there's something almost approving in his eyes. "You did good, Collins. You stood up when it mattered. That takes guts."
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't thank me yet." Morrison's expression turns serious. "Your relationship with Mr. Wells is going to cause problems. Other officers won't trust you. They'll question whether your loyalty is to the badge or to the Savage Riders."
"My loyalty is to doing the right thing," I say firmly. "Same as it's always been."
"And if those two things conflict?"
I glance at Danny, then back at Morrison. "Then we'll figure it out. Together."
Morrison sighs. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"I do." And I mean it. Danny and I might not make sense on paper, but we make sense to each other. And that's what matters.
"Dismissed," Morrison says. "Report for duty tomorrow morning. Seven AM."
We stand, and Danny guides me out of the office with his hand on my back. Once we're outside in the parking lot, away from listening ears, I finally let myself react.
"He's gone," I breathe. "Hayes is actually gone."
"Yeah, he is." Danny pulls me into his arms. "You did that. You stopped him from hurting anyone else."
"We did that." I look up at him. "If you hadn't given that statement, Morrison never would've investigated further."
"Guess we make a good team." He smirks. "Cop and criminal. Who would've thought?"
"Not me." I laugh, giddy with relief. "A month ago, I hated the idea of bikers. And you hated cops."
"I still hate cops," he says, but his tone is teasing. "Just not my cop."
"Your cop." The possessiveness in his voice makes my pussy clench. "God, that shouldn't be so hot."
"Everything about you is hot." His hands slide down to grip my ass. "Especially when you're wearing this uniform."
I'm in full uniform today. Morrison required it for the meeting. And judging by the bulge pressing against my stomach, Danny approves.
"We're in a police parking lot," I hiss, glancing around.
"I know." He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "Makes it hotter. Knowing I could bend you over that patrol car right now and fuck you where anyone could see."
Heat floods through me. "Danny—"
"Tonight," he promises. "Tonight, I'm going to fuck you in that uniform. Leave it on while I pound into you. Make you scream my name while you're wearing that badge."
My pussy is already throbbing. "That's so wrong."
"Wrong never felt so right though, did it?" He releases me with a final squeeze. "Come on. Let's get out of here before I actually do bend you over that car."
As I watch him mount his bike, leather vest stretched across his shoulders, bruised knuckles gripping the handlebars, I can't help but smile.
A month ago, I thought my career was over. Thought I'd lost everything by standing up to Hayes. Instead, I gained everything. Justice. Validation. And a man who loves me fiercely despite hating everything my badge represents.
Life is fucking weird sometimes.
But I wouldn't change a single thing.