Epilogue
Ivy
Two Months Later . . .
Sitting on the bed in mine and Reaper’s room, I scroll through Facebook while I wait for him to finish in church. We’re supposed to be going out for a bit after he finishes up. So much has changed in the months since I first met Reaper.
He’s gone from being a complete asshole who scared the hell out of me to becoming the most wonderful man ever. Sure he is still an asshole, but never toward me. I feel for those who have to meet Reaper’s wrath. It’s not pleasant.
Reaper finally confided in me after the night the club surprised me with the Jeeps and my property patch, and my engagement ring.
He told me about my uncle being dead and what he’d confessed beforehand.
I honestly am glad the man is dead. However, what he said shocked me.
I didn’t remember a thing about my mom giving me meds to make me drowsy and sleep while she carried on her affair with my uncle.
Shaking my head, I clear my head. I don’t like thinking of my mom.
She’s not someone I want to give attention to when I can give it elsewhere, like to the baby who is resting in my womb.
We find out in a few weeks what we’re having, and I’m excited.
I don’t care if the baby is a boy or girl as long as he or she comes out safely.
I just hope by then we can move back into my house.
We let Sutton move into our house while she’s house hunting. She needed a place to stay after her apartment building was condemned.
My phone rings in my hand, and a grin forms on my lips. “Speak of the devil,” I giggle and answer. “Are you calling to tell me you found a house already?” I joke.
“I don’t think your little friend is in any shape to be doing any house hunting, Ivy,” a voice I haven’t heard in nearly twenty-some years says through the line.
My mother.
What is she doing calling me from Sutton’s phone? Better yet, why is she saying Sutton isn’t in any shape to be doing any house hunting?
“Where’s Sutton?” I ask calmly and stand.
“You really should have given that money to your uncle, Ivy. I swear you are one stupid woman. I don’t see how you are my daughter. Now you’ll pay for it. You have forty-eight hours before I allow your little friend Sutton to be used as my ol’ man’s men see fit.”
“Forty-eight hours for what?” I stammer, making my way to the bedroom door.
“To get me the money. All of it. You get that money and bring it down to Round Rock. You don’t, Ivy, and you’ll regret it,” my mother sneers before hanging up on me.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I rush through the clubhouse and barge through the room Reaper and his brothers are sitting in holding church.
“What the fuck, Precious?” Reaper demands, coming out of his seat when he sees the tears in my eyes. “What happened?”
“Su–Sut–Sutton. Th–They took Sutton. I have to give them money or my …” I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head before opening them again to see all of Reaper’s brothers staring at me.
“Ivy, what are you talking about? Who took Sutton?” Tombstone asks, standing from his spot next to Angel.
“My mother, she said I have forty-eight hours to get the money to her in Round Rock, or she’ll hand Sutton over to her ol’ man and his men.
Th–That she’ll be raped.” I barely get the last sentence out before Tombstone flips, and something against the far wall shatters, and I realize he threw a bottle at the wall.
Tombstone’s nostrils flare, and he has a look on his face I’ve never seen before. “I’ll get Sutton back,” he snarls and looks to his brothers. “Sutton is mine, and I’ll be fuckin’ damned if I let anything happen to her. I’ve already lost one woman. I’m not losing another.”
Holy shit.
I didn’t see that coming.