Epilogue
ALICE
Why does Levi tossing the gun on the floor startle me more than the gunshot itself?
“Sorry.” His eyes find mine.
I bite my lip. His eyes stare with certainty. The same kind I saw all those years ago when we first met at the frat party. Ocean-blue eyes consistent on mine. Lips slightly parted, entranced, as if lost for words. My heart clenches as I look into his eyes. Time stands still. It’s three years ago again, and I feel my younger self come alive. Love isn’t what I felt that night. It was belonging.
There will always be a place in my heart for him.
I’m not in love with him, but love is an emotion I’ll always feel toward him no matter what, kidnapping aside.
Because younger me needed him.
Without him, I wouldn’t know what love is.
Wouldn’t know the difference between love and being in love.
I turn to Vlad on the floor. Even in death, something about those eyes feels just as haunting.
I look up. Catch Brander’s eyes. They hold a question— “Are you okay?”
I nod.
Vlad is dead. Relief should swim through me, but it doesn’t.
His men still live.
Gunshots echo through the room, rippling through my nervous system. Fuck. I scurry to the back wall and press my back up against it, the concrete cool against my practically naked back that drips with sweat.
Daddy still slumps over on the floor, and his pained eyes find mine.
“Everybody stop!” Since when did Levi have a voice capable of silencing an entire room? “Say cheese to the camera.” He walks into the center of the room, arm extending to the ceiling.
I don’t see it at first—the flashing red light that’s been recording this entire time.
“What’s wrong? You’re supposed to smile.”
Vlad’s men take one hesitant look up at the ceiling and all flood out of the room, cursing in Russian or something.
Their footsteps echo up the stairs, eventually dwindling away to nothing.
I step away from the wall, careful not to get too close to the dead bodies. Many cover the ground. More than I initially thought now that the room has cleared out. Pools of blood collect on the floor. One man reaches a hand above his head, fingers stretching to reach a knife he can’t quite get. He gives up with a groan.
Lifesaver moves closer to Levi. “You were recording this whole thing?”
“I hoped that one of you was gonna kill Peter,” he says. “To be honest, I thought you would. Killing the guy would solve all your problems with Alice and all. I could’ve edited the recording, shown the video evidence of you murdering Peter to the cops, and then broken the Venom Vultures up. Pretty impressive. Might’ve even wowed Vlad. Shown him what I’m capable of and made him more likely to consider me as a hacker.”
I watch his eyes, expecting them to turn regretful, but they don’t.
He sacrificed his future for…what?
I smooth a hand over my stomach. It’s still flat, but the thought of a tiny human growing inside excites me. With Vlad dead, danger doesn’t lurk around the corner anymore. Blood is on Levi’s hands—not any of ours, so the Russians will be on Levi’s back if they wish to take revenge.
“I know what it’s like to grow up with one parent.” Levi bites his lip. “Your baby needs a father, Alice, or in your case three. ” He looks at the three bikers. “If one of you three pulled the trigger, Vlad’s men would’ve made sure that you ended up in prison. A man can’t father a child behind bars.” Levi flicks his gaze to the floor to stare at his boss’ lifeless body, then looks up at me. “I’ll always love you, Alice. Killing Vlad was the only way. He wouldn’t have stopped. Not until you were all dead.” Something feathers in his jaw as he deepens his gaze. I’ve never seen his eyes hold this much emotion before. “I’m sorry that I put you through?—”
“Levi Washington,” echoes a voice down the staircase.
Two bodies appear moments later, stepping into the half light wearing beige uniforms and serious faces.
They flash badges.
I make out the engraving.
Federal Bureau.
Department of Justice.
Fuck.
The FBI?
The tall one yanks Levi’s hands behind his back before I have time to intervene.
“NO!” The word explodes out of my mouth.
I reach forward but bounce back, the second officer tearing me away. “Stay out of this please, miss.”
“He didn’t do anything—Vlad is the leader of the Bratva-Vegas syndicate!” I say.
“Vladimir Petrov is the club owner of Ursula and Hook,” says the officer who still won’t free me from his fucking tight grasp.
I yank again.
Daddy steps up. “My daughter speaks the truth. Let the boy go.”
“Sorry, Peter.” The officer loosens his grip and turns around to face my father. “It’s the law. Homicide is homicide. See this as a blessing.” He winks. “It saves you a job, doesn’t it?”
“No.” Daddy’s eyes harden. “This is all wrong. Levi saved our lives.”
“Maybe you guys don’t think this far ahead,” Lifesaver says, “but this young man has prevented countless deaths that Vlad probably had lined up. Bratva leaders don’t benefit the ecosystem. Come on. Use your brain.”
The tall officer once-overs Lifesaver. “Outlaw motorcyclists don’t contribute positively to the ecosystem either.”
Click! go the pair of handcuffs around Levi’s wrists.
I shut my eyes.
This isn’t happening.
“Alright, time to go,” says the smaller officer.
Together, they sandwich Levi, each taking a wrist as they begin to escort him up the first flight of stairs. “The rest of you stay out of trouble unless you want to join him.”
Tears obscure my vision, breath shallowing. Six hands wrap around my body, each one doing their best to soothe me, but the first boy to set me off on my own path is being escorted to prison for murder . He cheated and kidnapped and committed all sorts of criminal acts, but watching him leave feels like a farewell to my younger self. I see her receding into the horizon, except the sky is black and dingy, and decorated, not with shades of orange, but giant FBI logos.
I set off upstairs after them.
Bright lights fill the main room, and flashing blue lights outside send dancing projections into the club.
“WAIT!” I run after them.
The tall one turns around.
“How do you know that he?—?”
“Did it? We received video evidence a few minutes ago.”
I extend my gaze to Levi. He shakes his head.
Russians. One of them must’ve retrieved the data and sent it in.
“Don’t worry about it, Alice,” Levi says. “Good luck with the pregnancy.”
The officers tug again, propelling him forward.
Guests crowd the room, strippers too.
Tears obscure my vision.
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” Lifesaver’s arm curls around me.
“Yeah.” Brander’s voice somehow undoes a knot in my shoulder. “Time to go home.”
One good thing has come out of Levi’s arrest—my boys.
All three of them still live.
I jump off Lifesaver’s Harley and shake out my hair. Shades of red and orange streak across the sky, morning fast approaching. A wink of light rises in a distant valley, silhouetting the surrounding mountains as dawn breaks. I shield my eyes. Look out into the desert.
A hand snakes around my waist, warm skin meeting mine as the coverup blows up in the wind. Match tied this silk nightgown thing around me as we exited the club. He told me not to undo it, but now his hands loosen the knotted belt from around my waist, exposing even more bare skin until the garment drops to the ground.
“He’s a good guy,” Brander says. “Levi.”
“Those are four words I never thought you’d say,” chuckles Lifesaver. “But it’s true.”
I snort, still facing the desert. “You’re only saying that because he’s behind bars for the rest of his life.”
“Yeah.” Match sniffs a laugh. “True. The guy’s still in love with you, but he can’t do shit about it from a prison cell. Us, on the other hand…” His comforting hands loop around my waist, one traveling north to meet the swell of my breast. “There’s a lot of things we wanna do to you to show you how much we love you.”
The word stops me in my tracks.
This is the first time Match is admitting his love.
Feeling a heat burn between my legs, I stick out my lips and turn away from the desert to face them. “Is that so? Like what?”
Snap! Brander breaks the two pieces of string that hold together the red bra. It falls to the sand, and the wind reaches my nipples. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before—outdoor air on my exposed breasts.
God, it feels so good.
Wetness leaks out of my pussy.
I moan when Match grabs my breast. Hard.
“Shall we go inside, darling?” Brander sticks his hand into his pocket, keys jingling.
I narrow my eyes. Return my gaze to the desert. It’s so early in the morning that people are probably still sleeping. Nobody drives down this road, even during the day—it leads nowhere but more desert.
The thought of letting all three of them fuck me right here in the great open burns my pussy.
Reaching down between my legs, I remove the fabric and let the wind carry it wherever it pleases.
“Sweetness—”
“Fuck me. Out here. All three of you at the same time. Please.” I wander over to the nearest Harley and bend over, exposing both holes to the three loves of my life behind me.
I glance at the rearview mirror and see them all staring between my legs. God, they’re so painfully beautiful. I love their eyes even when they’re not looking at me, so having all six of them stare at my most intimate area makes my pulse throb. It beats thick in my throat, reverberating around my body. A gust of wind blows across the desert, and the open air on my pussy sends another tingling sensation down my spine.
“All three?” Lifesaver steps forward and strokes a finger up my pussy. “Gods, sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet.”
“Let me feel.” I watch Match step forward next. His finger joins Lifesaver’s, and then a moan ripples out of his open mouth. “Oh, fuck. We could just slide right in.”
It’s not long before all three of their fingers circle my pussy, each one moving in a different direction to stimulate me in various ways.
Sweat beads down my forehead.
I can’t hold back the moans anymore.
Let them ripple out into the desert.
“Oh my god.” I grab the bike handle, cheek pressed into the seat. “I need all three of you inside.”
Watching their faces in the rearview mirror doubles my arousal even more. “Please. You’re gonna make me come if you carry on like this, and I don’t want to yet.”
“Have you been wearing the butt plug for us, darling?” Brander’s finger slides to my second hole. Gently, he rubs the area. “You have, haven’t you?”
An “uh-huh,” is all I can manage. The arousal has rendered me speechless. I’m as good as a fucking rag doll, legs splayed over the back of the bike seat. Ass pointing toward the sky.
Slap!
Lifesaver spanks my ass cheek, then dips his head to plant a kiss to each one.
“I want to be buried between these beautiful globes” His hands squeeze each one. “Is that okay, sweetheart? Are you sure you want all of us at the same time?”
Is he fucking kidding?
It’s like my life has been leading up to this one experience.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I arch my back even more. I blame this kinky shit on pregnancy hormones. They warn you in books and in TV shows, but nothing prepares you for the real thing. “One of you get up here. My mouth has been without one of your dicks for far too long.”
Match’s reflection leaves the rearview mirror. He joins me at the bike. Multiple buckles ring at once as all three of them release themselves from their pants. Their dicks shine golden in the morning light. Life doesn’t get better than this.
Except it does, because I’m having their baby.
I open my mouth and receive Match. His dick fits perfectly into my mouth, and I pepper kisses along his length when my jaw aches and needs a short rest.
Next, Brander thrusts into my pussy.
My entire fucking soul parts around his length.
After one deep thrust, he begins to slide in and out, the satisfying drag of him against my walls almost knocking me unconscious. I grab the motorcycle handle again, and squeeze my other hand around Match’s.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Lifesaver says. I force my eyes back up to the rearview mirror because I don’t want to miss this. “I’m gonna take it nice and slow. Brander, let’s both go at the same pace. It’ll make it more pleasurable for her.”
Lifesaver taps the tip of his cock against my second hole.
Then he’s leaning down.
Spitting onto the area.
The sensation flips something inside of my stomach when he begins to rub the area.
He strokes his dick for a few moments, then throws a leg up over the motorcycle so he can reach my ass with Brander still inside me.
Then, slowly, he begins to enter.
“Good girl.” Match’s second hand strokes the back of my head. “You’re doing so well, sweetness.”
“Look at you.” Arousal fogs Brander’s eyes so much they almost look black. “So wet and open for us.” He withdraws his dick for a moment to rub his hand along my pussy, thumb fluttering against my clit, then bring his fingers to his mouth. “You taste better than cake.”
I watch Lifesaver’s reflection. He palms each one of my cheeks, angled slightly away to create momentum as he begins to thrust.
“How’s that?”
I shuffle, the feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The butt plug is nothing compared to the size of Lifesaver’s dick, but somehow I feel my walls stretch around him. It’s like my body wants him to enter.
Somehow, the unfamiliarity of it all increases my arousal.
“Wow, Alice,” Brander moans as he reinserts himself into me. “You’re even wetter than before.”
I close my mouth around Match’s dick and continue to suck. It starts to twitch.
“I’m gonna come, sweetness. Let me do it all over your breasts.”
He takes his dick from my mouth and spreads his seed all over my chest. When he’s done, he joins the other two on the other side of the motorcycle.
And his jaw drops open.
“Oh, Alice, sweetness…” The words die in his mouth. “Oh. You’re gonna get me all riled up again.” That’s when he slips out his phone. “Your ass and pussy look so good. Do you mind if I record?”
Just when I thought I couldn’t be even more fucking aroused.
“God, yes.”
Adding a phone into the mix shifts me even closer to orgasm. Brander and Lifesaver pump in and out of me at the exact same time. My stomach flips in the best way possible.
This is the closest I’ve ever felt to them.
Ever.
“Alice, sweetheart,” moans Lifesaver. “I can’t last much longer at this pace.”
“Neither can I,” huffs Brander. He grits his teeth.
I could come from the sight of them alone.
I dunno how I’ve held on this long.
I arch my back as far as it can go, and receive a spank from Match.
Holy shit. His dick is back up again.
I face the desert. Color starts to seep into the mountains, the sky more light now than it is dark. I grip the handlebars, shove my ass back into the boys’ dicks, and revel in the sweet pleasure that crashes over me, more intense than a hurricane. Waves of ecstasy ripple through my body, spreading into every single cell.
I feel revived.
Alive again.
They withdraw their dicks, and I flop over the motorcycle, exhausted.
A smile crawls onto my face.
The start of the rest of my life begins here.
The End