Jalisa Epilogue One Year Later
It was unbelievable to me what had occurred over the past year.
As bad as the incident with Killer was, it led me to find the love of my life, Wrath.
Sure, we had days when we would get upset with each other and possibly yell, but it never lasted.
We didn’t go to bed mad. And I could honestly say I loved him more every day. He claimed he felt the same.
The Pagans, as a whole, were doing great.
They found and opened the tattoo shop, and Fury had already made it a success.
People were spreading the word, and The Inked Pagan had more business every week.
In addition to Fury, he had a front desk slash piercer person and another tattoo artist. To my utter amazement, some drawings I’d done for him were inked on customers.
He said that I should let him know anytime I did more. However, that might not be for a while.
When it came to their businesses, the Pagans were very protective.
Wrath told me about the distributor, Clark, who had been outed for stealing from his company’s customers and the company.
His employer fired him and then went after him legally.
His first wife divorced him and took the kids.
The other wife also divorced him. Neither had known about the other.
Both women got what they could, and the State was prosecuting him for bigamy and whatever else they could throw at him.
I bet he wished he hadn’t been greedy or messed with the Pagan Souls.
One thing that had been bugging Wrath was who had shown Clark how to hide his money the way he had.
It was done very well, and Wrath and Crusher said there was no way Clark was smart enough to do it himself.
It turned out they were right. Clark seemed to be seeing another woman the club hadn’t known about.
She was a computer person and made her living by stealing mainly from people online.
She was the one to set it all up. After he was caught, her identity was discovered when Clark threw her under the bus.
Today was a triple celebration. The first thing we were celebrating was that Dad had finally completed his year of nomadship, as we called it, with the Black Outlaws.
It had gone much better than we thought.
And the alliance or partnership or whatever you wanted to call it with them and the other MCs was better than hoped for.
Even the Hell’s Fiends had come into the mix and began to follow suit of the Outlaws to make certain aspects of their money come from honest work.
Those three months without contact had been hard on him and me, but we survived.
Slowly, over the last nine months, we’d mended our relationship.
I wouldn’t forget what he did, but I forgave him.
It was made easier by the fact his fuckup led me to Wrath.
I might’ve never met him otherwise. Psycho was back home with the Fiends.
He’d worked on earning their forgiveness, too.
They were now easing him into being a regular member, not an officer.
He admitted Shotgun was doing a good job.
The second part of the celebration was for Panther.
My two MC families had grown close over the past year.
Panther had his surgery and then underwent his rounds of radiation and chemotherapy.
He’d just finished them and was told that everything looked clear, and they’d continue monitoring him every six months.
It looked promising that he might achieve remission status.
Since he stepped down and Cougar took over as president, he could spend quality time with Tonda, Cougar, and the other brothers in between treatments.
He said it was a different world for him.
He was planning to take Tonda on a country-wide RV trip.
They wanted to see the US. I thought it was a fantastic idea.
They’d talked for years about it, but never went.
We were all thrilled that he had success.
I’d been scared so often that we might lose him. He was a beloved uncle to me.
The third reason for the celebration was across the common room with Wrath.
I smiled as I watched my husband, my old man, beaming with pride as he held and showed off his latest love.
She was only a month old but already had her daddy wrapped around her tiny finger.
Wrath and I having a daughter with a grandfather named Rage, and one called Psycho could only be named, in our opinion, Pandora.
In Greek mythology, it represents a duality of beauty and chaos.
I had no doubt she would create chaos, and Wrath swore she was beautiful like her mother.
He was walking around with her held in his large arms. She was dressed in her pink Harley onesie, baby jeans, and booties that looked like tiny leather boots.
She came out with pitch-black hair the same color as mine.
Wrath hoped that when her permanent eye color came, it would be green like mine, but I wanted his brown color.
Today, we were presenting her to all of our friends.
As I watched them, Wrath glanced over. His smile melted my heart, soaked my panties, and made me smile. He mouthed, I love you, Lil’ Lunatic. Thank you .
I winked and mouthed back, I love you, too, Wrath.
Thank you for this beautiful life . Then, I blew him a kiss.