The love of my life.
“What are you doing over here all alone?” she asked, smiling up at me.
Pulling her toward me, I wrapped my arms around her and said, “Look at them, Bailey. Look at how happy they all are. We did that.”
She chuckled. “I didn’t do shit.”
Squeezing her tighter, I growled, “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. They seem pleased with themselves. So, what’s next for your Merry Band of Misfits now that the last brother has finally met his match?”
Taking a deep breath, I said, “Get the next generation ready, I guess.”
“You mean try to keep Cameron alive?”
I chuckled. “Well, that too.”
“I would wish you luck with him, but I don’t think luck is gonna cut it.” Bailey’s eyes twinkled as she looked up at me. “You know, I never thought we’d get here. I mean, look at them. Who would have thought?”
I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we? Through all the chaos, the battles, the loss... we’ve built something strong.”
She smiled, a touch of sadness in her eyes. “It hasn’t been easy, but it’s worth it. They’re worth it.”
I kissed her forehead gently. “You’re worth it, Cupcake. Every struggle, every sacrifice.”
She sighed softly, resting her head on my chest. “So, what do we do now?”
I looked out at the gathering, the laughter and joy filling the air. “We keep fighting, keep building. For them, for us. And we make sure the next generation is ready for whatever comes next.”
Bailey’s grip tightened around me. “And maybe, just maybe, we find a moment to breathe ourselves.”
I chuckled, kissing her again. “Yeah, we deserve that, too.”
The celebration continued late into the night, with stories being shared, drinks being raised, and promises being made. The Sons of Hell Motorcycle Club had come a long way from our humble beginnings, and tonight, we stood stronger than ever.
Together, we stood amidst the celebration, knowing that while the journey ahead might be daunting, we were ready to face it together. Because nothing was impossible when surrounded by family.
Twenty-One Years Later
King
Rosewood, Virginia...
Drumming my fingers along the smooth polished wood before me, I waited impatiently. I should have known better. That little shit was never on time for anything. He was going to be late for his own funeral. I should know, because when his ass got here, I was going to kill him.
Sighing, I looked at the ceiling and frowned.
Fuck, I needed to get the brothers in here to repaint again.
My youngest brother Pyro sat across from me, working on another damn crossword puzzle as he chewed gum. Gone were the days he played games on his phone, now replaced with crossword puzzles his wife got him hooked on.
However, the constant pop of his gum still aggravated me to no end.
A lot of things had annoyed me lately. I knew why. I just wasn’t ready to admit it.
Okay, so I wasn’t completely positive he was ready.
Or maybe it was because I wasn’t ready.
