Epilogue

EPILOGUE

PREZ

The music inside the clubhouse thuds loudly, making it hard to think. That’s why I’ve retreated to my own cabin. The term “cabin” makes it sound rustic, and mine is far from that. I built it with my own two hands and am damn proud of myself. I had help, but the entire concept was mine. It has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a lounge. I even installed a huge flat screen in the lounge area because I do like to chill some of the time.

That’s not why I’m here now, though. I move through my place and head out the back door. Keeping the cabin to my back, I move down the path leading toward the bunker. When I first heard the scuttlebutt about Rossi's bunker, it sparked the idea of building one for the club. Ours is not as large as Rossi’s, but it’s big enough for our purposes—storing contraband.

I key in the eight-digit code, and the door clicks open. Pushing the door slightly ajar, I listen for a moment before descending the steps and entering the single room. On one side, a few shelves hold the packages we retrieved from Jude’s container. I hadn’t given them much thought until Rossi mentioned cash, which made me wonder where the fuck Jude could have hidden it. The thought just occurred to me that maybe he stashed it with everything else.

Covering part of the table with a sheet of plastic, I grab a mask to cover my mouth and nose. After retrieving one of the packages, I flick open my pocketknife and slice into it. Powder pours out, revealing another package hidden in the middle. I grin to myself. I’ve found the cash.

A faint noise catches my attention, and my head shoots toward the doorway.

Surprise flickers through me as I see the young beauty standing there in a provocative pose. Her hands are empty, which is where I always check first. My gaze then moves to the tips of her heeled black boots and slowly travels upward.

Fuck me!

Her legs are endless and disappear under a tiny skirt. My cock twitches behind my zipper and floods with blood when I notice her hard nipples poking through her tee. It’s cold outside now. I’m sure that’s the reason her tits are causing a distraction. When my eyes land on her face, I see a furious blush along her cheekbones. What I wouldn’t give to have my face between her tits while she squeezes the life out of my dick buried in her wet cunt. My cock certainly agrees with that assessment.

Then she opens her mouth, shattering the moment. “My name is Quincy Miller. Where is my sister?”

THE END