Epilogue

ESTEBAN

" You're sure those bastards are fine with this?" I asked, walking alongside Rita as we headed into the school.

She'd tried to get me in a school uniform. Not the student's version, but dress pants, dress shirt, and a sweater vest with the school emblem on the breast.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

I crossed my arms and stood my ground while Matías laughed in the background. He'd traded his jeans and Tee for a suit today, but he was used to this shit. He'd practically grown up in one.

I hated how the shirts choked me and I was teaching a shop class anyway. Every single piece of clothing would be stained with grease at the end of the day.

She'd relented with a dark glint in her eyes.

I squinted at her. The little witch didn't actually care what I wore, she just wanted to fuck with me .

"Are you ever going to stop calling them that?" she sighed.

Nope. "Why? Do you think they're offended?"

Cutting a quick look at me before nodding to the guard opening the gate, she said, "No. But it's rude to call our business partners bastards."

"They are bastards. They call each other bastards all the time. It's a term of endearment at this point."

Rita waved at a group of girls on the playground. They'd installed it last month, but it was more of a deadly obstacle course than an actual playground. Her and Amorette were adamant that everything available to the girls served as some kind of lesson.

"From each other. Not you."

I laughed. Last night, I'd played pool with all of them, Matías included, at one of our clubs. Next week we were going to catch Grey's fight. "I'm practically one of the guys at this point."

Pink suffused her cheeks. Not embarrassment or desire, but the way her face softened when she was happy. "I know."

Matías had changed over the last few months since he was voted in and we cleaned up all that shit with Joel. It was everything Rita wanted for him.

I hated to admit it, but he wasn't as bad as I thought he was. He was just a little more sensitive than he let on. A little more self-sacrificing than was healthy. But since we started this little trio, he seemed to lose some of that.

We'd keep plucking away at him until he was just as selfish with his own wants as he was with ours. In fact, I had a little surprise for him later.

"Ms. Aguilar!" Molly, the scrapper I'd met the first time here, grinned as she ran up. She didn't hug Rita like she usually did, but she was bouncing with so much energy, she was practically vibrating. "I'm ready! I did all the homework Mr. Esteban gave us last time." Her gaze slid to me as her face stained red.

Now, that was from a crush.

I grinned and winked at her.

She tried to bite her lip to stop her smile from spreading wider but she couldn't contain it.

Rita chuckled. She thought it was cute, even if she got annoyed that I charmed them so much. I was a fun guy. I couldn't smile and toss winks out to everyone but little girls. That would make me an asshole.

"You'll pass the quiz?" Rita gave her a stern, yet affectionate look.

Twice a month, Matías and I had been teaching workshops. Today, I was teaching the girls how to hotwire a car, and they had to pass a quiz at the door before they could enter.

Matías was teaching the oldest girls how to tell the good wines from the poor and how to order like old money. Something that was natural to his fancy-ass upbringing, but boring as hell to the girls.

I was the favorite and I couldn't pass up a chance at rubbing it in his face.

The bastards had even started running workshops.

Parker taught art history, bringing in stolen art from his heists for giggles. Grey taught offensive fighting. Lafe, as much as he hated the drug business, taught them how to tell legit drugs from knockoffs. He didn't approve, but at the same time, he knew it was invaluable information. Not so much to prevent the girls from being drugged, but to help them drug others. His class paired nicely with the poisons class.

Then Andre ran a class on building a spy network .

The girls loved that.

In fact, the classes were such a hit, we had a special set of workshops next month. A week-long group of intensive zooms from some contacts of the bastards.

A hacker, an ex-FBI agent–I was dying to know how he was hooked up with this group, a chef, and for lack of a better term, a serial killer. The kicker was, Rita said the serial killer was a woman.

I might sit in on that course and see what she had to teach.

And the one from the chef. Rita said he was also covering crime scene cleanup.

The day flew by, and the girls ate up the class like a treat. Molly was the best and most naturally inclined, but I never doubted she would be. She was Rita's favorite for a reason.

Rita texted me, letting me know she'd gone home early and her and Matías would see me there.

I took my bike, and headed straight to Matías' Goliath of a house. Our house now according to him.

We'd also started training some of our men for security work so they could provide as efficient of a detail as the bastards' guys.

I acknowledged the two men who were visible from the front door, and punched my code in. Toeing off my shoes, I called, "Honey, I'm home!"

"In here!" Rita called.

Making my way to Matías' office, I pulled off my T-shirt. If I played my cards right, flexed my abs just right, then I could talk Rita into an early dessert. For me.

I came around the corner and froze.

Matías was on his knees, a hand on Rita's ankle as he licked up her calf.

Rita had her special shoes on, but only the toes were placed on Matías' shoulder. I swallowed as I let my gaze move up the rest of her body. A skintight skirt with a high slit up the thigh of the leg she rested on Matías. A tight button down blouse, with several buttons undone to show her cleavage.

Her wild curls had been slightly tamed with half pulled back into a bun. A few tendrils framed her face and black, sharp-rimmed glasses rested on the end of her nose.

"You're late." She pursed her blood-red lips.

Holy fuck, was she hot, dressed like the wettest dream of every man.

"We had to get started without you." She slapped the ruler I hadn't even noticed in her hand across her palm.

"Sorry," I muttered because I couldn't muster anything louder than that. The room intensified in heat as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.

"On your knees." She pointed her ruler to the spot next to Matías.

"Yes, Ms. Aguilar." I found my grin even though my face was burning. Shit, I was just the right height too. On my knees, I could bury my nose right in her pussy.

In just my jeans, I got down on my knees next to Matías. Her good boys waiting to do whatever she asked of us.

He didn't glance at me, keeping his gaze on Rita. Of all of us, he loved role play the best. It was such a kink for him. I didn’t even think he realized he liked it before I introduced it with a spare police outfit from one of our guys Rita had worked with Andre to get onto the force.

He was my size and I wanted to have some fun. When he found out, he'd scoffed and told me to keep it.

She shimmied her skirt up and slid onto the desk right in front of us. "Take your cocks out. I want to see them. "

Matías didn't waste any time as he freed himself, squeezing the base.

I took a slower approach, holding eye contact as I pulled down my zipper, reached inside my briefs, and pulled my cock out. She spread her legs, showing a dripping pussy.

Matías caught his breath as I groaned. No panties today. I loved these days.

With small circles, she started to pleasure herself, making sure to dip her fingers in her pussy before finding her clit again.

Precum leaked from the tip of my cock.

"No stroking," she barked, and I stopped.

"Yes, Ms. Aguilar," I murmured, still grinning, although it felt darker now.

"Matías, for being such a good boy, you get rewarded." She crooked her finger at him and he walked on his knees until his face was a breath away. "Show me how good of a boy you are."

He wasted no fucking time devouring her. Rita tossed her head back and threaded her fingers through his hair, moaning. She arched her back and the buttons threatened to pop at her tits.

"Fuck," I cursed, giving myself a tiny tug. Like she had some kind of radar, her head snapped down and she glared at me.

"Stop, Matías." He sat back, resting his hands on his thighs, and she closed her legs. "Esteban wants to be punished."

Rita stood from the desk and walked closer to me. Then her hand fisted my hair and she yanked my head back. "You want that, don't you?"

"No, Ms. Aguilar. I just want to come." The grin faded from my lips as I stared up at her. She was so fucking beautiful. More now that she was mine than before when I watched her from afar.

It wasn't a trick of the mind either. She had been distant, sad, or downright angry.

Now that Matías and I broke our backs to make her happy, there was a glow about her that drew the eye.

She pushed my shoulders until I fell back on the floor with an oomph. My head narrowly missed the table behind me. Dropping the ruler still in her hand, Rita climbed over me, grabbed my cock, lined me up, and sank down hard .

"Matías, secure his hands and feet."

He moved to obey.

I twisted to see him by my head, pulling cuffs from the legs. Rita pinched my jaw and yanked my face back to hers, gripping me so tightly as she rose up slowly, then slammed back down. I groaned, thrusting my hips up, but she rose completely off of me until my wet cock slapped my stomach.

"Hm..None of that. This is a punishment." Then a devilish smirk took over her lips. It was so tauntingly sexy, I tried to rise up and kiss it off her face. "Matías. Line him up for me?"

Then a warm hand gripped me and I sucked in a sharp breath. Matías stroked once, then twice before sliding my head along Rita’s slit. Rocking my hips, I bit my lip. This was fucking hot as hell.

Then Rita notched herself on the head and slammed back down.

My back bowed. Matías fucking shocked me, and he chuckled behind Rita like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

My wrists and ankles were secured and Rita was randomly fucking my brains out. Not enough to make me come but she was damn close. Every time I started to throb she'd get off completely and Matías would bend her forward to eat her while they waited for my breathing to even out.

Her little gasps against my skin and nails digging into my shoulder while I couldn’t do anything about it was pure torture.

Sweat poured from my head. It felt like it was a hundred degrees in here.

"Have you learned your lesson?" She glared down her nose at me as perspiration shone on her face as well. Some of her hair was even starting to stick to her face.

"No, hell no. Teach me some more," I gasped as she cupped my balls.

"Brave," Matías muttered as he got something from his desk drawer. A cap flipped open and the sound of liquid squeezing out followed.

Lube.

Excitement shot straight to my balls.

Rita lowered herself back down as she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned it. Then she tossed it to the side.

Matías knelt behind her, cupping her tits before pulling them out of their cups. Then he massaged one and used his other hand to push her forward until her nipples brushed my chest.

She clenched around me and I shivered. I was so fucking close to coming. I'd last one stroke from Matías, damn it.

Pressing her lips to mine, she breathed me in as Matías sorted himself out. I knew the exact moment he started to push inside her. I could feel it through the thin barrier of skin separating us. The backs of his fingers dug into me from where he gripped Rita’s hips.

He took her slow, working himself into her with a patience that was ripping me apart. Both Rita and I were gasping and grunting, making small cries. She was so full of us, and I was right there .

He bottomed out and she relaxed on top of me. Out of nowhere, he shifted his knees between my thighs, then pinned them down with his shins as close to my groin as he could get with Rita on top of me.

But as Matías pulled himself out almost all the way, I pulsed as I felt the first spurt of cum.

"No, no, not yet," I griped.

"He's coming," Rita cried out as her nails dug into my shoulders and she pushed her hips down as hard as she could.

"Fuck, you assholes!" I bellowed, as I tried to move my hips and couldn't. I couldn't buck, or thrust, or even lift my ass off the ground.

Matías laughed as he started fucking Rita's ass with so much force, she was a sobbing mess of pleasure. I emptied everything I had inside of Rita as she orgasmed, and that asshole didn't stop.

He kept going. Kept fucking her with a single-minded devotion, sawing against me, moving Rita up and down my still hard cock.

"Fuck," I groaned as one more ribbon of cum escaped my raw as hell cock while I shivered.

Rita went limp from pleasure on top of me as Matías lost his rhythm, thrusting harder before he slammed into her one last time on a fucking sigh.

A fucking sigh.

While I had lost my mind in the most erotic torture ever .

RITA

I called a meeting for my leadership. We'd restructured things around here. Not that Papá's way didn't work, but things needed to change.

Moving to how Carnage Industries operated, we now had divisions. Leadership for each business that made sure profits rolled in. Then we had the gang. It operated separately. We still partied, we still went on rides, caused trouble. But we made sure there was plenty of separation between our families and the businesses.

That was one difference between us and Amorette's businesses.

They had employees, and we had a family.

Ricco and Manny were my official seconds in command. Esteban and Matías were my unofficial seconds, but we were more of a unit, and the Dirty Dogs accepted that.

Jonny and Rio were third, and then there was everyone else.

Their purposes were to squash fights, pick up slack if there was any, and organize our response to threats if there were any . However, since we put ourselves back together again, there had been no whispers of any kind of trouble.

It seemed like the Dirty Dogs and Carnage Industries had created such an alliance that everyone was too afraid to test it.

Good. I liked life on the low key side.

There hadn't been any signs of the new club either. It seemed like Due had told the truth. Except for the few who died on the brother’s property, he actually wiped the rest of the club. Although they had been new, so I wasn't sure that was the feat he would have wanted it to be.

For those Dirty Dogs who had a little too much pent up aggression, Grey opened the roster and they started fighting every third Saturday at his hotel. Sometimes against each other, sometimes against outside fighters.

"Morning, boys." My heels clacked against the concrete as I made my way to the table. Today, we'd be discussing a new order, but it wouldn't be a vote. Not really. Yanking the Dirty Dogs into the future was what I did best.

If they wanted to fight about it? They could challenge Esteban and Matías in the ring. Which was a win-win for me. They hadn’t lost a fight yet and I'd never been hotter in my life than watching them beat the shit out of my adversaries. Although, it was all done in good-natured fun and once the fight was over, so was their anger.

"I have a change coming. I wanted you to be aware first."

"And what's that?" Ricco asked hesitantly. After a month of seeing I wasn't going to run the Dirty Dogs into the ground and that I was actually good at this shit, he became his old self again. Except, he recognized when I was up to something that wouldn't go over well.

"We're welcoming women into the Dirty Dogs. I have a few in mind, and Amorette and I have already talked about a venture between us and Carnage Industries that will be crazy lucrative. A shared unit that bridges our…affiliations."

Ricco blanched as Manny stared at the table. "I'm surprised it took this long."

I laughed, and the sound was bright, even to my ears.

"That's right. The Dirty Dogs is now a co-ed gang. Not that it wasn't before," with me here, "but we're broadening our horizons. ”

MATīAS

"You're serious?" I peeked at the front gates of the compound.

There was a shiny new bike sitting out front. I knew how to ride. But it had been over a decade and I only learned because my father had arranged lessons on how to drive everything. Cars, boats, planes, choppers. If it had an engine, I learned it.

"You can't be a Dirty Dog and not have a fucking bike." Esteban walked around it, wiping the chrome with a cloth.

"I have a very nice SUV."

He gave me a droll look. "That’s what an old man drives. You have to fit in or we're kicking you out. It was in the fine print of the acceptance."

The click-clack of heels signaled Rita coming and I turned to find her.

A dream, just like she always was, carrying a black leather jacket. "You can't ride without protection." She tossed it to me.

I caught it and held it up. It was smooth, buttery leather, and a Dirty Dog patch taking up the entire back.

Shit. My throat closed up. It was just now starting to cool off enough to need a jacket, even if I’d burn up in leather.

But riding, Rita was right, I would need protection.

"Fine," I said, but I wasn't angry. I was...Fuck, I was touched. After I had it on, I circled my arm around Rita's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. "I love you." I let out a breath through my nose. I wished this had been the first time I told her. Or anytime after the first. But I also wouldn't change a goddamned thing.

"I love you too." She held my sides and peered up at me through her lashes .

Esteban walked over. "And I love you both," he snickered. He did that. Told me he loved me when he told Rita. I hadn't said it back, and he seemed to be getting more and more aggressive in trying to pull it out of me.

I never realized before, but underneath his silly charm was a cinnamon roll.

Rita tipped up her face and pursed her lips. He didn't let the opportunity pass by and dropped a kiss to her mouth.

"There's a surprise outside the gates waiting for you." He motioned to where the bike was.

Was this a trap? It felt like one.

"I'm not joking. Go check it out."

Releasing Rita, I walked toward the bike. Both were right on my heels.

As soon as I passed through, I froze.

There were my brothers. All four of them were on their own bikes. Waiting.

Parker raised an eyebrow, Grey smirked, Lafe shook his head in exasperation before gazing back at Amorette who stood there with Cossette on her hip. Lastly, Andre was swinging his leg over his bike with impatience.

Something told me these were all loaners from the Dirty Dogs.

"We have a job and it's going to take all of us," Andre said as Amorette walked our way.

"You're going with them," Rita whispered as she pressed into my side. “Amorette and Cossette are staying here with me. You'll get a little over twenty-four hours with your brothers. Consider it a brotherly bonding trip. And just think, there will be no wars or enemies to fight."

"There will be fighting," Grey cut in.

Rita scoffed. "Fine. But this is a fun family trip. Enjoy. "

Esteban clapped me on the back and the girls headed inside. "You need me to give you a tutorial?"

"Fuck off," I growled.

He laughed, tossed the cloth on his shoulder and headed in.

My brothers had brought a whole contingent of men who had somehow stayed out of sight of the gates.

"To protect the girls while we're gone," Lafe answered my unspoken question.

"Dear brother, are you going to stand there looking pretty all day, or are we going on a joy ride?"

"Why are you all on bikes?" That was what I decided to ask?

Parker laughed. "Because Rita asked us to. She said you wanted to hang out, so we organized a trip. We're just mixing a little work with pleasure."

"Right." I threw my leg over my bike, grinning like an idiot. "Let's go."

And then Andre led the way as Parker and Lafe were next, side by side, and me and Grey last.

Except we didn't hit the highway. He took us on a scenic tour before bringing us back toward the compound. He pulled off on a street right before we were back where we started.

A garage opened, and we all rode in.

The outside of the building was a mess like all the others in this area but the inside was as high tech as anything the brothers owned.

We turned off our bikes and I took off my helmet.

"What are we doing?"

Parker rolled his eyes and Lafe smiled.

"Amorette actually thinks all four of us would leave her to go on a brotherly bonding trip," Grey scoffed. "We'll bond just fine right here behind the compound and be close by in case they need us."

I laughed. Esteban was there, but this was just like them.

"Who's going on the business trip?"

"José and some of our other men." Andre climbed off his bike. "Come on. There's a full bar and we can show you everything we've done. You three can use this anytime you want a break from the compound."

If we needed a break, we'd go farther than a few buildings over, but this was nice to hang out with them. And the girls could feel like they had their independence.

Parker looped his arm around my neck as we walked inside.

"Now, tell us...How's everything going in your threesome?"

Fuck, I didn't know what normal brothers talked about, but surely it wasn't this.