Epilogue

EPILOGUE

AELLA

Two Years Later

T he world slides past as I grip onto Miles. Brax rides beside us as we move down the winding roads toward home. The job is done, and the company we'd gone against agreed to stand down and release internal documents that they'd been using humans as guinea pigs in a chemical scandal.

In pain of dying, of course, but that's all semantics.

I've been a full-fledged Cobra for years, but each job differs. The Jackals have stuck to their word, and even though my dad never confirmed he would, he stopped smuggling drugs for the club.

Miles and Braxton have slowly seen their mother again, and I've been beside them every step of the way as they struggled with a lot of the admissions she'd had for them .

Like how she snuck away right after the school bus peeled away that day.

We three have gotten closer as the years have gone by, and even though the rest of the world might think what we have is strange, no one around us even bats an eyelash in our direction.

It's likely because Sully would shoot them immediately, but still… Semantics.

We pull into the compound, we spy bikes and vehicles everywhere.

"Fucking Kylo," Miles grumbles.

Our case had gone longer than expected, and we were exhausted, but with a club full of members and friends, we'll all be expected to show face for a few beers before turning in.

Brax gets off his bike, removes his helmet, and glances over at me, winking once before motioning for me to come to him. I get off the bike with Miles's help and remove my helmet they had custom-made for me.

I make a show of sauntering over. He captures me around my waist and tugs me close when I'm in range of his arms, kissing my lips hard, tongue slipping past my lips' defenses and rendering me under his spell.

"Brax," I breathe, hovering over his lips as he pulls away breathlessly.

"Behave, Bambi, we've got a party to attend, after all."

I shake my head, biting my lip as I tug away from him and intertwine my fingers with Miles's as he leads us into the clubhouse.

Beers raise in our direction upon entry, and we move through the room, greeting everyone before dropping onto our couch in the corner.

Brax plops down next to me, boxing me in between them and handing us each a beer.

Where he used to hide away, he's now getting better at showing face and being a part of these things. Usually, not for as long as Miles or I stay, but it's something.

Each of them rests a hand on one of my thighs, and I beam at the attention as I scan the room.

My life is wholly different from two years ago. I would have never thought I'd be where I am today, even after being kidnapped.

But things have a way of weaving together; fate holds the needle if you let it. The three of us had.

"Hey, girl!" Whitney says, approaching and slurring her words.

Kylo's eyes watch her ass jiggle with each step, and I can't help but laugh.

"Hey! How are you?" I ask, standing and shoving off the alpha male holds the men had on my legs.

"Great! Want to go to the bathroom with me and talk mad shit about the tramps some Cobras brought tonight?"

I snicker, sipping from my beer as I look over my shoulder at Brax and Miles, who have since moved closer to one another. "I'll be back. I have girl business to attend to."

"Go easy on them, guys," Brax answers.

Miles shakes his head. "Don't cause any trouble, please? "

I fake a look of offense. "We didn't start that fire. That was an accident," I tell him.

Whitney laughs. "Yeah, we're fucking angels!"

"Fallen angels," Brax says with a scoff.

I wander off with Whitney, laughing as she points out this girl who had convinced a Cobra to bring her to the clubhouse tonight for the party.

My heart and soul are fuller than I ever thought they'd be.

Who would have thought it would take getting kidnapped and held hostage by two vigilante motorcycle club members to make me the happiest I'll ever be in life?

Certainly not me.

The End.