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Tav

I t still feels weird for me to be sitting in Church. Usually Prospects aren't allowed, but I'm guessing this has something to do with my Ol Lady bringing down a religious cult, so I'm sitting around the table with my brothers. Marx invited Pixie, but she told us she had better things to do. Namely, help the Ol Ladies set up for the triple baby shower happening in the common room after Church.

"So, you'll never guess who I had in my office earlier," Marx starts, leaning back in his chair, "Sergeant Moss Davies. Would you believe that Officer Martin has been taken into custody on suspicion of murder?" Marx's eyes get comically wide as we all gasp and clutch our chests.

"Seriously? So Chewy and Pops' plan worked?" Judge says, clearly shocked.

"It seems so. Word is that Officer Martin was questioned over his involvement in the trafficking ring and the failed abduction of Lovely. He was then cut loose, and they suspect it was during this time that he met up with Hammer for a little fun. Davies says that they have little fingerprint evidence because of the massage oil on Hammer's skin, so it was lucky that they found biological evidence inside Hammer's body."

"Fucking gross," Rider mumbles.

"Maybe so, but Chewy and Pops got rid of two thorns in our side," Marx finishes.

"Are we calling in a favor from one of our contacts on the inside?" Judge asks quietly.

"No need. Officer Martin was an asshole and put a lot of guys away with little evidence. I don't think he's going to last long in prison," Marx grins as we all cheer.

Pres bangs his fist on the table to get everyone to settle down, then looks at Sniper. "Roman has handled the Cordoza Cartel."

"How?" Sniper asks quietly.

"He's cut the head off the snake, and the next three in command."

"Carlos Jr?"

"He's seven years old. His mother wants nothing to do with the cartel. If the kid ever wants to avenge his father, it'll be fucking years away, by which time Roman could well have died of old age," Marx leans forward, looking directly at Sniper across the table. "It's done."

Sniper doesn't look entirely convinced, but he nods and relaxes slightly in his chair.

"Anything else to report?" Marx looks around the table.

I clear my throat, "Um yeah, I have an update on the Landrys at the request of my Pixie. Lovely will stay in town with Pixie and the kids, so you may see her around the clubhouse at family things." The brothers all nod their heads. They've been really gentle with her since she arrived, although I'm not sure she's as soft as everyone thinks she is. Quiet and shy, yes, but she found the strength to walk away from a cult, so I think she has it in her to thrive now that she's here in Rose Grove.

"What about the Keep?" Tank murmurs.

"Pretty much abandoned. Justice hung around long enough to make sure all the women and children found new homes. Some returned to family, others were farmed out to the Landry brothers' contacts. Pixie and my sister may or may not have had a word with a few of the older women who helped Royal," I tell them, trying to keep the smile off my face.

All my brothers smile back, knowing full well what a talk with my sister and my Ol Lady would entail.

"Good. Any chance the Landrys might want their gator back?" Marx asks and then jumps in his chair a little, "Keep your feet to yourself fucker," he growls at his brother.

"Nope, that gator is Chewy's baby, Pres," Tank says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Marx lets out a bone weary sigh. "Fine. What about getting rid of those fucking dildos?"

"Well," Rider starts, "So far 10 went on the walls, 10 on Officer Martin's cruiser -"

"A fair few in the Dongsai Garden out back," Tank adds with a smirk while Marx rolls his eyes.

"Oh, she also ‘gifted' some to the Eden's Keep women too. Something about ‘breaking the shackles with orgasms'," I shrug.

Marx runs his hand down his beard thoughtfully, "Good, that's good. There were a shit ton of women there, so we must be done with the dicks. Alright. Anyone got anything else to bring to the table?"

Looking around, the brothers all shake their heads.

"Not a word, brothers. I have a baby shower to get to," Savage says. He's so into becoming a father that Nat has had to threaten his balls just so he would go to work and stop hovering around her.

"You do know that a baby shower is for the mom and not the dad, right?" Flack points out.

"Shut up, it's my special day too!" Savage growls back and then tosses a pen at him.

Before they can start scuffling in earnest, Marx slams down the gavel, "Church over, now get out!"

We all stand to leave the room, coming to a bottleneck in the doorway behind Rider.

"Dude, get out of the way." Savage elbows him and moves into the common room, "Holy shit,"

We all side eye each other and then push to leave the room, wanting to see what the hell is going on. The common room is a sea of pastel colors. But not in any type of tasteful way. More in a "Chewy bought all this stuff, and it exploded everywhere."

"What the hell happened in here?" Fox whispers, wide eyed.

"Are those dicks ejaculating streamers?"

My gaze follows Judge's finger to the corner of the ceiling where yes, that is a dildo with streamers coming from the knob. It's not the only one either. There are all sorts of dicks dotted around the room ejaculating pastel crepe paper. On the walls, on the ceiling. There's some type of weird cake thing made of diapers sitting in the middle of one of the long tables, and I'm sure that's a black knob sticking out of the top.

"Jesus H Christ, that's a lot of dicks. And a fuck ton of pink and blue," Flack whispers under his breath, in awe of the sight. He opens his arms as Remy leans into him for a hug, not taking his eyes off the room he's standing in.

I look at my Pres to see how he's handling it and it's safe to say he's doing pretty well. If chewing frantically on antacids is a good thing.

"Welcome all, today we celebrate the incubators and the ex-incubator!" Chewy announces, indicating Ana, Nat and Lovely who are sitting in recliners wearing crowns. The back of the chairs are decorated with rubber dongs, giving it a whole Game of Thrones vibe. But with dicks.

A soft hand squeezes my ass before moving up my back, gently rubbing between my shoulder blades. I lift my arm and my Pixie snuggles in.

"So, what do you think?"

I stare down at her wide eyed, "Are you fucking with me?"

"No way! I helped decorate, and it was so much fun. I never had this with Niko, and Lovely obviously didn't have it with little Bee either. The girls decided Lovely shouldn't miss out on something so, well, lovely, so they added her into the mix." She beams up at me, a little teary.

"What's wrong, baby?" I ask, swiping the tear that falls from her lashes as it makes a trail down her cheek.

"It's just, I never wanted to be anyone's Ol Lady." Uh oh. "I never wanted to belong to anyone. And then you came along with your stupid sexy face and your soft heart and you gave me this. A place filled with people. Crazy, beautiful, kind people that have helped my kids to thrive. People that have accepted Lovely as their friend." She waves around the dick covered room before turning to me. "You, Tav, gave me a place to belong."

I cup her face as she looks up at me. "You own me, Pixie. Body and soul."

She rises to her toes and gently presses her lips against mine, tenderly. "You own me, Tav. Body and soul."

We turn and watch for a moment as Chewy brings out a cake shaped like a very realistic vulva.

"Ah, Chewy, what's with the vag?" Ana points to it, looking weirded out.

"The baby could have a vag," she replies, shrugging, jiggling Chomper in her front carrier.

"Of course," Ana mumbles, Gus interrupting further questioning by kissing her.

Chewy cuts the cake and tells us to all dig in. Rider and Nitro fight over who gets the clit, which causes us all to dissolve into raucous laughter when Pops realizes neither of them has it.

"Listen boys, do you both need a little sex ed in the Rev Room? I'm sure I have just the thing to help you both out." He waggles his eyebrows as he wanders over to sit with Ana, Nat and Lovely, the cake shaped like a clit in the center of his plate.

"Gift time!" Chewy yells, while covering Chomper's ears, or where she thinks his ears are. Hopefully, he has ears. That gator is already disabled enough as it is. The last thing Marx wants is a deaf gator with an under-bite and funny toes running around the clubhouse.

Standing behind Pixie, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest. We watch the ladies of honor open their biker themed gifts - baby-sized leather cuts and tiny boots. Lovely oohs and ahhs over everything, and I'm sure it's overwhelming for her. I saw what the children at the Keep wore, so dressing Bee as a biker must be mind-blowing for her. Even Ana is given DRMC merchandise. Which Roman bitches about until she opens his and Sasha's gift - a tiny bratva suit.

"What are you guys gonna do if this lot has girls?" Pixie murmurs.

"What do you mean?" I ask her, brows pinching together.

"Ah, you guys have all essentially given them all stuff for boy babies. What's gonna happen if they're girls?"

I stare down at her, at the same time those brothers who heard her question all stare at her.

"I guess we'll come to that bridge when we cross it," she says before snorting.

"Ah Pres, you have a visitor," Jimmy calls out to Marx, everyone's heads turning to the door.

"Moss? Did Chewy invite you?" Pres asks, shaking hands with Sergeant Davies who seems slightly distracted.

"Are those penis decorations?"

"Yup, and a vag cake," Chewy answers.

Sergeant Davies stares at her and then points, "Is that a gator?"

"Yup. His name's Chomper. Cute, huh?"

He squints at her before shaking himself off. "Sorry, Marx, this isn't a social call. I need to take in one of your men."

Marx stands straight, larger than ever. Savage nervously looks toward his wife and then moves to stand, Dex coming to stand next to him.

"Who?" Marx demands.

"Tyson Sword. He's been accused of assault and battery."

There's an uproar as the room loses it. My hands shake with anger and it's only Pixie wrapping her arms around me that calms me. Marx lets out a piercing whistle, calling us to order.

"Tank?"

Tank walks toward Davies, staring at Pres. "I didn't do whatever I've been accused of,"

"I know, brother, we'll get this sorted out."

Marx turns to glare at Sergeant Davies who raises his hands, placating the Pres. "I know Johnny, the source sounds sketchy, but we have to investigate no matter if it's a nuisance call or not."

"Take care of my man, you hear me? Anything less and I'll be coming for you," Marx says in all seriousness, holding Davies' gaze.

A lesser man would have shit themselves by now. Instead Davies just smiles, "I know you will," He turns to leave, indicating Tank take the lead, not even cuffing him. "Oh Marx? Better call Maxine so she can have my balls. Again," he rolls his eyes as he follows Tank out the door.

"Wire -"

"Already on it, Pres," Marx scrubs a hand down his face. "OK ya'll, it'll be hard to party without Tank, but we all know he wouldn't want this ruining the ladies' day. Chewy? You said you had games to play?"

"How does everyone feel about bobbing for dongs?"

There's a collective groan and I lean into my woman, who chuckles into my chest.

"I love this place, and I love you."

"I love you too, Pixie."

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