Epilogue

EPILOGUE

RAFAEL

One year later …

"Sssh," I whisper in Omari's ear as I sink my dick into his tight ass. "You don't want to wake Little Raf."

Omari whimpers, but clamps his mouth shut, his moans barely rising higher than a breath. Smiling, I rise up on my palms and roll my hips into him. "Fuck, yes," he murmurs, raising his ass higher in the air.

He's lying on his stomach, both hands clutched in my fist and thrust over his head as I plow into him from behind. His plump ass jiggles as I piston into him. I wish I had more hands so I could touch him everywhere, get my hands on him every-fucking-where. My dick looks obscene sinking into his hole, slick with lube and hard enough to split bricks.

Letting his hands go, I sit back on my heels and grab the globes of his ass, squeezing them hard as I fuck him. Omari pants and moans but keeps his voice down. Until I peg his prostate .

"Fuck, Raf!" he shouts, gripping the sheets as he pushes his ass back.

"Quiet, baby," I groan, slapping his ass hard enough to leave a red mark behind. Omari's groan fills the room and normally, I would relish the sound, but we gotta keep it down.

Knowing only one way to do that, I pull out of Omari and flip him to his back. I settle between his legs and glide my dick back inside his scorching hole. He moans loudly, but I take his lips in a filthy kiss to quiet him. I don't stop kissing him as I work my cock into his entrance.

Omari wraps his legs around me, the firm, but soft flesh hot against my waist. I drag one hand down to his thigh, gripping the soft skin hard enough to leave bruises. He hisses in my mouth but doesn't remove his lips from mine.

I drill into him, my hips slamming against his ass as I fuck him hard and deep. His hard cock brushes against my belly and I lower myself, adding friction so he can come hands free.

The hand I had on his hip dances up his body, touching and feeling him where I can until I get to his throat. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. Omari's hips move in a frenzy to meet my thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my back.

"Come for me," I murmur into his mouth before kissing him again. "Let me feel your hot spunk on me, precioso."

"Oh God," Omari moans in a low voice, his hands dragging down to my ass as he spurs me to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck, yes. I'm coming, baby."

I take his lips again, kissing him deep as his moans of pleasure drift through me. His body spasms and I feel his dick kicking between us, his hot release coating my belly.

He holds me tight as I continue to use his hole to get myself off. Even though he's sensitive, this is our usual routine, so he's gotten used to me giving him a slice of pleasurable pain before I tumble over the cliff.

Raising up on my hands as I plow into him, I look down at Omari, at his flushed face, plump and swollen lips, and the small scars on his forehead and under his eye. He's so fucking beautiful; it sends me over the edge and I come hard. My groan of release reverberates around the room, loud in the tight confines. Omari reaches up and slaps a hand over my mouth, but it's too late.

Just as I'm lowering myself onto Omari to give him a kiss, a soft voice sounds through the baby monitor. "Unc Mari. Unc Raf."

Omari gives me a dry look and pushes me off him. "And you thought I'd wake him." He scoffs and rolls out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom to clean himself up before he gets Little Raf out of bed.

After I slide a pair of pajama pants over my ass, I throw my arms behind my head and watch him through the crack in the bathroom door. He has red marks where I grabbed his flesh, but they won't last long. I sigh, wishing we had more time so I could put marks around his throat like a fucking ownership necklace.

The scars from his surgery barely show, having healed and almost disappeared into his light brown skin.

It's been over a year since he was hurt but he still has some flashbacks. Mainly when I would come home and slam the door after a rough day at the clubhouse. He would jump and cower until he realized it was me.

To help with that, I stopped taking my anger and frustration out on the front door and we moved house. It helped a lot, being in a different home. He no longer looks around the house and sees the place he was attacked and almost beat to death .

Omari rushes to the door, shooting me a dark look. "A little help would be nice."

"You're the nanny," I joke, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. "It's your job."

He stops his trek in the hallway and turns to me, putting his hands on his hips. He's so fucking sexy when he scowls. "Oh, no sir. You stopped paying me to be a nanny when my contract ended six months ago. Want a nanny? Let's make a deal."

A deep belly laugh leaves my throat as I stand up, walking over to him. I pull him into my arms, kissing him deeply. His lips are firm under mine for only a moment, then he melts into me, kissing me back.

"Unc Mari!" Little Raf says from behind us. We break our kiss and look at him in shock.

"How the hell did he get out of his crib?" I ask.

Omari looks at me dryly again. "I told you he knows how to climb." Turning around to Little Raf, he holds his arms out. "Hey big man. Are you hungry?"

"Yes. So hungry," my dramatic nephew says, holding his arms up to Omari. My boyfriend laughs high and loud, kissing Little Raf on the cheek as he goes to the kitchen.

I watch them walk away, smiling to myself. Little Raf turned two a few weeks ago. He's growing like a weed and so smart. Every day that passes, he looks more and more like his mother.

After we read the first letter from Elena, it became easier to read more. She wrote one when she found out she was pregnant and told me if she had a boy, she'd name him Rafael after her hero. It's hard to really absorb her words when I wish she had told them to my face. In a few of her letters, she said she wished she were braver so she could send the letters to me, but was afraid she wouldn't get a reply. I wish I could turn back time and go to her, but as she said about herself, I wasn't brave enough to face her rejection. I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life.

Little Raf's father, Alejandro, was adopted, with no family or close friends around since they'd only been in North Carolina for a few months before they died. We tried to track down his birth family, but we haven't had much luck yet. We plan to keep trying for Little Raf. I have some home videos of him and Elena that we packed up from the house. Hopefully Little Raf can glean some information about him from the sparse bits we have. And maybe we can go looking into his past so he can learn of his father's childhood.

I head to the shower, washing myself so I can take over for Omari. Though he's not my nanny anymore, he does the bulk of taking care of Little Raf. Mostly because he says I don't do things how he likes them and instead of getting frustrated, he'll do it himself.

I smile as I dry myself, thinking about my boyfriend. He was an unexpected but welcome surprise. He burrowed his way into my heart when I wasn't paying attention and I wouldn't have it any other way. Not only is he tough and brave, but he's also kind and gentle, able to comfort me when I'm feeling down and wrangle in a toddler just entering his terrible twos. Though Little Raf was becoming a handful before that if I'm being honest.

"Alright," I say, entering the large kitchen. My eyes lock onto Little Raf, who's sitting in his highchair eating vegan waffles. "I got it from here, precioso." Omari smiles and kisses my cheek before hustling down the hallway to take a shower.

Little Raf has his appointment with an allergist in a few weeks and we're hoping it gives us more insight on his allergy. His pediatrician said he might be able to eat foods with eggs in them, but we shouldn't try them until we speak to an allergist. Luckily, Omari found a vegan market that has all the same things we eat without eggs so Little Raf doesn't feel left out.

I sit down in front of Little Raf and pop a piece of his waffle in my mouth. He does his best to scowl at me as he picks up a piece for himself. "Mine," he grumbles.

"No sharing, Rafelito?" I joke with him, frowning.

He sighs dramatically. "Okay. Here go." He slides a piece over to me and I laugh, scooping it up and tossing it in my mouth.

"Thank you," I say, kissing his forehead.

"Welcome," he says absently, arranging his food into a pattern that makes sense only to him.

When I'm sure he's doing okay, I get breakfast for me and Omari started.

As I'm grabbing the bacon from the fridge, my phone pings. I pull it from my pocket to see a text in the group chat with me, Jace, Pete, and Zeke. I roll my eyes as I open it. They said it's easier to make plans if we can all see the messages. But those three fuckers get in there and shoot the shit, blowing up my phone at random hours. I've taken to putting my phone on Do Not Disturb until we figure this all out.

It's Zeke, sending a picture of his dog, Zeus. The dog has on a shirt, but I can't read the words printed on it.

Zeke: Isn't he adorable?

The other guys hop in the chat.

Pete: Aww, he is.

Jace: Makes me want to get one.

I roll my eyes and text back.

Me: Why did you send that?

Zeke answers back quickly.

Zeke: Why are you being grumpy today?

Pete: He's always grumpy.

Jace: You can't be grumpy when you need our help.

Again, I roll my eyes, but I smile too. After the night with Brock, we've all grown closer. I love all my brothers, but Pete and Jace have worked their way into being my inner circle. Zeke already was, he and Rax my best friends besides Christian, but with two of them gone, the other two took their places.

Pete and I have talked one on one about Christian a lot. He's still sad about losing what he called the love of his life, but he's also bitter that Christian kept putting off them being public about their relationship. Then he wrestles with his bitterness, not enjoying being mad at a dead man. He's still fighting in that underground fight club, but he's more careful and isn't taking fights to help him forget.

I shake my head and go back to the texts.

Me: I'm not grumpy. This is a planning thread, not show off your fucking dog thread.

Zeke: Did you even read the shirt?

Me: Can't make out shit on that shirt.

He sends another picture where I can actually read the words.

Me: Absolutely fucking not.

Pete: It's because he's grumpy.

Me: I already owe Zeke a punch to the mouth. You want one too?

Pete: I got a jaw of steel Prez. Do your worst.

Thankfully, Jace gets us back on track.

Jace: We're still on for noon?

Me: Yeah. Zeke, leave your fucking dog at home.

Zeke: *frowning emoji* Yes, Prez.

"I'm hungry," Omari whines when he comes around the corner, his curly hair still wet. "Why don't I smell bacon?"

I look over my shoulder with a frown. "You're complaining an awful lot for someone that didn't make the damn bacon himself."

Omari ducks his head with a smile, moving over to the cabinet and getting pancake mix from the cabinet. "Whatever. Go sit down. I'll cook breakfast."

Little Raf is finished with his food, so I take him out of his highchair and cart him to the bathroom so I can wipe his face. While Omari cooks, I get Little Raf dressed for the day.

By the time I'm finished, Omari has breakfast done and a plate for me on the table. I sit Little Raf on my lap so I can feed him some of my food. He shared with me, so why not?

"What's the plan for the day?" Omari asks after he sips some juice.

"I gotta go to the clubhouse for a little bit."

Omari frowns. "You said we were going to do something today. I didn't think that something included going to the clubhouse." He rolls his eyes but cracks a smile when I throw a piece of pancake at him.

"We are doing something. But I have to stop off there first. Is that okay, precioso?"

He sighs dramatically. "Yeah, it's fine." I see where Little Raf gets the dramatics from.

We talk about our weekend plans as we eat breakfast, Little Raf picking bacon off my plate and stuffing it in his mouth. Once we're done and have the kitchen clean, we get dressed and head out. Since Little Raf can face front now, Omari spends a lot of the time taking pictures with him. They like to use the filters on that stupid social media app and pose while I drive them around like I'm their chauffeur.

Since Omari got out of the hospital and recovered from his injuries, we started doing something as a family once a month. It could be something as simple as watching a movie with our phones off, going bowling, mini golf, or indoor parks for Little Raf. It's helped us grow closer.

We pull up to the clubhouse, and Donovan opens the gates for us. He has six more months as a prospect before he's a patched member. I extended the prospecting period to eighteen months from a year after what happened with Telly and Sam. I want to make sure whoever we patch in to Devil's Mayhem will be up to our standards. I was wary of him prospecting at all, but he's proved to be solid, especially after he gave me the heads up about Brock.

Chance drove Brock's car to another highway and made the crash look like an accident. He said the cops are still looking for Brock's body, but they don't think they'll find it. The cops have gotten complaints about Brock and his drug dealing, so they're thinking he was abducted in some kind of drug deal gone wrong. Either way, I'm in the clear. The police aren't looking in the direction of Devil's Mayhem.

I pull my SUV into my spot and hop out, getting Little Raf from the back. Omari grabs his diaper bag and follows me to my office. The brothers that are around say hello to us both, some winking at me and giving me a thumbs up. My heart rate kicks up, nerves dancing in my belly.

Omari pushes into my office, setting Little Raf's bag on my desk. He smiles, picking up the picture Hazel took of me, Omari, and Little Raf on his first birthday. Omari brought it here as soon as Hazel gave him the printed photo, framed it, and put it on my desk. He's already added other photos and plants in here to "liven up the office" as he says .

"This is my favorite picture of you two."

I walk over and kiss him. "You're in it too."

"Yeah, but you two looking at each other like this makes me happy."

It is a nice picture. Little Raf's face is covered in cake and icing, but his smile is bright and he's looking right at me, his little hands reaching toward me. Omari is on his other side, watching us both with a soft look on his face.

I pluck the photo from his hand and set it on the desk. "Come on. We gotta go if we're going to get out of here soon."

He nods and follows me out of my office. When we get to the bar area, I hear Omari's feet stutter as he takes everyone in. I'm not sure where the cars are hiding, but Zeke, Pete and Jace did good.

Standing in front of my brothers are Hazel and the twins, Shane, and Kit.

Omari gapes at them. "What is this?" He reaches out and hugs Hazel and the kids, then Shane. He hesitates before he gets to Kit but drags him in for a hug. Kit's body visibly shudders as he hugs Omari back hard.

Though he said it really hurt him when Kit made a dig at his weight for Brock's benefit, Omari chose to forgive him. I told him if he wanted to stay mad at him forever, that was up to him. I'm not the person that tells someone they have to forgive or be the bigger person. There are a lot of motherfuckers out there I don't forgive and never will. Namely my papa and Elena's. Just because they're dead doesn't absolve them of that. Nothing ever will for how they fucked both our lives up.

I find it weird that Donovan is standing so close to Kit, glancing at him every so often, but my mind is focused on something else right now. I don't have time to figure out the prospect's shit .

After Omari hugs his family and friends, he turns to me with curious eyes. "Baby?"

I put Little Raf down—he runs over to Zeke, who scoops him up quickly—and grab Omari's hands and pull him closer to me. Blowing out a long breath, I say, "Omari, when we met, I never thought you'd be such a big part of my life. You didn't let my shitty attitude or my growling words intimidate you." Omari laughs, shaking his head. "You saw something in me I didn't see in myself. You didn't see a failure."

"Because you're not, baby," he says earnestly, placing a hand on my face. "You're my perfect Big Raf."

My brothers and our friends laugh, but I ignore them and continue. "You've treated Little Raf like he was your own and you made it possible for me to forge a relationship with him. It's because of you that I can hold him and love him without the pain of my past overwhelming me. You've been the rock I've always wanted and never knew I needed. You're the love of my life, Omari."

His breath stutters when I lower myself to the ground on one knee. "Raf, what are you doing?"

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the ring box and open it, showing him the platinum band. I smile when he squeals. "I'm not good at the romance shit, you know that."

"Jesus," Zeke whispers and those assembled around us laughed again.

Omari doesn't mind, his eyes welling tears. I kiss the back of his hand and finish what I want to say to him. "I want to be everything you need me to be. I want to be yours and you be mine until we take our last breaths. Omari Williams, will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

A single tear leaks from the corner of his eye as he nods. "Yes! Of course I will."

I slide the ring on Omari's finger and stand up, hoisting him into my arms, giving him a long kiss. My brother's and Omari's friends and family cheer, and someone pops a bottle of champagne, dousing us with bubbles.

Snatching my mouth away, I glare at Zeke. "Enforcer, I swear to God I will fucking sock you in the jaw."

"Stop being grumpy, Prez!" Zeke shouts as he shakes the remains of the champagne on us. Shane has Little Raf, covering his head so he doesn't get wet.

"Is this why we came here?" he asks, holding his hand up to stare at his ring.

"Yeah, precioso. They're here for our engagement party."

I set Omari on his feet as he raises an eyebrow at me. "So, you just assumed I'd say yes?"

Smiling, I kiss him hard. "I knew you'd say yes."

He barks a laugh and pushes against my chest. "Whatever, my big scary biker." I kiss him once more before he's swept up in hugs and congratulations.

Zeke hugs him and says, "I asked Prez if Zeus could wear a shirt that said, ‘Will you marry me' on it, but he shot me down."

"That's because I didn't need a dog to ask for me," I growl.

"Yeah, whatever."

Others come by and give Omari a hug, congratulating him. When Kit steps in front of him, he gives Omari a long hug. "What are you doing here?" Omari asks.

Kit glances in my direction quickly, then says, "Well, Raf told me he was having a party for you and asked if I wanted to come. I hope you're not mad." Even after a year of them mending their relationship, Kit is still unsure. He should be. What he said to Omari was fucked up, but Hazel told me to reach out when I asked her to bring the twins. In time, I'm sure I'll forgive him. But who knows? Just because I fell in love don't make me the forgiving type.

He looks up at me and reaches out for my hand. "Thank you for reaching out for me to be here. There's no place I'd rather be than celebrating this milestone with my … best friend." He glances at Omari, who nods. Kit visibly relaxes. "I really appreciate it."

I take his hand but pull him in close so no one else can hear what I say. "It's no problem. I'll always help an abuse victim when they're in trouble. But if you ever hurt my fiancé again, I will fucking end you. Entendido?"

Though his face pales, Kit nods jerkily, sliding his hand from mine and stepping close to Donovan. Kit sends a shaky smile over to Omari and they walk away, joining the rest of the partygoers.

Omari looks around, wraps his arm around my waist and leans his head on my chest. "Thank you for this," he whispers. "I never thought I'd find someone that I'd want to spend the rest of my life with." He looks up at me, his eyes shining. "But I can't imagine my life without you and Little Raf in it. You're nothing I thought I wanted, but everything I always needed. I love you, Rafael Orozco."

"I love you too, Omari Orozco."

He chuckles against my lips as I bend to kiss him. "That has a nice ring to it."

"It does," I say, kissing him again.

I thought I would spend my life alone, my club and my brothers filling the empty spaces in my day. My soul was too damaged, too tattered with the losses I've experienced throughout my life. So much so, that I didn't think I would be whole enough to treat someone the way they deserved.

But Omari looked past all that. He made me confront my feelings for him and be a better man for my nephew. If it weren't for him, I'd be a shell of the man that I am now. Before him, I had brief flashes of bright spots, nothing tangible, nothing I could hold on to. Now every day is bright. Every day is filled with more love and happiness than I can handle. My soul is no longer tattered— it's mended together stronger than before.

It's all because of Omari.

He's the property of the Prez.

THE END

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