After putting the turkey and a few groceries on the counter, I went in search of my woman. I found her in the swimming pool, wrapped around Gideon, with Mateo behind her, and off to the side was Dante, notebook in hand, capturing the moment, like only he could.
We were all happy.
That was what I saw when I looked at us. Happiness, and no one could take that away.
Sian opened her eyes and smiled at me. “William, you’re back.”
“Tell him,” Gideon said, with a growl.
She gasped as Mateo kissed her neck. “Yeah, baby, tell him.”
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head, and I wanted to scream for them to tell me whatever news they had.
“On the table,” Sian said. “Look.”
I stood and walked toward the table. Sure enough, there was a pregnancy test. My heart started to race as I picked it up.
“Is this…”
“Positive,” Sian said. “I’m pregnant.”
I stripped down my clothes and jumped into the pool. After I swam to her, I cupped her face, turned her toward me, and kissed her hard and deep.
I heard the water being tread, and then Dante was there on the other side.
“Our parents are around,” Sian said.
“They’re more interested in each other than us,” Gideon said. “We’re celebrating making them grandparents.”
“I have no idea how we’re going to raise a kid, but I do know there’s no one else in the world I’d want to raise one with.” Sian looked at each of us. “I love you guys so much.”
We each kissed her, holding her, loving her. We loved her, too, and that was never going to change.
Epilogue Two
Sian
Ten years later
“How long are you going to be?” I asked. “I’ve just picked up Dolly from dance practice, and Brianna is pooped. She’s so tired.”
I held my youngest girl in my arms as I looked left and right down the street. Dante had dropped me off before going to his studio. There were a couple of clients coming to pick up some artwork they’d bought. He was so amazing at what he did.
Over the years, he’d been asked to paint for so many different occasions and people. Of course, he only picked what he really felt about. If there was no emotion, he wasn’t interested, and I didn’t blame him. His art was his own and there was no taking that away from him.
Kind of like my stories.
After ten years of hard work, I was finally a successful, bestselling author. I had released three books, all of which had been a dream come true. In between writing, I took care of my two daughters, with a third child on the way, and my four husbands. To the outside world, I was only married to Gideon, but we lived in a large house, and what went on behind those walls, well, it was the kind of thing I wrote about. Happiness, love, sex, it was everything all wrapped up in four amazing guys.
Each one so different from the other, but I couldn’t live without any of them. They all owned my heart and soul.
Then, of course, there was our deal with The Society. Over the last fifteen years, we’d all had to do our part for this private organization. I didn’t know who was a member and who wasn’t.
I’d wake up or be given so many different challenges, from taking files, to leaving paperwork, to helping, or … killing. That one had been one of the hardest I ever had to do. After Brianna was born, a single envelope had been left for me with a time, date, and a location, along with a single syringe.
No questions.
None of us ever asked any questions.
The woman had been an addict and a prostitute. There had been a boy in her care. I noticed the bruises on his small body. The pain in his eyes, and I’d known. After I killed her, it had taken every ounce of strength to walk out of that room. If I was supposed to take the boy, they would’ve told me. They didn’t.
When I got home, I had no choice but to tell my men what I’d done. In all the years I’d been with The Society, I had never told anyone of the missions they asked me to do. What was the point? None of them could be stopped.
We were bound by our loyalty to them as we were to each other. Then they all told me the truth of what they’d done for The Society. At some point, they had taken a life too. After the revelation, I had no choice but to get over it. To live my life with my two girls.
What did surprise me was a month after I did what I did, the boy appeared at my house.
The Society had taken care of everything and now, I was adopting the boy. He was six years old, and his medical history showed years of physical abuse.
We took him in, and we showed him more love than anyone else ever could. He was one of us.
“Mommy, look.” Dolly pulled on my jacket, and I turned to see a woman coming out of an alley.
“Money, please,” the woman said. She was a street woman. “Such a pretty girl.”
I held Dolly close to me just as Dante arrived, pulling up to the curb. I helped Dolly inside, and she helped me with Brianna. I closed the car door and rounded to the passenger side, to come to a stop as I looked at the street woman.
There was no mistaking who this was.
The scarred face, the eyes, the hair, and I just knew I was staring at Chloe, the girl who had helped to kill Heather. She was on the streets. A shiver ran down my spine.
The Society took care of traitors.
Once the queen of All Saints, she was now scarred up, on the streets and begging. I felt my stomach revolt.
The Society was good and bad. Now I could add evil to the mix as well. Part of me wanted to go and give her money, but I knew to do that would have consequences.
I climbed into the car.
They were the ones who made the orders, and we followed them.
Turning toward my girls, I gave them a big smile. I would never do anything to hurt or jeopardize their future. What Chloe did was on her, and there was nothing I could do about that.
“Are you okay?” Dante asked.
“Never better.” What I could do was love my life, take care of my girls, and protect my men. It was what I’d been doing for fifteen years, and I wasn’t going to give up now.
The End
Note from the Author:
Thank you so much for reading my latest duet. Sian, Gideon, William, Dante, and Mateo’s story is now complete, but The Society will return in other forms. I really can’t wait to tell more stories from this series, and I hope you enjoyed this story as well.
The Society will return in ... Ride to Hell.
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