Page 176 of Chasm
“I might,” he said with a smirk. He smacked my ass and ordered, “Sit on my cock.”
My body shivered at the order and as I lifted my body up and slowly sank down on his thick, hard cock, I knew there was no other place I’d rather be.
Epilogue
Morgan
Three months later...
I stood in the snow and listened to the minister talk about life and death, the road to salvation and the joy of eternity in Heaven. What he didn’t talk about was the people left behind to grieve.
My eyes wandered to the men and women standing around the open grave. My brother stood beside me, his arm around Grace. His body was stiff, rigid with grief. He’d lost so much this year. On my other side, my father bowed his head. My mother stood at his side, holding his hand. Leaning on each other the way best friends would.
Tears fell unbridled as I watched the couple holding onto each other. Losing a child was a pain too many people knew. It was a pain that I shared with them. A pain I shared with Jude.
We’d lost our son through no fault of our own or anyone else’s. Nature itself had been the reaper. So when the woman wailed at the loss of her child, a child taken from her in a senseless war, my heart broke in ways I prayed to God I would never understand.
People from every faction came to share their grief and offer their condolences. Setting aside their differences; forging bonds in the death of someone who had known heartache for far too long.
Maxim Federov stood with his wife. I had met them briefly when they came to Rosewood. He was an intimidating man, like my father. But also like my father, family meant everything.
Beside him stood his daughter. A revelation brought to life through the secrets my grandfather’s office held locked up for decades. Secrets that, when exposed, had set an unstoppable force in motion, determined to ruin the lives of everyone involved.
On the other side of Maxim stood Giovanni Valentinetti, with his brothers and their families. Those who still walked this earth with us. They had lost two brothers in the previous war, the one believed to have ended with the end of theSociety.
Across from them were the Vitale Brothers. Cesar Vitale had taken Giovanni’s place. I didn’t know much about them, but I knew enough to know that he and his brothers were here to show their support.
And a man named Crispin Sinclair stood to the side. His face stoic, emotionless. But the weight of grief was evident in the way his hands clasped tightly together in front of him.
Clubs from all over spread out in a show of support and protection for the family as they grieved the loss of the life they loved and cherished.
The Silver Shadows, both Diamond Creek and Little Rock, fanned out around us. The Golden Skulls surrounded the brothers mourning the family they never had enough time with.
Even the Sons of Hell had come to show their support. Families and clubs, once thought to be enemies, had come together, putting their disparities aside to mourn and celebrate the life of someone who had sacrificed everything they held in their heart.
“When will it end, Jude?” I whispered. My voice cracked on a sob.
“Soon, baby.” I looked up at his quiet promise and followed his eyes to a man standing back, outside the throng of mourners.
He stood tall, his eyes hidden by the mirrored sunglasses he wore to hide his grief. He was close enough that I could see the way his jaw clenched in anger. Anger was a part of grief, and I knew every person here was angry at the way this life was taken.
“How do you know?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the man as he stared at the casket being lowered into the ground.
“Because he’ll burn the world down to avenge the life that was taken from him.”
THE END
