Page 60 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
“Oh, Allie,” Hyena answers, his voice full of cruel sympathy. “You might have forgotten, but Vengeance didn’t.”
Des-E intones the Jaws theme and sticks his head in the water. Like a shark. Coming for her pussy.
And soon, Allie’s laughing, then screaming, then begging him to stop.
EPILOGUE
VAMPIRE
We don’t stop—not when it comes to loving her. Not ever.
A couple of weeks later, we fix the rift in Rockstar’s marriage and her fight with her former boss when Bernice and Olivia stand up for Allie at her wedding to Vengeance.
O2 greets B2 like he really is her long-lost brother after the ceremony, hugging him and doing that kid thing where she picks him up as high as she can. But an awkward moment occurs when it comes time to introduce us.
“So what Mom told me not to talk about is really true?” she asks Allie, her little voice completely outraged. “B2’s got three dads.”
We all still. Vengeance was prepared to protect our woman from any and all judgment from our community. But O2 is just a child. A mouthy child. But still.
We exchange looks, not sure how to handle the situation.
But then O2 says, “Little Brother, you are SO LUCKY! That’s not fair! I only have one.”
“Who’s a world-famous music star,” Griff reminds her, throwing the three of us a jealous look.
O2 doesn’t get a chance to answer.
“Sis-sis, meep MeeMaw!” B2 insists, before toddler-pulling her over to meet MeeMaw, the town’s self-proclaimed grandmother.
“O2’s got two grandmas! And a granddad—and they all dote on her because she’s their only grandkid. None of this grandma for the whole town stuff!” Griff calls after her. “She doesn’t need three dads, B2. Tell him O2! Tell him…”
Griff trails off with a glare when he sees that O2 is too busy hugging a gray-haired old woman she just met to pay any attention to him.
“Sorry, Rockstar,” Hyena says. Though, he doesn’t look sorry at all as he strings an arm around Allie’s neck. She’s struggling not to laugh, just like Des-E and me. “MeeMaw’s the only real rockstar around here.”
“It’s your wedding day, so I need you to know I mean this sincerely…” Griff points each member of Vengeance out like we pissed in his keto-friendly Magic Spoon cereal. “Fuck all of you.”
“Hey, O2,” he calls out to his daughter while glaring directly at Hyena. “Want to sing that sasha X kasha song we got to perform with the actual Sasha and Kasha at my wedding?”
Hyena clasps his chest and jerks like he just got shot while Allie calls out on her sasha X kasha stan husband’s behalf, “So not cool, Griff!”
Then she says to her best friend, “Wow, you really legit married him!”
Bernice winces but admits, “Yeah, I did, girl. And I love him. It’s probably the tattoos making me lose my mind—and him being stupid hot. I might need my head checked out.”
“Or maybe we just need to learn to trust our instincts when it comes to who we love,” Allie tells her friend. While grinning up at us.
We take her to the safehouse in Nebraska for our honeymoon and reward her for several days straight for deciding that. We go over the list of household rules—together this time. And Allie promises to abide by every single one of them…if Hyena and I tell her our real names.
So, unfortunately, Hyena doesn’t get to hand feed her, and she’s allowed to sit in her own chair at the table. But she does let us hide her clothes for the entirety of the honeymoon, so we still feel like we won.
Vengeance decides to end the honeymoon by taking her last bit of virginity. Me in her ass, Hyena in her pussy, and Des-E in her mouth, so that she’s taking all three of us in all three of her holes at the same time for the first time.
Then we return home to B2 and get on with our real lives without fear of her running and knowing she’ll always be protected in our small town of Angel Pond. I figure life can’t get better than this.
But nine months later, we discover that Hyena’s joke was actually a truth when we welcome another little boy with ink-black hair and a brown version of my serious gaze.
A year after getting Allie back, I’m outside our cabin after making plans with one of our Triad friends for a first anniversary trip to Hawaii. I’m just getting off the phone with him when my phone rings with a number I’ve never seen before.
It’s a Boston area code.
I frown but answer with a terse, “Hello?”
“Hey, Finnegan, you are a hard man to track down. This is Brady.”
“Who?” I ask. And how the fuck does he know my real name?
The man expels a heavy sigh and says, “You know, your cousin? The one everyone calls Bono because I’m a semi-decent person?”
