Revenge (45 page)
“Well, I guess I’m going to be a granddad,” Devil
said, smiling.
Lexie groaned. “I’m going to be a grandma. I’m too
young to be a grandma.”
Judi and Ripper started chuckling.
“Babe, you’re going to be the hottest grandma out
there. You’ll put a new meaning to the term GILF.”
She lashed out punching Devil in the arm. “Will you
stop?” she asked.
“Never.”
Devil pulled her into his arms. They were all good. A knock at the door
sounded.
“Can we all come in?” Pussy asked, holding Sasha’s
hand.
“Sure, come on in.”
Pussy, Sasha, Death, and Snake all entered the room.
They were carrying balloons and wrapped baked goods, judging from the smell and
smiles.
“It’s good to see you moving around, princess.” Death
put the flowers down beside her bed, reaching over to kiss her cheek.
This was the family she knew and loved. Gonzalez was
out of their lives, and they were all free to move on. Glancing up at Devil,
she saw he was indeed happier than he had been since Gonzalez had entered their
lives.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m more than okay. I’ve got my family, my crew, and
my town all safe.”
They had buried Kayla next to Ashley. In the graveyard
they were collecting a number of bodies, memories that Lexie didn’t want to
touch. She hoped in the coming years she didn’t add more people to the mix.
****
At Christmas Death stood in the clubhouse as the crew
started to put up the decorations. He loved and hated Christmas. The season was
about forgiving and moving on. Death moved on, but he never forgave.
He watched as Lexie stood on a chair and started to
put up banners. She was heavily pregnant, and Devil was holding onto her hips
as she was precariously balanced.
Unlike the last couple of Christmases there was not a
sign of The Skulls. It was like they never existed, which he knew was wrong. The
two clubs should be friends, and it made no sense to Death to sever ties. The rest
of the club seemed fine with the change, but he didn’t like it.
The Skulls were a good group of men. Lexie and Eva
still talked, but it wasn’t like it used to be.
Since Gonzalez’s death, the town was back in working
order. There were no more threats, and the club was doing its best to set the
town back up for people to work. One of the girls who didn’t have a family but had
been sent to Gonzalez was working at the club. She had nowhere else to go and
was too old to go into care at nineteen. He didn’t know much about her other
than the fact she was a pretty little thing.
She had curves in all the right places, but again, he
didn’t know how far Gonzalez had gotten his claws into her.
Sitting at the bar, Death watched the girl behind the
counter as she served beer to the men. Her red hair caught the light, making
him wonder if she was a natural redhead between her thighs.
Brianna her name was, or at least that’s what she told
them all.
“Hey, beautiful, pour me a drink,” he said.
In all the months since Brianna had been working for
them, Death made sure he wasn’t alone with her or put in any position where he
could be vulnerable. It was a lame ass excuse, but Death wasn’t into making a
commitment, nor was he into a woman so young. She was easily fifteen years
younger than he was.
“Here you go, Death,” she said, placing the drink in
front of her.
He looked up into her sharp green eyes. They were the
eyes of a temptress, the destroyer of his bachelorhood. Then, Brianna, the
bitch, she smiled at him showing her white teeth.
Against his better judgment, Death after so many months
of avoiding her, started to fall for the redhead. Did the club know red haired
women turned him on?
Fuck, there was no other word to describe it. He was
truly fucked.
The End
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