“Fucker, those dudes look filthy rich,” Taz says, standing next to me.
“Yeah, they are,” I say, pulling out my cigarette box.
I offer Taz one, he takes it, and I take one, lighting us up. I take a drag, inhaling deeply, closing my eyes for a moment.
“Who the fuck are they,” Taz says, taking a drag.
I exhale, making a few smoke rings, then I look at Brick, signaling him over.
“They’re my blood brothers,” I say, watching his reaction closely.
Brick walks over with a beer, placing it next to me. Then, he gathers the empty beer bottles.
“Brick, get me a shot of tequila. VP, do you want one,” I say, looking at Taz, lifting my chin.
“Yeah,” Taz says, nodding.
“This night has been a fucking shitshow,” I grunt, taking a pull of my beer.
“Absolfuckinluty clusterfuck. I’m fucking glad that nobody got killed in this fucking attack,” Taz says, looking around the clubhouse.
“Fucking hell, it was brutal,” I say, grabbing the tequila shot from Brick.
Of fuckingcourse, I drink it down, and Taz does the same.
“Motherfucker, what the fuck are you doing here if you’re so damn wealthy? I mean, it looks like they’re rolling in Benjamin’s,” Taz huffs, shaking his head.
“Bro, the Benjamins are not everything, and I love the Wicked Warriors MC, the bros,” I say, taking another drag.
“That’s fucking insane, but I get it,” Taz says, nodding.
“What’s happening,” I ask, looking around the room.
“The bros are fixing the clubhouse, and Medi is treating all the injuries. We’re going to plan the attack because the motherfuckers are going to pay for what they’ve done. So, it’s not only about the Benjamins that they stole, fuck no, but it's also about the family,” Taz says, taking a drag.
“Damn straight, bro,” I say, nodding.
A few hours later.
It’s the early hours of the morning, and the clubhouse is finally quiet. I walkinto Medic’sroom to see Wynter. She’s still sleeping; I lean, kissing her temple, resting my hand on the baby.
Baby kicks my hand, and that right there makes my soul soar, and I can’t help but smile.
Epilogue
Blood
The next day.
The morning rays filter through the blinds in our room, touching my face. I open one eye to check on Wynter, thank fuck she’s still sleeping.
She’s been sleeping a lot, but that’s because she’s still healing. She’s fucking lucky that she’s alive. The extent of injuries was life-threatening.
Fuck!
It’s been a few days since the attack.
It’s Absolfuckinluty pure luck that I healed her somewhat right after the explosion.
