“Ballsy is one word for it,” Henry adds, his massive frame dwarfing his chair, Bodie giggling beside him. “Stupid’s another.”
Before I can fire back, a shadow moves at the edge of the bar, and Mr. G steps into the light, his tailored coat pristine, his eyes glinting with that enigmatic edge.
The table goes quiet, the air shifting.
“Travis’s damn right,” Mr. G says, his voice dry, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ll be scrubbing floors for a decade after that stunt. But you got results, so tonight, drinks are on me.”
A cheer goes up, glasses clinking, and I can’t help but grin, relief flooding me.
Mr. G’s not one for praise, but his tone says enough—he’s pissed, but we’re square. He leans in, his voice dropping.
“Expect a call next week,” Mr. G says, his tone serious. “Time to cut the head off this cartel snake for good.” He nods once, then vanishes into the night, the bar’s shadows swallowing him like he was never there.
The table explodes again, the Daddies whooping, the boys clapping.
“To Mr. G!” Max roars, and we all raise our drinks, the tension breaking into pure, raw joy.
Miles’ eyes sparkle, his smile wide, and I pull the boy closer, my arm around his shoulders.
“I love you, my brave Little Lawyer,” I say, my voice low, meant just for him. “And I’d love to live with you full time. You, me, Bean—our own place. What do you say?”
Miles’ breath catches, his eyes glistening as he looks up at me.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’d love that too. Forever. A million Forevers, in fact!”
The table erupts in cheers again, the boys squealing, Cole and Max banging their glasses, Henry and Connor joining in with whistles.
I cup Miles’ face, my thumb brushing his cheek, and kiss him, deep and slow, the world fading away. His lips are soft, tasting of milkshake and promise, and it’s like the rooftop all over again—us against everything, our love sealed, our future set.
The kiss breaks, and he giggles, his cheeks flushed, as the others keep cheering, the bar alive with our family.
I lean back, my arm still around him, and take it all in—the Daddies, their boys, the bond we’ve built through blood and fire.
Miles is my home now, my Forever, and no mission, no cartel, no Mr. G can take that away.
We’re together, unbreakable, bonded for life—and that’s all there is to it.
Chapter 25
Miles
3 Months Later
The late afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of our new apartment, painting the study in warm gold.
I’m at my desk, a sleek oak piece tucked in the corner, surrounded by case files and my laptop, the screen glowing with notes for my first big case.
My new legal practice—H Nadal Law, funded by a surprisingly generous grant from Mr. G—feels like a dream made real, a chance to fight the corrupt, the bullies, the criminals like Kyle Knox, who hid behind a humanitarian mask while funneling cartel money.
The office is my sanctuary, with bookshelves stuffed with legal tomes, a framed photo of my grandfather’s ranch on the wall, and Bean perched on the desk, his dark button eyes cheering me on.
The tracker’s gone from my waistband, the death threat a memory buried with Knox, but the fire to make a difference burns brighter than ever.
I’m deep in a brief, my fingers flying over the keyboard, when Travis strides in, a steaming mug of hot chocolate in his hand, marshmallows bobbing—pink, baby-blue, white, and yellow, just like I love.
Daddy is in a black t-shirt and jeans, his arm healed from the rooftop fight, that sexy grin softening his sharp features.
“Break time, Little,” Travis says, his voice firm but warm. “Daddy’s orders. It’s a Sunday, you should be happy I let you work at all today!”
