“Promise me no more secrets. No more lies.”
“I promise.” Immediately breaking it. I can never tell her about the woman she killed. I’ll take that to my grave. It was for nothing. None other than her mom putting her through some sick joke or trying to send Adam a message.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I get up, and she spreads her legs, allowing me to kneel between them. I’m still half dressed, but my wife is naked. Just how I left her. Placing both of my forearms on either side of her head, I slide my fingers into her dark hair, and I pull her head back so I can lower my lips to her delicate neck. “I love you, Charlotte.”
She groans, her nails running up and down my sides. My lips trail up to her jawline and to hers. She opens up for me, letting me dominate her mouth as her hips rise, begging me for more.
Pulling away she smiles up at me. “You still owe me that honeymoon.”
I return it and say. “Next…”
She slaps her hand over my mouth and shakes her head. “I don’t want to know next week, next month, or next year. I want it to be a surprise.” Removing her hand from my mouth, she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Whatever my Lady wants,” I tell her, already having a plan.
Things are going to change around here. Babies are on the way—not only my wife but Ashtyn as well—and soon this place we call hell will be filled with laughter and little feet running up and down the hallways. We’ve always said Carnage is no place for kids, but it will prove us wrong.
It’s not what I thought my life would be. It’s way more than I could have ever dreamed.
EPILOGUE TWO
HAIDYN
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER
Her bitch of a mother injected me with shit to make me live a long and healthy life. I’m not sure how much I took or how long it added to my life, but every time I look at my wife, my chest tightens, thinking of having to live a day without her. She has it too… but that doesn’t mean either of us is bulletproof.
I used to never care if I lived or died, but now death is often on my mind. The one thing I keep coming back to is if she dies before me, I’ll put a fucking bullet in my brain the day I lose her. But then I look at our children. They would need me. Our kids are strong, but to lose both parents on the same day? And one of those being due to suicide? I’d hate to leave them to the Lords to fend for themselves.
I’ve never been sick. Not a cold since they dragged me out of that place. Not a single gray hair. I’m in my home gym at least five days a week. I feel great, and I hate it. I push myself every day to do more and lift heavier—I’m the biggest and strongestI’ve ever been—to try to hurt myself but nothing happens. And Charlotte? She’s more gorgeous than ever.
She gave me three sons, and if it were up to me, I’d keep her knocked up forever. But carrying triplets wasn’t easy for her, even with the founder’s enhancements. She was on bed rest for most of her pregnancy, and the boys came early via emergency C-section. Devin and Gavin both assured us that wasn’t uncommon when it comes to triplets, and we knew early on that it wasn’t going to be a vaginal delivery. It didn’t ease my worry for my wife and children.
I had my vasectomy reversed two months after my brothers saved me. Charlotte and I have never stopped trying to have more kids, but it just never happened. Gavin said that it wasn’t a guarantee. That the percentage of it to take was ninety to ninety-five percent. Unfortunately, I didn’t have those results. That doesn’t mean I’m not thankful for what we do have.
Our house has been full of laughter and craziness. Raising three boys—future Spade brothers—hasn’t been easy, but I couldn’t have found a better partner to share it with.
All three of our sons want to join the Lords. Of course, Charlotte isn’t totally thrilled about it, but she told me she expected it. They’re all reckless and unapologetic like I was at their age.
“How is it?” I ask Devin as I stand with my arms crossed over my chest, looking at one of our demons.
“It’s looking good,” Devin answers, eyeing the stitches in my son’s thigh. “Healing nicely.” He rolls his chair over to the cabinet, and my son sits up on the table, then jumps off. He pulls his jeans up over his boxer briefs and zips them up.
“I told you guys it was no big deal.” He shrugs carelessly.
“Two inches to the left, and it would have severed your femoral artery.” Devin glares at him. “You would have bled out.”
My son’s blue eyes meet mine as he smirks, and I shake my head.That’s a boy in love.“You know your mother once stabbed me.” I chuckle at the memory.
His lips pull back with disgust. “Gross, Dad. I don’t want to know about any kinks you and Mom have.”
“You know they say sexual fetishes are hereditary,” I add.
He makes a gagging sound, and Devin just laughs.
“Come on.” I slap my son’s back. “You’re late for school.”
