“Meh. I worked out a lot of my rage with Ashley, and I wouldn’t like that anyway. Guns are so impersonal.”
I watched her for several moments, waiting for more, but it didn’t come. “Do you want me to get some blood for you?”
“No, not if I don’t get to kill them. It’d be weird to have random people’s bloody trinkets around your home.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. No. Um, I don’t know. I don’t want Trenton’s blood because I didn’t do anything to him, but maybe I should keep some of Ashley’s since I cut off her arm. Hmmm. I’d have to make something else with it. Bloody skulls for kills and what for significant injuries?”
“What in the fresh hell are you talking about?” Birdie asked exasperatedly.
“Nothing,” she called, narrowing her eyes at me. “Yes, get blood from both. I’ll make decisions later.”
“Will do.” I pulled her to me and held her tightly. “Part of me wants to thank you for not making that difficult, but the other part of me is wondering if you’re maliciously complying again.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“A good example would be when you were hospitable to Slit so you could excuse yourself and chop off Ashley’s arm. And before you say anything, I know you were sharpening that sickle when you pretended to be in the shower.”
“I’m maliciously complying so I can smoke your weed and rifle through your porn stash.” She held up her middle finger. “Bitch’s honor.”
I shook my head. “It’s in my?—”
She stuck her fingers in her ears. “Don’t tell me and ruin the fun!”
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pulled her finger away from her ear. “I gotta go. I’ll be home late.”
She grinned. “Is this my home too since I’m your Old Lady?”
“Yes,” I said, kissing her again.
“I’ll see you when you get home.”
EPILOGUE
KALANI
One Year Later
“Yes!” I squealed and excitedly tapped my feet on the floor when I finally received the confirmation I’d been waiting for. My surprise delivery had departed from Los Angeles and was expected to arrive in Hilo on time.
I could barely contain myself. The surprise I’d been working on for months was finally happening. But it was my wedding day, and I had a lot of things to do before my present arrived.
I never thought about getting married before I met Sugar. After my uncle murdered my mother because she didn’t return his love, I had a warped view of relationships—men were fine to friend and fuck, not love. Learning that my father hired my uncle to kill my mother and me didn’t help my perspective.
But then I stabbed Sugar and the rest was history.
He accepted me for me from day one. He never shamed me or tried to change me. Ultimately, he showed me that love isn’t evil. Fake love is, but real love isn’t.
A few weeks after the club dealt with Trenton and Ashley, Birdie and I moved to Kahakai. She was going to stay in Makani until she found a place to rent, but Coochie claimed her as his Old Lady, so she moved in with him.
I was content as Sugar’s Old Lady. I didn’t want to get married or have a wedding, until I overheard a conversation between Birdie and Charli shortly after the move.
“Do the brothers still get married?” Birdie asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Who’s married besides you and Cooter?”
