Then I smiled behind my hands as the judge said, “Finds you guilty on all charges.”
“This is fucking bullshit!” Brooke hollered.
“Brooke, you have forty-five years.” The judge leveled a look at her before turning to Nadine. “Nadine, you have twenty-nine.”
I stood up and walked out of the room with Neo, a huge fucking smile on my face.
When I got out there, I found my deputy in uniform standing there with his arms crossed next to his brother. Dean was on his knees looking out the window at a moose that was in the courtyard of the court building.
“Well?” Van and Gentry asked.
I threw up my hands and yelled, “Guilty, baby!”
Epilogue
Oh, I’ll make it weird. I’ll make it weird AF.
—Sage to Gentry
Gentry
Ten years later
“Real police interrogations aren’t as tense and scary as they look on TV,” I heard my wife say. “All of mine have been very relaxed and friendly. I got pregnant at one.”
Silence.
Dead fucking silence.
“Sage.” I threw my head back and laughed.
Sage shrugged. “I did!”
I threw a grape at her and it hit her in the side of the face.
“You can’t say stuff like that in front of your kids.”
She rolled her eyes. “They’re all the way over there.”
I looked at the kids, that were crowded around the food table with all the other kids from the Dixie Wardens MC family.
Walker stood a whole head and shoulders over his brother, Cole. Even though Cole was older.
Cole reached over and took a massive turkey leg and bit into it, and I could do nothing but shake my head.
There was no way he’d finish that.
“I mean,” Ida Bell interjected, “you could always just admit that she’s telling the truth.”
I pointed at one of Sage’s best friends.
Bernice, her other best friend, snickered. “She has a point.”
My wife chose that moment to lean over into my space and say, “You hear that? I have a point.”
I caught her by the chin and pulled her closer. “Give me a kiss.”
She came willingly, giving me a kiss that tasted like barbecue and Sprite.
