Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Julian,” she moaned, and then, she was coming, her thighs trembling. Her pussy tightened around me, then loosened, then tightened again as she flooded my cock. With a snarl, I pumped into her three more times, then came as well, growling her name and burying my face against her back.
“You’re mine,” I panted, peppering kisses along her shoulder blades and down her spine. “All fucking mine. And if you try to run from me, Solace, I will hunt you down. Every. Mother. Fucking. Time.”
She nodded. “Same goes for you,” she said, breathless.
I grinned. “Oh, doll, I’m not fucking going anywhere.” Easing out of her, I spun her around to face me, then lifted her, pulling her thighs around my hips. Her eyes went wide when I slid back inside of her, not nearly done with her yet. “You’re stuck with me.”
She moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “Good,” she breathed.
EPILOGUE
Solace
Mom laughed as the kids played musical chairs using the chairs from the tables in the main room of the clubhouse. It was Ink and Reina’s son, Elijah’s, birthday today, and all the guys had pulled the kids from school so Elijah could have a birthday party on his birthday. There would be another one this weekend for Elijah’s friends from school to attend, but today was just for the club.
And fuck, I loved how big this family was. And despite how I’d come to be integrated with them, as soon as Julian made it known I was his old lady—a term I despised so he used it as often as he could just to irritate me—they welcomed me and my mom with open arms. Mom even eventually moved into the clubhouse when Alex offered her the opportunity, and now, she and Claudia lived here. There was always someone around to help if needed, and Mom felt safe here. And I was able to live my life without constantly having to worry about her.
She had come a long way in her recovery after Julian took out my father, but she still suffered from PTSD and flashbacks, which led to panic attacks more often than not. But everyone was patient with her, and it just made me love this big found family more.
I’d never been grateful for fucking up a job before, but I was now. Had I not stepped on that twig and revealed myself to Julian, I wouldn’t have this. Mom wouldn’t have this.
We were happy. We were loved. We had everything Stewart had always made sure we never had while he’d been alive.
And to think that son of a bitch had even tried taking Julian from me. Granted, Julian and I didn’t even know each other at the time, but I refused to be sensible about it. I hoped that mother fucker was rolling over in his grave. Because not only were me and Julian together—fucking married, at that—but Stewart’s death had been ruled a suicide. They said he laid in bed and shot himself in the head. They pinned it down to too much stress at work, especially when it was revealed that Dukesuor wasn’t doing as well as he had led the world to believe.
My father had been in the midst of filing for bankruptcy.
Everything about Stewart had come to light—his bad business habits, abusing my mother, neglecting me. His involvement in the sex trafficking ring had come to light, too. The only reason I hadn’t been exposed for being his personal hitwoman was because Julian had made phone calls to make all of that disappear.
I didn’t know who I owed for that, but Julian told me not to worry about it. It’d taken me a minute to let it go, but I eventually had. I trusted Julian, and if he told me not to worry about it, then I wouldn’t.
“You good?” Julian asked, appearing behind me out of nowhere. Pure training kept me from jumping in surprise. His hands landed on the counter on either side of me, and the front of his body pressed against my back. He smelled like expensive leather, his teak and sandalwood cologne, and the smell of the barbeque pit. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to my throat. “You look lost in thought.”
“I’m fine,” I assured him. Turning in his arms, I rested my back against the counter and looked up at him, bracing my hands behind me on the counter beside his. “Grim gave me a new job for tonight. You joining?”
He arched a brow at me. “When the fuck do I ever pass up the opportunity to watch you play the club’s personal little reaper?”
He never did. He loved watching me work, and then, he’d drive us home on his bike to our apartment, where he’d lay me out on the nearest surface and fuck me so good, I couldn’t walk and I could barely remember my name.