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“And then you’ll buy them from the person who bought them, for a dollar more than he paid. Everything’s on the up and up. The only one who won’t know what’s happening is Aurora, until it’s too late, but we don’t give a shit about her.”

“We certainly don’t,” Devyn muttered, shaking her head.

“That’s fucking brilliant.” Kingston started to chuckle, as if he’d needed a few seconds for it sink in. “My brother offered to do the same thing, but she knows him, and all of his companies are linked directly to him, so we figured she’d never sell to anyone that knows us.”

“Well, with any luck, she’ll have no idea what’s happening. And you’ll have your masters without having to re-record those albums.” She paused. “I mean, you still can. There’s nothing wrong with polishing up older songs, adding Devyn to the mix, stuff like that. And honestly, this deal could take a while to broker, so you’ll want to re-record these two songs as planned. That way, you’re covered when you start the tour, but a year from now, you should own your masters and Aurora can suck it.”

We all looked at each other and then Kingston walked over and gave her a big hug. “You’re fucking amazing, Sasha. Thank you. We owe you and your mom…something. I don’t know what yet, but it will be big and expensive.”

“I don’t need anything, and Mom will say the same thing,” she said with a smile, turning as Kellan hugged her next, followed by Devyn. I dragged myself out from behind my set to join them and then we all looked at each other.

We had a new band member, a new tour was on the horizon, the new album was coming out soon… lots of great things happening.

It felt like yet another new beginning.

My band.

My family.

My woman.

I really had it all.

I glanced over at Harley who was smiling, as if she understood and knew what I was thinking.

“I love you,” she mouthed.

I winked.

EPILOGUE

HARLEY

Paris, seven months later

Getting married at sunset in the Eiffel Tower was pretty fucking epic.

Legally, of course, Tommy and I had been married since early November, but that had been when we eloped.

This was our wedding.

Almost everyone we knew and loved was here, and we’d rented out one of the restaurants on the first level of the Eiffel Tower for both the ceremony and the accompanying dinner and reception. We’d had the ceremony just as the sun had been disappearing into the horizon, and now we were at a table looking out over the city.

“A toast!” Kingston stood up, holding a glass of champagne, and everyone grabbed one. “To two of my favorite people in the world. Tommy and Harley. My drummer, my business partner, my brother—I couldn’t have dreamed up a better partner for you. Harley, even through the years you weren’t around, you were still part of us. You’re family and I’m looking forward to seeing what mischief we all get into over the next fifty years or so!”

“Cheers!” Everyone clinked glasses and sipped their drinks, but I put mine down, glancing over at Tommy.

“Your stomach still bothering you?” he asked.

“A little.” I smiled. “Can we go outside for a minute? I want to tell you something.”

“Sure.” He got up and took my hand.

We’d gone all out with tuxedos for the guys, a gorgeous couture wedding gown for me, beautiful dresses for my bridesmaids, and of course, the cutest little suits for River and Jeremy. Casey had flown in, along with Sasha, her husband Anton, and their boys, Phoenix and Jackson. Kirsten was here with all of the guys from Nobody’s Fool and their significant others, and of course, the guys from Crimson Edge were on tour with Onyx Knight so we’d invited them too. Along with the crew.

And there was something going on with Wynter and Ross, but I wasn’t thinking about anyone but my husband tonight.

I had something magical to tell him, but I was also a little nervous.

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