Page 148 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Yeah, well, I’m proud of us all. We fucking killed it.”

We walk out to the garden side by side. All eyes immediately turn our way as Reese rushes over and grabs a fresh drink and lifts it in the air.

“To our future reign,” he says with a wild grin.

Abigail stands and rushes to my side. She wraps her arms around my waist as I pull her in as tight as I can.

“To our future,” I repeat before ducking low and claiming my girl’s lips.

Time for the next chapter of all our lives to begin.

Everything might be unknown right now, but one thing is certain.

Whatever it is, we’ll all embrace it together.

As a family.

EPILOGUE

Abigail

One year later…

“Cheers.” Tally hands me a champagne flute, and I take a sip, scanning the scene before us.

It’s obscene. The huge black gazebo in Christian Beckworth’s garden. The waiters all dressed immaculately in black and white. The flowers and balloons. The huge buffet table laid out complete with the biggest chocolate fountain I’ve ever seen.

No expense has been spared for the small, intimate celebration. Raine and I got our A Level results last week. We both passed with flying colours. Tally, Oakley, Theo, and Reese all survived their first year of university. And Elliot completed his internship, earning himself a promotion to junior paralegal.

We start at university next month and since it’s only a forty-minute journey, he’s going to work part-time at the firm with Christian while doing his law degree.

I’m so proud of him, of the man he’s becoming.

For a while, I worried that his father would make things difficult for us. But he didn’t. He let Elliot go—disowned his own son—and never looked back.

We didn’t either though.

We had a wonderful year of building a life together. Finding ourselves after years of pain and heartache. That’s not to say there hasn’t been ups and downs, there has.

For both of us.

But we give each other time and space and grace to make mistakes.

“Cheers,” I say, meeting my best friend’s smile. “This is… too much.”

“Did you really expect anything less? You know how the boys can be.”

Do I ever.

I glance over at the four of them, dressed to perfection in their suits. It’s only been a year but they seem so much older. Mature in a way that comes from them being thrust into a world of money and power and influence from such a young age.

Christian approaches them, squeezing Elliot’s shoulder as they shake hands. Tally’s father joins them, clapping Theo on the back, and the six of them laugh at something Oakley says.

“You okay over there?” I ask Tally as she stares at them, an unreadable emotion on her face.

“It still feels too good to be true sometimes,” she muses.

“Your father knows how much Oakley loves you.”

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