Page 124 of When Kings Fall

Spectacular as Levi would say.

I sank into it and let it all roll over me.

He’d done it!

Colton Sharp as Mythic Cry was the latest signed client of Rock ‘N’ Ruin, a heavyweight record label!

They specialized in representing hard-rock and alternative rock acts.

I grinned as he skipped through the parking lot, unable to keep still at all because he was so excited and hyped up.

His parents had taken off home to their villa in the City of Tolhurst, and the four of us were headed back to the mansion in Stonewell to celebrate in our favored down and dirty way.

“I can’t believe it!” he said, spinning around to face us and bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“We can,” I said.

“You worked so hard to put that act together and your performance was incredible,” Mason told him.

Levi slapped his back. “You deserve this, brother. You’re spectacularly talented and you’ve been working toward this your whole life, since you were a boy.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I have. Shit! It’s actually happening!”

We all wrapped ourselves around him, crying congratulations and showing him all the love and celebration that he deserved.

And now there was nothing dragging that down or dampening it.

Ever since the takedown of that psychopath, Malcolm Lynch, a weight I’d borne for six whole years had been lifted right off me. Taking him down like that really had made me feel like me and Levi had taken our power back that had been lost in that hellscape.

I felt vindicated in a way.

Lethal justice had been dealt out and Osiris and its maniacal leader was no more.

They’d been wiped from the face of the earth.

And now that dark and twisted time was fading into oblivion.

Now Levi and I were able to sever ourselves from it and belong to the present—and our plans for the future—instead.

It all took me over and I shifted position and held onto my boys.

“Here’s to the future!” I cried. “It’s now brighter than it’s ever been!”

Epilogue 2

~Levi~

Two Years Later

“Your pain tolerance really is spectacular. Jesus, brother.”

I blinked at the sound of Mason’s voice, coming back from zoning out to see him eyeing me as he paused inking my ribs with the best design fucking ever. Not just because he’d designed it and he’d really come into his own, creating some incredible artwork over the last couple of years that he’d been learning and working at Inked Zoners. But because of what the design represented.

I’d wanted to make it even more special by getting it done on my ribs.

Painful to the uninitiated and the experienced alike.

It was worth it, though.

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