Page 76 of Chaos Luck Wrath

Taking the envelope out of her hands, Gage took a peek inside. “And this was inside?”

Layne nodded, unable to contain her infectious smile.

Reviewing the contents, Gage got excited as he saw the small object tucked inside along with a sticky note. He handed the envelope to Joey, who also took a look and his face lit up.

“Fuck, yes.” He leaned in and lovingly kissed her. Things were looking up for the future.

Gage greedily pulled Layne’s face away from Joey so his lips could seize her attention.

“It’s going to be a hell of a Christmas this year,” Joey set the envelope down as his mind began to pour over all the possibilities that awaited.

Layne giggled as Gage began to get carried away with his kisses that were now being showered over the side of her neck. Her eyes shone with true happiness as she had everything in life to look forward to. It was a happiness that she had never known before she gave her heart over to these two great men.

Despite everything they all had endured, finally all three of them were going to get their happy ending. There was nothing more Layne could have asked for than to have her heart bursting with everlasting love, and to forever share her life with Joey and Gage De Luca.

As it turned out, she really did have all the luck.

EPILOGUE

Layne POV

“So, that’s my story. That's everything I have to tell.” I look at the two agents seated across from me. Both of them have their jaws halfway to the floor. Perhaps I should have spared them a few of the more colorful descriptions. What could I say? Life is too short to spare the details of great sex.

One of the men straightens his already straight tie as a means to regain his composure. Clearing his throat he stumbles over his first few words. “Ms. De Luca…”

“Mrs.,” I correct him.

He tries again. “Mrs. De Luca, that… That was a very thorough recounting of events.”

I smile sweetly at him, reveling in the fact he is so damn uncomfortable right now.

His partner begins pouring himself what must be the fifth cup of water he’s chugged in the last hour.

“You asked me to give my version of events and spare no detail. Didn’t you?” I smirk, knowing I damn well went above and beyond what the Unwind and Unorganize Program was looking for.

On the day I called Detective Adams to inform him of my potential interest in the initiative, I was surprised to discover the commissioner himself had told him to not only expect my call but prioritize it. The detective swiftly put me in touch with his federal liaisons.

Several discussions on the terms of my cooperation occurred before we ultimately reached an agreement. Now, here I was giving these fuckers enough information to hit several criminal faction kingpins where it hurt the most.

Sure, I may have left out some details for those who were friends in the loosest definition of the word—allies if you will. I’m not stupid enough to burn all my bridges. I don’t have a crystal ball telling me if and when I will ever return to this line of work. The one thing I do know? This is it for me—for us—for now.

Mr. Tie-Straightener shuffles through a folder overflowing with multiple forms. “There is, um, just a few more pieces of paperwork to sign and then you can be on your way.”

Finally, his well-hydrated partner is put together enough to try and make light conversation. “How far along are you?” He nods at the large belly in front of me.

The asshole is brave enough to assume a woman is pregnant? I’m even more tempted to fuck with him. I barely resist the urge and give a glowing smile instead as I rest my hand on my bump. “Just entered my third trimester. It’s twins, so each week from here on out is considered a win.”

The man nods and seems to try and focus on the mundane details. “Any names picked out?”

I nod while rubbing my hand over the roundness idly. “Joseph Elliot, after the father, and we are naming our daughter Shannon Marie, after my mother.”

After pulling another form out of the folder, the man leading the discussion hands several pages over to me with a pen. “These all lay out the terms of your immunity and confirm you have fulfilled your end of the bargain by providing relevant information on the organized crime units here in Manhattan.”

I read over each word, scrutinizing the way everything is phrased to ensure that the government doesn’t end up fucking me over due to a typo.

Once I’m satisfied, I scribble my name at the bottom of each page before laying the pen on top of the stack.

“Is that all? It’s been a long couple of days on my back.” My wince as I shift in my seat supports my complaint. This entire process had been in play since the moment we realized the threats would never stop coming, not if my lifestyle didn’t change. If I ever had a shot at living a normal life, I needed to take steps to create it for myself.

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