Page 59 of Dark As Coal

I shrugged, “My woman is safe and happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

And until the day I stopped breathing, that was my number one priority.

Epilogue

Coal

One Month Later

I stared at the picture that someone captured on our wedding day.

She finally had her proof that I was in fact a human and not a robot.

The photographer I didn’t know that we apparently had and on such short notice, had captured the moment when I saw Adeline in her wedding dress for the first time.

And my little minx just had to get an eight by ten printed out on canvas and hung it in the hallway so she could see it every morning, and every night.

We also prepared for the arrival of our little girl. Yes, we found out last week that we were expecting a little girl. I also made a mental note to stock up on more guns.

Because if she looked anything like her mother, I was going to need them.

Leaving the picture, I headed into the nursery to start building the crib we bought yesterday. Along with anything my woman’s eyes landed on that she wanted our little girl to have.

Because what my woman wanted, she got.

And this also sparked a conversation that we should have had years ago.

But that was just me and Adeline.

And… I finally shared what I did that brought money in.

Adeline had gone to her phone after I told her and pulled up those texts.

Coal - Getting justice.

I was a contract killer up until the first morning when she woke up beside me in my bed at the clubhouse.

And because Charlie was a smart motherfucker and invested my money for me, I never had to work a day in my life.

And neither did Adeline.

She was so joyful that she got to be a stay-at-home mom, that right in the middle of our garage after I had told her, and after I had put my weapons in a safe, she dropped to her knees and showed me her appreciation.

Ten minutes later because my woman had an amazing mouth and I was a sucker for her, I helped her up and then proceeded to eat her out on our kitchen table.

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I was walking beside Adeline through the early onset of snow, and laughing my ass off as she acted like a child. Sticking that delectable tongue out and trying to catch snowflakes, when I looked at the closed gate at the clubhouse.

It was to see the prospect, kneeling on the ground in front of a little girl.

A little girl in a pink flowered dress.

Everyone was behind us because we all planned to go out to eat.

It was then that the prospect took the little girl's hand in his and led her over to where we were all standing.

And the last words I ever thought were going to fall from the prospect’s mouth came out, “Says she’s looking for Irish.”

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