Page 88 of Devil's Queen

“She’s yours, Remy.” Cheyenne tosses me a set of keys. I catch them in midair, unable to tear my gaze from them. “You can keep her, or you can sell her.”

“I’m keeping her.”

I feel a surge of gratitude and emotion welling inside me as I take hold of the keys. This stolen motorcycle, once a symbol of chaos and destruction, has now been transformed into a phoenix rising from the ashes. It represents not only the revival of Papa Midnight Motors but also my personal journey.

Cheyenne places a comforting hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding me in this moment. “You’ve rebuilt more than just a shop, Remy. You’ve rebuilt yourself, too,” she says softly. “It’s good to see you so happy.”

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I realize the truth in her words. The challenges I’ve faced and the pain I’ve endured have only forged me into someone stronger and more determined than ever before. And now, with this renewed shop and my sisters by my side, I know nothing can break our spirits.

“Aww, we missed the surprise,” Tinley calls from the entrance. Harlow, Marissa, and Maya are behind her. They file into the building, joining us by my new ride. “Isn’t she pretty?”

“I don’t know what to say.” I sob.

“You don’t have to say anything, Remy. This is our way of saying thank you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“For giving us what we all needed at our most desperate hours. A home. A family. You made us who we are,” Tinley answers.

Tears stream down my face as I listen to Tinley’s words. It’s true, we’ve all been through so much together, and it’s the bond we share that has brought us to this moment. We’ve created a sisterhood, a family that goes beyond blood. And it’s in this family that we find strength and support.

As we stand there, surrounded by the newly revitalized shop and the symbol of my personal transformation, I feel a surge of determination coursing through me. Papa Midnight Motors is more than just a business, it’s a beacon of hope for our community. It’s a place where broken souls can be restored, dreams can come alive, and you can find second chances and safety.

I take a deep breath, grounding myself in this moment of triumph. It’s been a long journey filled with setbacks and obstacles. But in the face of adversity, we’ve learned to rise stronger than ever before. And now, as I look around at my club sisters standing beside me, I know that together, we can conquer anything.

“This is just the beginning,” I say with determination. “A new era is upon us now, not only for the business but for the Voodoo City Queens.” I reach into my back pocket, pulling out the document I had drawn up by my lawyers while I had been away.

“This isn’t just my shop anymore. It’s ours.”

I hand the paperwork over to Tinley first. Her eyes scan the paper line by line. “You’re giving us all partial ownership in the shop?”

“Yes.” I smile.

Tinley’s eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting in disbelief. “Remy, this is… this is incredible,” she stammers, her voice filled with awe and gratitude.

Marissa and Maya lean in, their curiosity piqued. Tinley passes the document to Marissa, who reads it with growing excitement. “Are you serious?” she exclaims, unable to contain her joy.

Maya quickly takes her turn, her eyes scanning the words on the paper, a smile gradually spreading across her face.

Once everyone has had a chance to read the document, they all look at me in astonishment.

“Remy, we can’t accept this,” Harlow says softly, her voice laced with concern.

I shake my head, determination shining in my eyes. “We’ve built this sisterhood together, and I believe it’s only fair that we share in its success.” I pause for a moment before continuing, my voice steady and resolute. “This is more than just a shop now, it’s our legacy. And I want each of you to have a say in shaping its future.”

“This is your shop. This should be going to Beaux,” Cheyenne argues.

“My portion will go to Beaux and Birdie.”

Tinley steps forward, placing a hand on my arm. “Remy, we don’t know how to thank you enough. You’ve given us so much already.”

I reach out and take Tinley’s hand in mine, looking into her eyes with unwavering conviction. “You don’t need to thank me,” I say firmly. “We’re family, and family takes care of each other. None of this would be possible without my family.”

The entrance swings open again. Giggles echo from the side door as Rex escorts Mama and the kids into the building. We’d planned to come together, but I’d left long before they’d gotten up.

Mama’s eyes go wide. They join us all, the laughter of my family, blood and chosen, filling up the space.

Rex steps toward me, drawing me into his embrace with a gentle kiss. “Where’d you go off to this morning?”

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