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“Hopefully they’re all innocent then, I’ll need people to run the funeral home. What a busy night for acquisitions it’s been for the Bartashevs” he smirks and gently leads Svetlana toward the door, the woman still smiling goofily at Mira.

The door shuts behind them and we all look at each other.

“Sorry Nana but how goddamn fucking cool was that!? The hostage situation and Gus being all covert and then the Landrys off sneaking around and then she wentunhingedand THEN youall came in and things got tense and then Pops Chuck Norrised the gun outta her hand AND got Rider shot in the butt - “

Chewy, Jules and the three Landrys interrupt her roll, dragging six unconscious men onto the floor.

Mira doesn’t say a word. No, she just points. “Weeeeeee! And that! Ohmygod I need to write this down.”

“Well, good to see that she hasn’t been left traumatized by the situation,” Marx says dryly.

Judge snorts, slapping me on the back. “Good luck with that one, brother.”

“No luck needed.”

Epilogue

Mira

“You know, I still can’t believe we had all that serious shit go down and we only got to kill one measly person. One. AND he basically killed himself with his terrible lifestyle,” Pops grumbles.

“You know we’re not a 1 percent club, right? We’re actually just good guys trying to do good things and stay on the right side of the law. It’s you lot-” Jimmy waves his arm at the Tombs family, “That apparently do all the dirty work around here.”

“Damn straight kid,” Pops boasts, delivering Jimmy a cold drink to his position on the couch.

His recovery has been long, what with being shot in the gut, and he’s been spending a lot of time in the common room which has been nice. It turned out that no one really knew that much about Jimmy as he always liked to be posted at the gates, but after spending time with him it’s clear to see how much he loves being part of the club and how good the club has been for him. Apart from the shooting. Mustn’t forget that.

“So, Mira, have you managed to finish your book?” Lovely asks, bouncing baby Bee on her knee.

“Yes I have! I typed the last words two days ago and it’s with my editor. Early reviews from her are that this one will be a huge hit!”

All my ladies, my girl gang let out whoops and Blanche puts her fingers in her mouth and lets out a long, loud whistle.

“We should celebrate! Pops, you know what to do!” Chewy says, giving her grandfather finger guns. He looks excited, almost too excited, so I know this is going to be epic.

He does something on his phone, then something else, then he looks up, all giddy, “The party starts in ten minutes! Ladies, you might wanna go freshen up, put on something a little dressy. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

How intriguing! I rush to Tyson’s room, to the right side of his closet where he cleared out a space for my belongings. It’s been a month since the whole crazy Lana thing and I’ve pretty much moved in. Tyson is happier to stay at the clubhouse, close to his family rather than at Nana’s. It’s fine with me, I’m just happy being wherever he is.

I throw on a cute dress covered in cartoon cowboys and horses, my purple cowgirl boots and fluff my curls up. Not only does my larger body feel great in this outfit, but I know that Tyson loves it. The last time I wore it we never even made it to our date, instead he took me to some remote lookout and made me ride him like a cowgirl on the back of his bike. I sigh a little, then pat my boobs, looking for my notebook. I’ll be adding that scene to my next MC book methinks.

“Mira! It’s party time!” Mama Debs calls down the halls so I head back out, only to come to a complete stop at the mouth of the hall.

“Surprise!” Pops and Chewy yell.

There, standing in the common room, are seven men dressed like my book characters. There’s even a Guardian of Galaxisthere, a huge, ripped guy painted blue. “Holy cheese and rice,” I whisper.

Remy comes rushing over, linking her arm in mine, “Guess what? They’re strippers too!” She squeals then tugs me closer to the action.

Lovely looks like she’s having a nice conversation with my Motorcycle Club character, Grimm, and Nat is busy shaking a wad of bills at my ex-military man turned vigilante investigator John Preacher, asking him to investigate her boobs.

It’s almost surreal seeing men I made up in my brain, in real life. I mean, I know they aren’t the real thing, but holy moly does Pops have an eye for detail.

“Hit the music, Niko!” Pops yells out and Ginuwine’s Pony starts blasting over the speakers, the bass rushing through my body.

The men move away from the Ol Ladies and start gyrating to the music, some of them removing items of clothing, others, like my alien who is already mostly naked, just move obscenely to the beat.

Jimmy’s face is beet red as he’s stuck on the couch watching the whole thing play out. Poor kid even lets out a little meep as John Preacher starts thrusting in his direction.

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