Page 58 of Smooth As Whiskey

As soon as everyone left, we surrounded Holly.

The girls and I wrapped her in hugs, Adeline looked at her, “Whenever you need girl time, we are always here for you.”

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We had invited Holly to spend the holidays with us because she didn’t need to be alone.

Paisley was all she had left in the whole world.

Thankfully, she had decided to celebrate the holidays with us.

But I had a bad feeling about it.

We were going to have to keep a close watch on her.

And sadly, I had been right.

Holly hadn’t been able to cope with the death of Paisley, and I doubted that if I were to lose Irish and Maisie, I would have done the same thing she did.

She slipped away peacefully the very night after Christmas.

It was a month later, as I walked out of the salon, when I saw something sitting on the hood of my car.

Four white doves.

Mom Dad, Holly, and Paisley.

I didn’t have to second guess that or question it, I just knew.

I lifted my head to the sky, and I smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”

But that wasn’t the only thing that rocked our world, or rather mine.

No, after Irish had disposed of my stepfather, and the MC had killed the men, a certain someone showed up at the clubhouse.

And if I hadn’t been watching it with my own two eyes, I never would have believed it.

Love at first sight.

Whitt looked like he had been knocked on his ass.

Epilogue

Irish

As I held Coal and Adeline’s little girl in my arms, I looked at my woman, who was smiling as Maisie told her a story about her day at school.

Yes, Maisie was now in school, and since that fucking bitch of a woman hadn’t given a shit about Maisie, she was starting from scratch.

But every night, my woman worked with Maisie, and in no time, she knew all the letters of the alphabet, and she could count to fifty.

Which was why my heart broke for my woman.

We had been trying for months to have a baby together.

And last month, we finally broke down and went to see a doctor.

Sutton was infertile.

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