Page 63 of Providence

Sammie grumbled, and I tousled his hair as he stomped past. Such a serious kid, always trying to keep Cara in line. One day he’d realize that the more he told her not to do something, the more she wanted to do it. She already went to school with a bunch of the shifter kids, and they got up to so much mischief that I was worried I’d have to bail her out of jail before she was ten. I saw gray in Marco’s stubble the other night, and I was fairly sure that was all Cara’s fault.

Dippy came over and kissed me, and I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Madoc reached up to snap my eyepatch, his glorious baby giggles at my mock growl making my heart light.

“How’d it go?” she whispered, and I sighed. It went about as well as could be expected. There’d been yelling, disbelief, anger. But from the older members, there was understanding. I was beginning to think that a lot more of them were like Trigger, who knew more than they’d let on. But they’d kept their mouths shut. Had never mentioned it. That was the way with the MC. We were family, and you protected family. I would miss that camaraderie.

But these guys, my Horsemen. Killer. The love of my life. We were ride or die. We were forever and eternity, and that filled up the hole that no longer being President of Damnation MC would leave behind.

“It went fine. It’ll take them time to adjust, but Trigger’s got this. I know he can do it. It’s going to be a tough few months for him though.”

She nodded, a frown line marring her perfect beauty. No, not marring. Enhancing. Because there was nothing that could dull her beauty for a moment. “I want the Damnation tattoo.”

I lifted an eyebrow, and Cara whooped in the background. Sammie pouted, until Dippy bent down and opened her arms. He begrudgingly walked into them and she hugged him tight. “You are the best big brother in the world, Sammie. But she’s a wild heart, and she can’t be caged. You just have to be there to pick her up when she falls down. Mend her when her wings break. But you always gotta set her free again.”

Sammie sighed and nodded, world weary already. Such an old soul, that one. With one last tight squeeze, she stood and grinned at Cain. “You going to do the honors?”

He smiled, coming over to kiss her. “As if I’d let anyone else put their hands on your delectable body,” he whispered against her lips. “Get in the chair. We’ll do it now.”

She squealed as she unbuttoned her jeans and pointed to her hip. Honestly, my brain blanked a bit when I saw the smooth, golden flesh of her stomach, and the lace edges of her underwear.

I shifted uncomfortably, reminded my dick that there were children present, and tried not to look at Dippy like she was a meal. Judging by the glint in her eye, I was failing pretty hard.

As Cain free-hand tattooed her with the Damnation Horse, I shook my head, wondering how the fuck we’d gotten so lucky. Somehow, we’d gotten two chances at love. At creating the perfect life. It hadn’t been because we were good. We were bad to the core. But somehow Fate, that cruel bitch, had decided we were worth something. Because while Serendipity was getting our brand on her body, she’d already placed hers across our hearts.

The End

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