Page 45 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12

EPILOGUE

Twenty-two years later

– PAX –

“Damn she’s unstoppable,” I mumble and cross my arms in front of my chest.

Lyla sighs beside me.“It’s the name, there’s no other way to explain it.”

A low chuckle slips from me.“Come on, darlin’, are you really going to stand there and tell me it’s not your genes running in her blood?”

My woman huffs.“I might have boxed for years, and never retreated when a sparring partner, male or female, entered the ring.Though, our daughter loves beating people to shit a little too much.Look at her bloody smile.”

Yeah, I have to agree with Lyla, our daughter looks ferocious without remorse.Every motorcycle club has an enforcer, and our daughter happens to be one.When she hit eighteen Moxie Lynne became the first female enforcer of a Broken Deeds MC chapter.

It’s a chapter filled with third generation females.Queenie, Archer and Bee’s oldest daughter, founded her own Broken Deeds chapter.The daughter of Wyatt and Aveline became the VP.Every single one of us is proud as fuck, of course.

We’re here to celebrate the opening of their new clubhouse.The weather’s amazing and the barbecue was a success.Their backyard was filled with members of different clubs.Broken Deeds, Areion Fury, Wisely Dicey, and Blennies Hitch.The foundation of all clubs have given all of us one united brotherhood, no matter the colors we wear.

The girls cheer Moxie Lynne on and I take it as our cue to leave.Lacing my fingers with Lyla’s I pull her with me and head for my bike.Every time she hops up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, it gives my heart a jolt of excitement.

A thrill runs throughout my body, and most times, like now, it awakens my cock along with it.The night is still young, and so are we as I guide my bike onto the road.Instead of going left, the way to our home, I go right.

Lyla tightens her arms around me for a breath or two and I reach back to place my hand on her thigh to give her a squeeze in return.She loves riding on the back of my bike as much as I enjoy having her there.

The two decades we shared our life have given us a roller-coaster of memories.Raising kids, solving cases, our relationship, taking care of the house, everything life puts pressure on while living has brought us to this point.Our kids are living their own lives, the cases we handle aren’t as many or as high profile, allowing us more time together.

Late night drinks on the porch, long rides on the bike, spur-of-the-moment weekends away.We’ve only had five months together until we became a family.It’s why I took a few months off to enjoy our alone time.

Though, every minute spent with my wife feels like recharging my battery.She’s my flow of positivity when I’m down, and vice versa.Years of struggling through long nights with a newborn, repeating it a few more times only expanded our family and filled our hearts with love.

Remembering the good times outweighs the struggle, the danger, the hits life gives where you need a strong shoulder to cry on.Every bit of havoc is bearable when you have a counterpart who stands strong beside you.

Thank fuck for second chances.

I take a deep breath and feel fucking great to have the vibration of the biker underneath me, the warmth of my woman covering my back, and the road wide open in front of me.These are the moments in life I cherish, along with every single other one etched into my brain.

Enjoying our ride on the backroads a little while longer, we find ourselves on a spot with a load of privacy.Taking a turn, I ride down the small road leading to a small open space with one hell of a view of the city skyline.

I come to a stop and hit the kickstand.Lyla jumps off the bike and is fumbling with the strap before she takes off her helmet.I take off mine as she gives me a nice view of her lush ass while she stares at the city lights.

Throwing a glance over her shoulder she states, “I love spending time with the brotherhood, but this quiet personal time is fantastic.”

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