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“Smalls!” I call out.
“Yeah, Prez?” he replies.
“Get over here and take this fucker’s pants and underwear off,” I order.
“Fuck,” Smalls mutters, but complies.
Ratchet shows Athena how to turn the blowtorch on and steps back.
“You’re not actually going to use that on me,” Kevin says as if he has a leg to stand on here.
Athena grins at him and holds the fire to his dick. She lifts her arm to her face, shielding her nose from the awful stench of burning flesh. Kevin tries with everything he can to move away from her, but it doesn’t work. The shrills that come from him make chills run down my back. I have to look away after a minute, because I start havin’ sympathy pain in my groin. He deserves every bit of this, but fuck. Imagining it happenin’ to my own is painful as fuck. It’s not long before Kevin goes silent, having passed out from the pain, no doubt.
A few minutes later, Athena shuts off the blowtorch and sets it down. She stands in front of me, her expression not changin’ in the slightest. I pull her against me and hold her.
“Ratchet, make sure he’s dead,” I tell him.
Ratchet grabs a knife and walks up behind Kevin. He slices his neck from ear to ear, lettin’ him bleed out. Athena turns to see, but quickly turns away.
“You alright?” I whisper against the top of her head.
“Yeah, we can leave now,” she says.
I kiss her head. “Good idea.”
“We’ll get this cleaned up,” Raze says.
I nod my head at him and walk Athena out. Buster follows us. He takes us back to the clubhouse and we instantly go to our room.
Once in our room, I run her a bath, bubbles included. She can’t have wine since she’s pregnant, but I get her a wine glass with some apple juice, and her favorite chocolates. I walk out of the bathroom, lettin’ the bath fill up and Athena is sittin’ on the bed.
“Are you alright, Goddess?” I ask her. She lifts her head to look at me, a smile painted across her face.
“He’s dead. I’m finally free of him,” she cries.
I move to her side, crouching in front of her. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “That you are. You’ll never have to worry about him again.”
“Thank you,” she says, still smilin’.
“What do you say you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?” I don’t know where that came from. It just spilled out of my mouth. But I mean every word.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She grabs my face and kisses me.
Epilogue
Bull
Six months later
The end of the year was a lot busier for us than any other year. Things are finally back to normal. As much of a normal as we can be for a motorcycle club anyway. Nothin’ new has popped up in regard to the cartel. Dealin’ with them made sure any other enemy knows not to fuck with the Savage Menaces.
After Minx’s baby shower, she and Raze found out there was a complication with the twins, called twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. It occurs when one twin essentially donates blood to the other. They got her in for surgery a week later, but unfortunately, Sawyer, the twin donating the blood, passed away. Minx carried both of them until she hit thirty-two weeks when she had a cesarean section to deliver both Miles and Sawyer. Minx and Raze were able to hold Sawyer for several hours after delivery. Miles had to spend a few weeks in the NICU, but was and still is doin’ great. He’s our little blessin’.
A week into the new year, Tink had her babies, Eli and Lilia. Eli looks like Diesel’s mini-me and Lilia is all Hollywood. It turns out Tink’s pregnancy was a heteropaternal superfecundation pregnancy, which means Hollywood is Lilia’s biological father and Diesel is Eli’s. Not that any of them actually care about that shit. It’s amazingly beautiful watchin’ all of them together.
Athena and I decided not to find out what we’re havin’ until the baby is born. We’ve tossed some names around, but nothin’ is set in stone. We’re roughly six weeks out until the baby is born and we’re both ecstatic.
Yesterday, I officially passed the president patch down to Raze. We had brothers from New Orleans and Arizona in to help celebrate, includin’ Saint. Ranger, Gunner, and Ratchet all handed in their officer patches to let the brothers vote on all new officers. They voted Buster as vice president, Shade as treasurer, Saint as sergeant at arms, Rascal as enforcer, and Hollywood as road captain. I knew whoever was voted in, the club would be in safe hands. I’ve said it before and I’ll stand by it. I have the best group of brothers any man could ask for. I’m happy for each of them and I can’t wait to watch them grow the club and their families.
