Epilogue
Declan
“Damn it, Connor! Why is there pizza sauce all over my laptop?” Connor peaks behind the office’s door, his face set in repentance. “Sorry, man, I was eating a slice when Hunter called and asked me to look up some data.” Giving him a withering glare, I wipe my keyboard and look back at the screen. “Where’s your sister?”
Connor takes a seat in one of my office chairs and waves his hand above his head. “She’s out shopping for Sophia and Micah’s wedding present.” Exhaling deeply, I lean back in my chair and look at my brother. It’s been almost a year since Santana and I moved in together. Though Connor moved into a dorm, he still spends most of his time around our apartment. I can’t say it hasn’t been great because it has. After some work, Connor and I convinced Santana to hold off on working and attend school full-time. Because of that, she’ll be graduati
Declan – A year agoThe cell phone slams against the wall with a loud crack. “Wow, Outlaw. What the fuck?” I turn to Hunter with an angry scowl. “They fucking lost him, Hunter!” His eyebrows scrunch up in question. “What? Who?” I point to the now broken cell phone lying listlessly on the abandoned warehouse’s floor. “That was Cameron. Reaper and Savage had Kazik, but the bastard somehow escaped before they could take him. That’s why that motherfucker, Christoph, was not in this shitty-ass Brooklyn warehouse. Our mission has been blown.”Last night one of my contacts informed me that Christoph Kazik would be transporting a new shipment of girls. Everything was planned. We were going to swoop in and save those girls, but now everything is ruined.“We planned his capture, and the asshole somehow knew. Now, here we are with our dicks in our hands in the middle of nowhere.” I croak out angr
SantanaI place my palms against my burning cheeks as I watch the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen walk out of the diner’s doors. He was only here for a few minutes, but I feel like my world has fallen off its axis. It was just something about him. From the moment he walked through the door, he commanded the attention of everyone in the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. My body was practically vibrating with my arousal.Even though he was with a young guy who would have been closer to my age, I couldn’t take my eyes off his gorgeous dark hair, blue eyes, and brooding face. His six-foot frame and muscled body felt so good against mine. I almost melted when he spoke. His voice was as sweet as honey and deep and gravely.I don’t know what came over me. My nipples bead, and my sheath throb with the need to be filled. Sighing with frustration, I move back to the counter and begin to pile the dirty dishes. I can’t believe wh
DeclanA harried Hunter meets me near Priest’s garage door. He’s pacing in place and coursing his fingers through his hair nervously, so you know he’s stressed. “Sorry for interrupting you, man. But we found something you really need to hear. Go on back, Priest is waiting for you.” I nod my head and stride purposely through the garage. This is no ordinary body-shop. Priest owns a street racing garage. The garage is located in an industrial area surrounded by aluminum fencing. It’s about the size of a factory, but inside it is wall-to-wall steel with industrial lifters and equipment. There are at least sixteen cars in various stages of readiness littered around the large space. I pass by Priest’s prized black Tesla and make my way to his office.Several men in jumpers wave as I pass by. Once I reach Priest’s office door, I step in without knocking. “Priest, this better be good because I was in the middl
SantanaWhy is it that when someone dies, you can forgive their most grievous sins? However, when they are alive, you retain your anger and let it fester until it almost swallows you whole. I look at my stepbrother Connor, who is swallowed by his oversized sports jacket. His shoulders are slumped as he gazes down at the two caskets being lowered to the ground. He looks so young and desolate, trying to look grown-up. But he’s just a boy. Sadness overwhelms me when I see his trembling shoulders and tear-stained face. He’s only sixteen and has known only pain throughout his short life. I’ve tried to protect him, but it has been a difficult task.Now our parents are dead, and all I feel is a relief. What am I going to do with a sixteen-year-old boy? I think to myself. I’m only twenty-one years old. Don’t get me wrong, Connor and I have had it harder than most. Our parents were a train wreck from the moment they met. It was seventeen y
Declan- PresentI control my breathing and take cover behind a wall as I hone in on my target’s location. Holding my gun up near my ear, I listen intently for his footsteps to come closer. Suddenly, a figure darts into the open warehouse door. His footsteps echo in the silence of the empty, abandoned warehouse. I can hear the crackle of his shoes as he tries to stealthily make his way across the floor. Slivers of light slip through some of the broken windows managing to penetrate the darkness of the empty room. I watch intently as the shadow moves closer to my hiding place and let him take a few more steps before I take him. Collins is holding a gun in his hand as he runs his gaze around the room nervously. Before he moves past me, I reach for his gun hand and elbow him in the face. He falls on his back, holding his nose as his gun skids across the floor. Moving forward, I step in front of him and point my gun with its silencer at his head.The bastard rolls over
Santana“Connor!” I call out to my brother as I make my way out of the room. You’d think that after all of these years of caring for him, I’d be less disturbed by the thought that I have treated my brother like a baby. At this point, we’ve both established a routine where he turns off his alarm, and I have to drag him out of bed every morning. “Connor!” I call out in frustration with a solid shake to his shoulders. Anyone would say that an eighteen-year-old should be a little more responsible, but in the case of Connor, they’d be wrong.Groaning and yawning, Connor turns over and gives me a grouchy look. “What the hell San? What time is it?” I look at my cheap plastic watch then back at him. “It’s seven in the morning. Classes start in sixteen minutes. Get up!” He rolls back in the seat and gives me his back. “I don’t want to go to school.”Narrowing my
Chapter 7: Blood will tellDeclanOnce the Confradia men take Collins away, I stroll into the nearest bar, ready to wash away the sins of the day and find an even keel. A small part of me feels bad for Collins because his family was put in a precarious position. But another part doesn’t because he brought it on to himself. Taking a seat on a nearby stool, I gesture for the bartender, Ronny, to serve me a drink.Striding towards me, Ronny gives me a welcoming smile. “Declan! It’s good to see you.” He calls out with delight as he stretches his arm out. Ronny’s old biker with tattoos all over his body and thinning gray hair. His leather Harley Davidson vest strains around his muscled shoulder as he leans over the bar’s counter and shakes my hand. “Hey, Ronny. How are you?” Ronny shrugs his shoulders. “Same as always. Just pounding the pavement every day. How’s it going with you?” I shake my hea
SantanaI’m beyond exhausted tonight. All I feel is relieved when I get to the apartment. As usual, Connor is sitting in front of the kitchen counter with his computer in front of him. “Hey, Connor,” I rest my bag on top of the living room table. Connor nods his head but never looks up from the computer screen. Nothing ever changes. I think with an exasperated smirk. “What’s up?”Connor shrugs. “Nothing.” That’s when I see the picture on the counter. “What are you doing, Connor?” Connor picks up the picture and points it in my direction. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this picture all day. I mean, it doesn’t make sense. Do I have a brother? Is this kid my brother?” He asks. From the set of his shoulder and tight lips, I can tell that he’s going through something. He seems frustrated yet hopeful at the same time.“I don’t know, Connor. Maybe