Carmine (Rage MC: The Prospects #7)

Epilogue.

Molly – one year later.

I held my baby bump as I leapt up and screamed as Carmine hit a home run. Carmine jogged around the bases and high-fived Rankin, who was waiting at the last one. They hugged and laughed and ran off to the dugout together.

For Rankin’s part in blowing open what his coach done, he’d been let go. Carmine’s team stepped up and snatched him up. The game had gone ahead with more players volunteering than needed and two games were organised in the end. Both sold out. Most of the public had been horrified by Rankin’s old coach and his actions and come out to support Rankin.

Carmine and everyone cleverly played Rankin as brave for calling out racism within the ranks, and Rankin’s blip as an asshole was near enough forgotten. Three million was raised for Rankin’s little girl, and Phoe also watched her health and made sure she got the best care possible.

I was six months pregnant and huge. We’d got married after Carmine’s team had steamed their way into winning the World Series, with Carmine pitching a perfect game until the seventh inning in the last game. Everyone teased Carmine for pushing his luck.

Phoe was in heaven when we said we were getting wed at Rage. When we announced my pregnancy, she’d fainted in excitement. Drake hadn’t believed his eyes. With one excited grandma-to-be and a grandpa already building a baby Harley, this baby would continue his father’s legacy.

Drake was boasting to all and sundry that his kid was giving Rage a third generation of Legacies.

When I told Drake it might be a girl, he’d looked thoroughly insulted and told me to wash my mouth out. Carmine and I had gone for a scan yesterday, and Drake wasn’t going to get his wish. It was a girl. But we weren’t going to tell him. We’d let him suffer until the birth. Because, as I learned in the past year, that’s what a family does.

Fury – three days after the eruption.

“Lookie at that, brothers, Rapid City is burning,” I crowed as I watched the TV.

A fuckin’ volcano had erupted in the city I planned to conquer. Well, it could fuck off; that was my turf, not a volcano’s.

My idiot son peered up. “What’s the plan?”

The fucker. I knew he was going to challenge me. Volcano better think again. The asshole may be my last offspring, but I would bury his ass too.

“Time to move. We’re going to take Rapid City,” I said and grinned. My brothers looked at me and nodded. “Home is calling me.”