Hoss’s Limits (House of Lustz #2)

Hoss Epilogue- One Month Later

We’d been back from our honeymoon two weeks.

Things over the past several months have been great.

My brother was serving a sentence for his crime.

I hoped when he got out in a few years, he’d stay away from the drugs and make something of his life.

Flint Reid’s trial was coming up.

His information led to the arrest of thirty others involved in the drug ring, including the boss and his top enforcers or whatever you called them.

They faced long sentences.

Flint’s would be shorter, but if he survived to be eligible for release, he’d die in a tragic prison fight before he walked free.

The Bratva would make sure of it, and if they didn’t, Mikhail knew a motorcycle club that would do the deed.

Thinking of the MC and Outlaw made me smile.

It took a while for me to work my way through them, but the four men who’d either physically or sexually hurt Cady when they dated had finally been dealt with.

I took my time due to work constraints and wedding planning.

The final one I visited last weekend after we got back from the Bahamas.

He’d been one who hadn’t taken no for an answer.

Mikhail had insisted he wanted to be there for those conversations, as we called them, even though he knew I was the one to mete out the justice.

I spent a full day with each one of them.

He egged me on with ideas.

When I was done, they’d never touch another woman again in anger or worse.

If I had my way, I would’ve maimed them for life and possibly killed them, but Cady had made me promise not to do either.

She said she’d rather they lived in fear.

With Mikhail’s help and that of his MC and Bratva connections, we left them in total fear of it.

We were in the process of moving Cady’s clinic to a new, safer location where she should be able to easily gain more patients.

She was bringing on a second vet and a few more staff, which would allow her not to work so hard.

We were trying to get pregnant, and she and I were streamlining our lives.

We refused to be workaholics anymore.

It took a lot for me to convince her to let me help her move and launch an expansion, but after a month of persuasion, aka brat and handler moments and the associated punishments, she’d given in.

I was now a silent partner in her clinic.

She warned me not to get used to it.

I wouldn’t win every battle.

I knew that would be the case.

Now that those men and the rest were out of the way, it should be smooth sailing.

Well, as smooth as it could be when your woman was a brat and you were a brat handler.

After all, tame wasn’t in our vocabulary.

I’d never want to lose my Cady Cat totally, and she told me she loved her handler and his punishments.

We were looking forward to what was to come and discovering if Cady Cat and Hoss’s Limits could be pushed to even more delicious heights.