Journey (Soulless Kings MC: Marble Falls, TX #2)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

JOURNEY

Sex, sweetheart. Hot, sweaty, dirty sex.

Six months later…

“I now pronounce you man and wife.”

Cheers and whistles fill the clubhouse, where the wedding took place. Jackyl and Leah decided to hold all of the festivities here to make things easier. Wren threads her arm through mine and wipes her eyes with the Kleenex I made sure she had before the ceremony started.

I lean over and kiss the top of her head. “Do you wish that was us?” I ask.

“Our time will come,” she says. “But for now, I like where we’re at.”

We’re still living in the rental, but we’ve had one big change: a puppy. And when I say puppy, I mean a hundred-pound Great Dane named Zeus who doesn’t have an off switch. We learned the hard way not to leave the door to Wren’s art studio open at night, and we have to keep our trash cans hidden, but other than that, he’s fit in well.

“Can I get everyone’s attention?” Jackyl says, his voice booming with the help of a microphone. The room settles down, and he continues. “I know I was a confirmed bachelor, a lover of variety , but Leah showed me the error of my ways.” He moves his stare to me and Wren. “Journey, thank you, brother, for being a persistent asshole when it came to Wren. If not for your obsession, I might not have gotten to know Leah as fast as I did.” The crowd laughs as intended. “And Wren… I know you and Leah aren’t sisters, and Journey and I aren’t real brothers, but we’re all family. And mark my words, you two will be standing right where we are soon.”

“We’re good, Jackyl,” Wren replies with a laugh. “Don’t need a ring or piece of paper to know we belong to each other.”

“But you needed that tattoo,” I say, feigning indignation.

“Well, yeah. If I’m gonna be part of the Soulless Kings, a tattoo is only fitting.”

“She’s got a point, brother,” Crow shouts.

“And now that I’ve sufficiently shifted the attention away from us,” Jackyl says, grinning at Leah. “We’re gonna sneak away for a while. But feel free to liquor up and party! We’ll be back to join you soon.”

The two of them push through the room, accepting congratulations as they go, and I have no doubt their first hour as husband and old lady is gonna be… eventful.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask Wren.

“Nah. I’m good.”

She doesn’t switch nearly as often as she did before she ended Stone’s life, but it happens on occasion, so she’s careful under certain circumstances to keep herself in control as much as possible. I join her for her sessions with Dr. Young every other week, and they’re going well. The good doc seems to have forgiven me for my earlier transgressions, and she’s really helping us work through how Wren’s Dissociative Identity Disorder impacts our relationship.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her and head to the bar.

“She seems like she’s doing well,” Crow comments when I step up next to him to wait for Conner to take my order.

“She is,” I confirm. “How’s Addi holding up?”

Crow and Addi learned she was pregnant two months ago, and at first, she was pissed as hell because she worried how it would impact her ability to do her job.

“She’s coming around,” he says. “She was stressed for so long that there’d be blowback from the whole transport thing with Stone, and she’d just gotten past that when she got pregnant. But she had a long conversation with her dad, and that helped. For a man who thought so little of women, he sure has come around.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“Speaking of my better half, I better go track her down. She raced to the bathroom a few minutes ago, her face green. Morning sickness is no joke, J. And guess what? Doesn’t only happen in the morning.”

I chuckle as he walks away. Wren and I are in a good place, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t really looking forward to seeing her pregnant with our baby.

“What’s taking so long?” Wren asks from beside me.

“Sorry. Got sidetracked talking to Crow.”

“What can I get you?” Conner asks.

“Jack and coke for me,” I say. “And a Dr. Pepper for Wren.”

“Coming right up.”

“Is he ever gonna get his patch?” Wren asks when Conner steps away.

“No doubt about it,” I quip. “We plan on putting it to a vote soon.”

“Good. He busts his ass for this club.”

Conner got stuck with cleanup of the Wingless Angels bodies, and the dude did a phenomenal job. He was so quick and efficient, there wasn’t a hint of it anywhere in the news or on social media beyond what was reported about the ‘carjacking’ and Stone’s ‘prison break out’.

“He does, but enough about him,” I say, spinning her into my arms. “Whaddya say we head home after this drink? I don’t know about you, but I really want to be doing exactly what the newlyweds are doing right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” she counters cheekily. “And exactly what are they doing?”

I grin and then lean close to her ear. “Sex, sweetheart. Hot, sweaty, dirty sex.”

She cups my cheeks and presses her forehead to mine.

“Fuck the drinks, Journey.”