Ruined (Devil’s Handmaidens MC Alaska Chapter #3)

Epilogue One

EPILOGUE ONE

MINUET

EIGHT WEEKS LATER

I look at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I twist this way and that. I don’t look any different, but I completely feel different. But that isn’t the point of tonight. We are getting together to celebrate Riddler’s first night out since she had Deacon two weeks ago. She’s still recovering and won’t drink, but she said she’d make an appearance at the saloon tonight. Plus, I have an announcement that I want to make, and I’m doing it in a big way.

My husband will be heading directly to the saloon after work. My husband. I sigh. Dylan married me exactly two weeks after he slid that engagement ring on my finger. He said he couldn’t wait any longer and wouldn’t wait because he’d already taken me without protection. I loved it. My family flew back to Alaska and celebrated with us and my found family. I love that my brothers and their wives all get along with my Handmaidens family. They know without them I wouldn’t be alive today. Vixen has taken my brothers under her wings and mothers them too, especially since my real mother disowned them too when she learned they’d been talking to me.

I look in the mirror again and chuckle. My outfit is going to set my husband off. He isn’t normally a jealous type, but he hates when I’m too exposed. This skirt is so short that if I bend over, I’ll reveal my bright red thong. I’m wearing my platform fuck me Mary Jane heels with ripped up stockings and a band shirt. I put my cut on last before walking over to my desk. I pick up the note and slip it into the pocket of my vest. Oh yeah, I’ve also got my hair in loose curls down my back the way that my husband likes it.

I make it into the saloon and walk up to the bar. Justine walks over and asks what I want. I ask for a Sprite with a lime wedge. She gets me the drink, and I take a sip as my sisters all crowd around me, and we start celebrating. I conveniently decline all shots and notice Riddler and Jinx watching me when I hear my real name bellowed through the bar.

“Minuet Butler,” my husband yells, and I smile sweetly at him as he stomps toward me.

My girls all stand at my back.

“What the fuck do you think your wearing? I can handle your leather, but that skirt is so short I could see your thong if you climbed on that stool.”

“Yep.” I don’t deny it and smile as I bat my eyelashes at him. I lick my red-stained lips, and the girls all step back, knowing what’s going to happen. I reach into my vest. “Before you start yanking me around, you might want to read this.” I hand him the slip of paper. It’s an ultrasound picture of our fetus. We are three weeks pregnant.

“For real?” he asks, his eyes shining in the light with emotion.

“Yep,” I say, popping the P.

“I’m going to be an aunt,” both Riddler and Jinx say as the girls all start whooping and hollering.

“Drinks on me,” Dylan yells before he pulls me into his arms and leans down to kiss me. “I love you, Frenchie.” He kisses me deeply as he passes his credit card to Riddler. He lifts me up and carries me out of the saloon.

The cool September night air hits me as he pulls his lips away. His long legs make their way to the clubhouse, where he makes love to me throughout the night, and I love him more.