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

Epilogue Two

DYLAN

TEN YEARS LATER

She thinks she was ruined, but she never was. She just hadn’t come out of her chrysalis yet. She’s become my butterfly. A beautiful shining example of overcoming heartache and pain.

I watch her as she plays with all the kids on the large jungle gym area that has grown over the years. Our four kids play with the others, and Skylar walks up too. She’s attending UAF now at twenty and wanting to be a nurse. She’s already prospected and become a member of the Devil’s Handmaidens. But unlike her mother or aunts, she doesn’t have the desire to lead. She is okay just being a part of the group.

My wife, on the other hand, is still the secretary and still runs with them when necessary to rescue or help young people from human traffickers. She has made it her mission to go to local schools and talk about how easy it is to be taken and how easy it is to find yourself in a bad situation.

As for me, I retired from the Alaska State Troopers and went private with Thad, Reaper, and Titan. Our main goal was to bring Stormy home, but since then, we’ve helped with other cases and in other situations. I’m much happier doing this than I ever was with the troopers. I don’t suffer from the nightmares, and I’m home when my wife and kids need me.

I watch as my youngest, who is barely a year old, toddles around, trying to get her mommy’s attention. I walk over and scoop her up into my arms. Her beautiful olive-green eyes flash to mine, and she giggles. She’s the only one of my three girls who has their mother’s eyes. The other two have mine. We only ended up having one boy, and he was our first, Kaysen. He’s more protective of his sisters and mother than I am some days.

“Dada. Dada, wee,” Loana babbles, and I take her to the swing. I set her in it and buckle her in, then pull down the bar. I pull back the swing and let her go. She yells, “Wee,” and giggles.

“Thank you, my love.” Minuet wraps her arms around me from behind, and I pull her to my front and tuck her in as I continue to push our baby.

“I was afraid the other kids would knock her over when she was trying to get to you.”

“Yeah.”

“Think we can talk Vixen into babysitting so we can go home and maybe work on baby number five.” I slide my hand down her flat stomach. I’ve been trying to talk her into trying for another boy, but she thinks we should stop.

“Why should Vixen when your parents just pulled in.” She points toward the parking lot.

I turn to see my parents’ big truck with their fifth wheel attached. This is their last trip before they park it for the winter and head south.

“Hell yeah.”

“I love you.” She leans up and kisses me, and I take her lips, kissing her until I hear kids groaning and yelling “yuck” around us.

My life is complete because of this woman and my family. I’m so glad she chose to fight for us and come after me.

T hank you for enjoying the Devil’s Handmaidens MC Alaska Chapter.