Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Epilogue

Sas

Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, letting the darkness settle around me. Soft snores filled the room—Rafe on one side, Graff lower on the bed with his head still pillowed on Adelina’s stomach, and Adelina nestled next to me. Their breathing was slow, deep, the kind of sleep that only comes when exhaustion takes over.

But not for me.

I liked their peaceful sleep sounds. It anchored me, a steady rhythm to remind me of everything we’d fought for, everything we had at stake, and who we were as a... what?

Queen and her harem?

I almost laughed but didn’t want to wake our queenpin.

No matter how much I tried to calm myself, sleep wouldn’t come. My body was tense, my mind racing. I was waiting for the next hit, the next move. Things were too quiet, and I knew it wasn’t going to last.

Then the phone rang.

It cut through the silence like a knife, jerking me out of my thoughts. Adelina shifted beside me, her body rigid. Even in sleep, she was on edge. But anyone would be on edge, because phone calls in the middle of the night never brought good news.

I reached over, shutting it off without answering. The silence returned, but only for a moment. It rang again—this time more insistent, louder.

I sat up, my heart racing. My instincts screamed at me to pick it up, and this time I did.

“Yeah?” I answered, my voice rough, heavy with sleep I hadn’t gotten.

Ward’s voice came through the speaker, sharp and clipped. “Got a hit at my border crossing cams.”

My stomach twisted. Border crossing?

“To Mexico? What the hell?” I asked.

“Yup. Check this. Sending a video through,” Ward said, switching to a video call.

I set the phone on speaker and held it above my face. The screen flickered to life, grainy footage of a dark highway at night. It looked like security camera footage, shaky and barely showing anything.

“What are we looking at?” Graff asked and yawned, propping himself up beside me.

Ward zoomed in, slowing the video down. “Watch the bike.”

A biker came into view—a shadow at first—but Ward zoomed in further, focusing on the gas tank. I squinted as the image sharpened.

There it was. Faded, but unmistakable.

The rose.

Rosie.

“Fuck,” I growled, my pulse spiking. “That’s Wilde’s bike.”

Adelina sat up, her eyes wide as she recognized it too. Her lips parted, but no words came.

“He’s going after Bou,” I muttered, my fists clenching around the sheets. “Alone.”

Pushing up on the bed, I ran a hand through my still-damp hair, my mind spinning. Wilde, the stubborn bastard, had gone rogue. And not for the first time. He wasn’t waiting for us, wasn’t following his own half-cocked plan.

“Shit,” Graff said under his breath, already moving toward his clothes. “We gotta roll out.”

Adelina’s hand brushed against mine, her touch grounding me for a second, but urgency burned brightly in her eyes. Wilde was about to get himself killed—or worse, get Bou killed—if we didn’t move fast.

“I’ll get everything ready,” I said, already swinging my legs off the bed.

Ward’s voice came through again, sharper this time. “Be smart about this, Sas. He’s headed south. If you’re going straight after him, you better be prepared.”

I glanced at Adelina, who nodded, her expression fierce. “Ward,” she said, taking the phone from my hands. “Any of those mics and goggles still here?”

“Where’s the van?” asked Ward.

Adelina looked at Graff. “Park Ridge,” they said at the same time.

“Get someone there on the horn. Tell him we’ll be there ASAP and be ready to head out.” I ordered Graff, who fished his phone out of his pocket.

To Ward, I said, “Tell the guys we’re hitting the road.”

The call ended. I stood, adrenaline coursing through me.

We were going to bring Bou home.

Or die trying.

The end.

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