Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“That’s good. It means Frost won’t be there,” he mused. “And his death is delayed another day.”
I rolled my eyes, chuckling. It may have been a long time ago, but Damien Frost hurt me, and that was something my guys would never forgive.
I rested my head on Liam’s shoulder, and then my arm around River when he came over, dropping a kiss on my temple.
So much had changed in the last five years since we faced our biggest threat. After Bane destroyed the drive, new alliances were made and new bonds forged, but all wasn’t forgiven.
Many people—former Brotherhood members and others—rose up to challenge the kings, as determined to topple them as they’d always been. And even though my heart stopped every time they went out to face those threats, my guys always came back.
They wouldn’t admit it, but I put their endless winning streak to the new and most important alliance they made, with River.
It took time, but a year after taking down Debra and her people, River officially joined the Merchants. So officially, he moved into the Fairfield, and brought all of his people with him—getting his second family off the streets and into the dozens upon dozens of empty apartments that were waiting to be filled.
Now I went to sleep every night under the same roof as all the guys I loved more than air.
“Are you two done slobbering all over each other?” Genny stormed over and plucked the cake box from my hand. “The birthday girl’s waiting.”
Taking Liam and River’s hands, we trailed behind her—smiling huge as Genny took out the one-year birthday cake, and set it down on her daughter’s highchair.
The curly-haired, brown-eyed beauty shrieked in delight as she tore into it, not bothering to wait for the singing.
I sighed, smiling at baby Marceline. Was that her birth name? We had no idea, because as promised, when Genny decided she was ready to have a baby... she went out and stole one.
Seriously, one day she simply went out and came back that night holding a two-month-old Marceline. She introduced us all to our new baby niece, and that was the end of that. No questions were allowed, and they were ignored when asked.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...”
But even so, we didn’t care. No matter what happened, we knew that Genny did not and would not steal a baby from a family who loved and wanted her, so however she came to be with our family, we knew she was right where she belonged—with all the other wonderful misfit toys.
The Cardinals. The Sons of Saint. The Scourges. The Prissy Sissies. The Rat King Crew. The Savage Princes. The Merchants.
Our family.
My heart burst looking around at all the people I loved most in the world.
“My family.”