Epilogue
Killian
“Mom, where’s my purple top?” Kyla cries from the top of the stairs.
“Which one?”
“The one that’s off the shoulders.”
“Off the shoulders?” I mumble to myself with a frown.
“Oh, it’s in the dryer. I’ll bring it up. Did you need help with your hair?”
“No. Hurry. Lincoln will be here any second.”
Who the hell is Lincoln? I click out of the email Liam sent me of a car he wants us to buy for a restoration project for his son. Scrubbing a hand over my face I get up from my chair in the office and go into the living room. Liri smiles at me and rushes up the stairs w
ith a basket of laundry. I watch her ass as she goes and grow as hard if not harder than I did the day I first kissed her. We’ve been married sixteen years, and I love her as much if not more than I did the day she said I do. A loud car rumbles down the street. James comes running through the front door out of breath and Conrad is right on his heels. We named the boys after our fathers. James, Liri’s birthfather, passed away about three years after Kyla was born. My father thankfully is still with us.
“You’re such a booger, James.”
“Hey, don’t call your little brother names.”
“He broke the wheel off my scooter. I told him not to ride it” He huffs and clenches his fist. “I’m going to pound his face.”
I grab the collar of his shirt. “We’ve talked about this, son. Stop, breathe, and think.” I sigh. The boy has my temper. He’s always getting into trouble.
“I thought about it. I still want to punch him.” His lips are pinched tight.
“Why don’t you go get the two of you some ice cream bars, and I’ll go out and fix your scooter.”
“Fine.” He rolls his powder blue eyes that match his mother’s and stomps toward the kitchen. “Come on, booger. Dad said we can have ice cream.” James runs out from behind the stairs smiling and chasing after his brother.
I slip my shoes on and go out to the garage. There’s a white Mustang parked on the street in front of my house. The driver’s side door opens and some punk with tattoos sleeved on both arms exits. He moves around to the passenger side and leans against the car. His face is full of piercings and he gives me a chin lift.
Kyla comes running out of the house. “Bye, Dad,” she calls over her shoulder. I watch in horror as my baby girl goes running into this punk’s arms. They wrap around her and squeeze her backside.
My stomach drops and Liri slides an arm around me and kisses my cheek. “Our baby is growing up on us.”
“The hell she is. Get my gun,” I growl. “I’m going to kill that kid.”
My wife’s musical laugh rings in my ears. “I’ve got a better idea, babe.” She turns my face toward hers.
“Hmm. What’s that?”
“I think you should take me to your room and spank me.” Her powder blue eyes burn through me, and I grab her hand. She doesn’t have to ask me twice.