“That’s because it is, you motherfuckers.” My eyes widen at the sound of Omar’s voice. With everyone standing in the way I can’t see him but I know that cynical voice from anywhere. “Told you, asshole, that I’m gonna get what’s mine,” Omar sneers, and then the sound of a gun going off causes me to scream.
Everything else seems to happen all at once. The guys drop Emilia’s body to the ground and Isaac jumps for Omar. The two of them end up on the floor and the gun is knocked out of Omar’s hands.
“Motherfucker,” Isaac snarls, slamming his fist into Omar’s face.
I wiggle against the restraints wanting to get out of them. Tears well in my eyes as I notice the blood out of the corner of my eye. The blood belonged to Emilia.
“Brother, that’s enough for now,” Burner says, pulling Isaac off of Omar. “Go to your woman. You can finish this shit later when she’s not having to witness this shit.”
Isaac nods and turns toward me. He pulls out a pocket knife I’d seen him put in his pocket earlier. He uses the blade and cuts through the ties holding me. Soon as my wrists are free, he closes the knife and tosses it to the side and lifts me up into his arms.
“Close your eyes, Sweetness,” he murmurs into my ear. Isaac turns us and starts walking past everyone. I do as he says so I don’t have to see everything fully.
“It’s over?” I ask.
“Yeah, Amaya, it’s over,” Isaac mutters and presses his lips to the side of my head.
“Thank you,” I whisper and lean my head against his chest as he carries me out of the house.
“Told you, Amaya, you’re mine and I’m not about to let you go. You and Linc are the best things to happen to me. He might not be yours by blood but you’re a damn fine woman for him to have in his life and as far as I’m concerned you’re the only momma he needs,” Isaac states as he places me on my feet.
“But what about Emilia?” I can’t help but ask.
“Sucks ass she’s not gonna suffer in that hole but I can’t say I’m sorry she’s dead. She got what she deserves and it’s not my problem. And it’s not yours either. She fucked with the wrong people. Including Omar. You play with fire you get burned. She did it and she ended up paying with her life for it.” He shrugs.
I take a moment to let his words sink in. I’ve known Emilia my whole life, yet at the same time, I didn’t know a thing about her. How she could be such a horrible person to not only want to harm her own child but to kill people for the rejection she felt at Isaac not being with her. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the way her mind worked but it’s over now and I can move forward at least somewhat. I still have a bounty out for me from the Supreme Masters and I know they won’t back down.
“Come on, Sweetness, let’s go get our boy,” he announces and guides me to his truck pulling me from my thoughts.
Our boy.
I like the sound of that.
Epilogue
Venom
Two weeks later
“Stop scratching at it,” I order Amaya as she messes with the tattoo healing on her arm.
“I’m not scratching, I’m rubbing around it. This itches,” she complains, throwing her attitude in there as well.
After everything went down at the house, I thought she’d end up trying to run but I didn’t have anything to worry about. Amaya is mine and has stayed by my side the entire time. The only time she hasn’t been in my sight is when I’d gone into the pocket with the rest of my brothers and ended Omar’s life.
That night we’d had church and filled everyone in on what was going on with the Supreme Masters. We still didn’t know much but we were working on it.
Before Burner left, he’d done some tattoos for those who wanted them, including the one now branding Amaya’s upper arm. A snake sticking out of a skull with its mouth open showing its fangs is perfect for her. In my eyes, it shows that she’s fierce and will attack if need be. However, she’s protected by me and that snake on her arm is my symbol and says loud and clear to back the fuck off my ol’ lady.
“It’s gonna itch, it’s healing. Now come on, we gotta get outside, members of the Inferno’s Clutch MC should be here any minute and I need to get out there,” I tell her.
Which I did. Lyrica had the baby the other day. A boy who Tracker and Victoria named Jason. I thought Lyrica would have changed her mind, but she’d signed papers right after pushing him out and refused to look at him. She’s still having to be sedated due to everything. I don’t know what all those men did to her but she’s struggling with it.
Yesterday, Stoney spoke with Chains and they were headed up here. I only hope this doesn’t cause complications since I’ve noticed that one of the men who came with Hammer keeps a close eye on her whenever she’s around. He’d even stood in the room with her when she’d delivered Jason.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she mutters and puts her brush down. All of her stuff and Lincoln’s is here in my room for the time being. Whip and I are having to do some remodeling to the house. And since we like it so much and it’s got plenty of room in it, we decided to buy it, figuring we’d remodel and make it spacious enough that we could share it. Even if Whip finally got an ol’ lady.
He claims it won’t happen but I’m betting it will sooner rather than later.
Taking Amaya’s hand in mine, I pull her from the
