EPILOGUE
Jillian
SITTING AT MY DESK I aim for the basket, and toss the lid. Shit, I missed it again.
The months since everything went down pass by swiftly.
They found the rifle that was used in my father’s murder in Cross’s closet, with his fingerprints all over it. I was cleared and allowed to come back to work, but because I’m pregnant, I was put on desk duty.
It sucks.
I’m always bored.
I thought they’d do a full investigation on Frank’s death, but they didn’t. I guess everyone was just relieved he was gone. The news deemed it was a suicide. I think Zeek and his pull around here had something to do with that conclusion. He denies it though.
Frank’s remains were cremated, and Zeek scattered the ashes on his father’s grave. Said they both could dwell in Hell together, that with both of them being underground, Earth wouldn’t be so maniacal. I think Zeek forgets that Cross is still missing though. Nobody can find him, it’s scary and I won’t give up until he’s found.
“Deputy Oaks, can you book her?” I startle and push myself from my desk, my huge stomach getting caught and slowing me down. Having twins, you get bigger than if you were only having one. At least that’s what the books say. Thanks, Deluca family, that twin gene came from his side of the family.
Finally getting out of my seat I see Dolly. She’s wearing skanky clothes, and she’s handcuffed.
“I said I didn’t do nothing!”
“What’s the charges?” I ask Chewie, looking over the paperwork in his hand. Chewie was my partner for a while before everything happened. He’s a dope head, but I think he’s loyal which is all that matters to me.
“I pulled her over for speeding, and she fucking hit me with her helmet and tried to run.” He points at the side of his head, it’s bruised.
“Damn.”
“Yeah, don’t be nice to her. Make her wait for booking or something. You know what…just make her life hell.” He seems frustrated, his forehead wrinkled with anger. I can’t help but laugh.
“You got it.” Making her life hell, I can do. I am going to put her in the cell with the drunk who shit himself. I would try to be professional, but when it comes to four-star cunts, I can’t oblige by the rules.
“Hey, I got that info you wanted.” My eyes perk.
“Yeah?”
“So, it looks like the crew moving the drugs are taking the 405.” He places his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side as he explains his findings.
“The 405?” That doesn’t make sense, that can’t be right. I nibble on my lip and flick the mouse to my computer.
“What are you doing?” Ignoring him I pull up the map and point at the screen.
“No, that’s not right, they have rival gangs on that route. Stick to the 110, they’re going to take that route, I know it.” Glancing back at Chewie, he frowns.
“My informant says—”
“They’re wrong, trust me on this one.”
He inhales, and slaps the papers in his hand on the palm of his other hand.
“You got it.”
“Hey, you going to book me or what? Where’s my phone call, bitch?” Dolly pops some gum, her knees scraped from Chewie taking her down. Her eyes light up with recognition when I face her fully.
“Oh, I’m sorry I’m going on break. It’s going to be awhile.” I fake smile, rub my belly and head to the breakroom for a donut.
Zeek
“You’re sure?”
“Yep, said to take the 110, that you had rivals on the 405.” A proud smile creeps along my face.
“Thanks.” Hanging up the phone I gesture for Machete to climb down from the truck.
“You smell that, that is some grade A shit, man.” Machete smells his hands.
“Change of plans, we’re taking the 405.”
“Dude, the Gringos use—”
“We’ll be fine. Just keep under the radar, we got a trap set up on the 110.”
“Fuck. Alright, I’ll let the boys know,” Machete states, pulling his phone out.
“We’re not delivering until tomorrow, we got time to make plans and get armed,” I holler after him.
***
STRIDING INTO THE HOUSE the smell of food hits my stomach. I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m starved.
“Hey, babe!” I shout, throwing my keys on the side table.
“I’m in the kitchen!” Jillian hollers.
Jinx slides into the living room, and starts rubbing on my leg.
“Hey, Devil kitty.” Reaching down I give him a scratch. I still hate cats, I only like Jinx. He understands my hatred for his kind, and accepts that fully.
Making my way into the kitchen, Jillian is putting down a bowl of food.
“Baby, I told you I’d cook.” Grabbing her by the sweats I pull her into me, and hug her tightly smelling her neck. Fuck, I missed her today.
“I wanted to, it’s fine.” She cups my face with an oven mitt.
Reaching down I rub at her belly.
“How is my little man, and princess?”
“Ugh, sitting on my bladder.” She groans, making her way around me. Being a father scares the shit out of me. I have a stack of fucking books on my side of the bed that I am reading, hoping they can explain to me how not to be a fucked-up dad…but they don’t tell you how to do that. They just tell you what to do when putting your child in bed. No extra blankets, don’t have it too hot, no toys. It’s scary as hell, who knew being a parent would be more terrifying than being an Outlaw?
“My belly has been itching like crazy.” Her head leans back, and her eyes roll as she starts scratching the skin of her stomach. Grabbing her wrist I stop her.
“Go get your cream, I’ll rub it on there for you.”
“Oh, that would be amazing. I just can’t put it on like you do.”
She waddles into our bedroom, and I watch her hips that have spread over the last few months sway back and forth as her ass moves with it. Whoever said waddling wasn’t sexy clearly has never seen Jillian do it. Returning with a giant tub of cocoa butter, she comes straight to me.
Dipping my fingers into it, I lift her shirt and rub it all over her swollen belly. She’s only five months along, but she’s getting big. It’s only in her stomach and her tits, not that I’m complaining. Her ass has some extra jiggle to it as well, something I find myself loving more and more. Everything else is staying about the same size though.
“Better?”
“Much.” She exhales, and lowers her shirt.
Sometimes I feel sorry for her. There is no way I could go through the shit she does with those twins. They are definitely Delucas because they just hijacked her body, and took over.
Looking at my shiny hands, I look around the kitchen and grab a towel to wipe my hands on.
“I, uh, I got you something.” My chest constricts. I’ve never gotten anything for anyone. What if she hates it?
“Me?” Her eyes widen with surprise.
Slipping my hand into my pocket I pull out the rosary beads with the cross she used as a weapon.
She gasps, holding her mouth. She hasn’t seen the best part though.
“I was looking for that.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to tell you I lost it though.” She smiles, her cheeks blushing.
Her fingers thread through the pink beads, and her eyes widen and a cry sounds from them. A look of utter shock shapes her face, as a slight blush spreads through her cheeks.
“Zeek… is that?” She fingers the ring, and teary eyes meet mine.
I can’t help but smirk. Grabbing her by the hips I pull her to me, and brush the hair from her face.
“I know you can’t marry me, because in doing so you’d have to give up your job. I can’t ask you to do that.” She opens her mouth to defend herself and I cup it to shut her up. “I know the department won’t let a deputy marry a felon. I looked this shit up, sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean I’m not taking your ass off the market right now.” I lower my hand from her mouth to her swollen belly. “We made a family together, and I want to not only be a father but the man you deserve. That means stepping up and crushing my fears of commitment and knowing I can do that with you it doesn’t seem so scary anymore.”
I grab the ring and untangle it from the beads that have a sentimental value to us. “I won’t be easy to love, nothing about me is soft or gentle. But with this ring, I promise to be that man, and always be here. That when the time comes, I will marry you traditionally in some big ass church. In the meantime, I’m going to piss you off and spoil you every day. I’m going to build you a big house so we can fill it with the kids we’re going to make.” I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her hair. “I’m going to make love to you, and fuck you as much as I possibly can and I promise to never hold back.” My eyes focus on hers, her mouth parted as she takes me in. “I promise to give you everything I am, Rookie.” Releasing her hair I lower my head to hers, and kiss her forehead.
My shoulders feel lighter expelling all my feelings for her. I only recited the shit ten times to Felix and the guys. They only laughed in my face a few times. I can’t wait for them to go through this shit. “Will you let me do those things? Will you let me take care of you?”
Slowly she leans her head back and pins me with watery eyes. My heart beats with every second that she doesn’t respond, nervous she’s going to laugh at my weak proposal. Shit, I should have waited until I could actually marry her.
“Yes. Yes, I want all of that. I want you,” she whispers, and I exhale the breath I was holding. “You get me, you get everything about me and I love you so much I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” A single tear slips from the corner of her eye, and I can’t help but soak it up with the pad of my thumb.
“We’ll have a ceremony wherever you want, and you can get dressed up. Just like a real wedding but without the legal crap. I wish I could do more, but…”
“No, this is perfect.” She slides the three carat, princess cut ring onto her finger. It fits, thank God. I had to put one of my skull rings on her finger in the middle of the night and try and describe to the jeweler where her finger came to within mine. I’ve planned heists that weren’t that complicated.
“I love it.”
I smile like a fucking fool.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” She nods her head eagerly. “And the rosary,” she laughs, threading them through her fingers.
“I thought with the story behind them, it would be…I don’t know, sweet or something.” I shrug. “I thought about proposing at a restaurant or something fancy, but this is where we became us…where all our secrets started, so I thought it would be perfect.”
She cups my cheek, her ring sparkling. “It was perfect.” That’s a damn relief.
Stepping up behind her I dig my fingers into her hips. “God, I fucking love you. How can someone like me, get so lucky to have someone like you?”
She turns in my hold. “I could say the same about you.”
I kiss her, hard. Nearly knocking her off her feet and she giggles.
“Dinner is done,” she whispers and points at my spot at the end of the table. Turning I see a plate of steaming food. I had plans to fuck her after I proposed to her, but seeing she’s been in here cooking I’m not about to let it go to waste.
“Alright, but after we eat, I’m fucking you on that table.” My brows raise as I head for the seat.
She smiles, practically fucking glowing as she bats her lashes at me.
This, I fucking love this. The idea of a domestic life scared the shit out of me before, but knowing I can be an outlaw by day, and her man and a daddy by night. It’s the best of both worlds.
A lot of people don’t know how Jillian and I can be together and live in opposite worlds. When Jillian got her job back she and I came to an agreement…she doesn’t bring work home, and I don’t bring club business home. We keep them separate.
However, I know the little shit is trying to catch me. It’s who she is, I don’t know what she would do if she actually did catch me though. Probably laugh in my face and say I told you so, right before I got released by their new Lieutenant. It doesn’t matter though, because she’ll never catch me.
The chase is fun though, and it makes the sex that much fucking hotter.
Sitting across from me she stabs a piece of asparagus with her fork, smiling at me while she chews. I can’t help but smile back while I bite into a bread roll.
“How was work? You help catch the fuckers you were after?” I ask.
Her cheeks flush, as she pushes food around in her mouth.
“Not yet, but we will.”
I chuckle silently, chewing hard.
THE END