Epilogue
Rosemarie
Life was pretty great.
It had been six months since Bocca had come into my life and turned it upside down. I’d spend half my week living in Bocca’s room at the compound, and the other half at my condo in the city. I still had my job at the hospital and had no plans to leave. Sure it sucked spending a couple of nights a week lonely in bed, but it was worth it. The nights we spent apart only made the time we came back together more explosive.
Yes, the sex was still off the charts.
Yes, I loved him implicitly.
And yes, I wasn’t going to ever leave him.
Though things were a bit hectic, I was so happy and wouldn’t change a single thing.
I officially met the men that had come into my home in search of Bocca, as well as the rest of the club—his brothers, as he called them. I also got to know all their women and couldn’t say that I hated them. In fact, they became so much more than just friends. In the times when things seemed to get insanely tense around us, we came together and held each other up.
It seemed like overnight I had this huge, loving support system. The moment he brought me home, if you will, I felt what Sara Ann had tried to explain to me. I understood what she meant about these men.
I also finally learned about how good with computers Bocca was. When he unwillingly told me, I was shocked for a good long while. But it didn’t change how I felt or make me want to run away. Eventually, I understood that he used his hacking skills to mostly do good things.
Those things we didn’t talk about much. I learned really quickly that there was a code among the brothers and the club.
Club business was club business.
And that meant that I didn’t get to know about any of it.
It took me a while to accept this because I didn’t like being in the dark, especially when I could tell that something was up, but eventually, I did.
He took me to meet Ethel. I got the sense that she looked out for all of the guys. She was kooky, and that was putting it mildly. The moment she found out I was a nurse, well there came a slew of questions about random things. Things that I didn’t ever want to think about again. She was vibrant and lively, I would say that much. But I learned to love the old lady. She sure kept me on my toes and kept me laughing.
Bocca and I had talked about the future. While we both wanted that future to include the other, we didn’t see life as a race. We figured we had all the time in the world and right now it was about learning and growing together. It wasn’t like I needed a ring on my finger to know that he was mine.
Yes, we’d even talked about kids. And yes, we both wanted them. Them, as in more than one. Part of me was excited and couldn’t wait to see what our little offsprings turned out like. I also knew that once that happened, our us time would be cut down significantly. So, I was perfectly happy waiting on that for a little while.
I wasn’t worried.
What we had may have been crazy, but it was strong.
And when I started to feel insecure, all I had to do was look into his eyes to see that he wasn’t going anywhere.