Page 191 of Darling Psycho

Fuck.

Fuck.

A surge of rebellion powered through his body.

The blood of his father ran rampant in his veins. It was why he wasn’t worried.

Saint kicked the corpse with the steel toe of his boot and sneered.

He should have killed the asshole twice for ruining his night.

BONUS EPILOGUE

“To the past, present, and the future. The ride was worth it.” – Rider

Present Day

Rider stood with a beer bottle dangling loosely in his hand as he surveyed the active compound. Music, laughter, and kids’ rowdiness from all corners. Tables were set up, and food was being grilled. Old ladies were bustling, bringing out food bowls from inside the clubhouse. It was their first annual spring cookout. The tradition started way back with Jed and Helen and carried on to the present day to celebrate their past year and the year to come.

The business was booming, but so were their family lives.

For once, they were all on a good page.

The club had made a motley crew of kids over the years, and now they ran like wild animals, having fun with each other. One day it would be those savages running the club. God help them all.

At his side, while he took a pull from the beer bottle, Rider smirked, listening to Hawk’s vicious growl. What caused it? The VP and Rider’s best friend from a long time ago had his eyes all over Gia being hugged by Capone. It was innocent on both sides; those two were friends.

“You gonna do this every time someone gets close to her? You sound demented, Hawk.”

“I don’t like it,” he complained, folding his arms like he was seconds away from choking Capone. It didn’t matter that Capone was crazy for his old lady, completely enthralled with their twin boys, to Hawk, because he stepped up to Gia, Capone became a threat he had to eradicate from the face of the earth.

Knowing Hawk was infatuated with her hardly bothered Rider at all anymore.

Prince Charming was doling out jobs to the new eager beaver prospects, helped by their new patched brother, Slider.

No one questioned why there was a holy man at their shindig. Danny Murphy might not wear a biker vest, but in some weird way, it felt right to include him and his Irish spitfire in their festivities, not only because their kid was related to Marianna’s.

Their family was eclectic.

Texas and Poppy arrived later than everyone else. They’d been over in Jamie Steele’s territories doing a deal to buy up properties to flip. If anyone had told Rider over fifteen years ago when he was making moves to take the club from Rex that he’d one day happily break bread with another club and pool their resources, he would have laughed in their faces.

He got along with Steele, holding a lot of the same values.

Now Axel, from the Diablos, was a different story.

“Check out Tom Brady.” Hawk nudged him, indicating Arson laughing and roughhousing with a football with Erin’s younger brothers. Their firestarter looked like a different man to the one of old. Their brother no longer relied on a substance to get him through the day, not when he had his old lady to keep him right. Rider was bone-deep, happy for Arson. It could have gone either way and fortunately for them all, he was alive and well, now making out with his wife after chasing her around the grounds.

One by one over the next hour, his boys made their way over and plonked down on the small wall, legs spread out in front of them.

“Did we do this?” Preacher asked, “how did that happen?”

The boys chuckled. One answered. “Fuck knows, P-man, dumb luck, or some bastard was looking down on us.”

Rider would have to agree.

Grinder only smirked the grin a man got when he was happy as he watched his woman sending him sex eyes from across the forecourt.

They’d worked hard and amassed all the money they could ever want, by hook and by crook, walking a fine line with the law, sometimes blatantly stepping over it. They’d done atrocious things to stay alive. But to get their kids and old ladies, men like them, didn’t get that lucky by chance.