Page 15 of Striker’s Foul (Shiver of Chaos #3)

AMELIA

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

“ C ongratulations,” everyone yells, and I can’t stop the tears or hold back the flood of emotions rushing through my system.

My family—Jude, Julian, Les, Leticia, Ridley, Leif, and everyone from the club—is here as Luke and I step through the clubhouse door.

“Who’s manning the roadhouse?” I ask my trusted workers.

Leticia isn’t just my manager; she’s my right hand. Les is making a name for herself. Blythe has written a couple of articles about the Southern-trained chef who can compete with the men in the pit.

“Don’t worry about it. I have it taken care of.” Leticia chuckles as she hands me a gift. “You need to focus on you and those babies.”

I rub my hand over my belly. I’d wanted a girl, but Luke says he needs more than Jude’s help with a daughter. So the twins are coming first. The crazy man thinks I’m going to get pregnant again after this. Little does he know, I’d have as many babies as he’ll give me.

After all the evidence against Harold came to light, his mistress was found guilty of murder for her role in my mother’s death.

She also had several other charges against her.

Luke was shocked to learn that Harold was behind his father’s death, and the guys discovered his mother had been murdered by a man Harold paid off.

Luke and I both got some counseling, which helped me heal from everything I went through after shooting Harold and the explosion. The attacks against us stopped, and the man who planted the explosives in my car was identified and arrested.

Sheriff Evander says he plans to spend his career cleaning up the mess his corrupt father left behind.

I don’t regret coming back to Eastport. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found Luke again.

Julian and I are getting along better. I’m pretty sure he’s found his special someone but just hasn’t brought her around yet. Then there’s my cousin, Andrea. She showed up two days ago, and Cowboy punches any man who looks at her.

I sit down in the chair and suddenly feel a gush. I look down, then up at Luke.

“My water just broke.”

“It’s too soon,” he says, panic rising in his voice.

We’d been warned that because the boys are so big, they might come early. Now it looks like they’re arriving two weeks ahead of schedule.

I wouldn’t change a thing. Every foul, every penalty we paid was worth it for the life we have now. We proved the boy from the wrong side of the tracks and the girl with the silver spoon could have their happily ever after.

I really appreciate you reading Striker’s Foul.