Page 134 of Victorious: Part 3
Valerie furrows her brows at the agent, and Montana folds his arms across his chest, looking like he might punch this guy square in the face at any given moment.
Agent Rockwell continues, clearly sensing the tension in the air, “Considering also your invaluable contribution and efforts toward the takedown of The Rojas Cartel during the siege fifteen years ago, the bureau sought compensation for you, as well as the presidential pardon. I think what you find in that envelope will be more than satisfactory.”
Valerie’s eyes begin to water, her bottom lip trembling, but Montana steps forward, looking less than impressed. “You think after she has spent a fucking lifetime away from me that you can come here, after that fact, and give her a pardon when she’s already done the time? What kind of sick joke is this?”
Rockwell tilts his head, raising his hand, but Valerie interrupts him. “Noah, honey… I don’t care that it’s decades too late. I don’t care that it only came because they made a movie about us. The only thing I care about is that they finally toldme that what I did, even though it was horrible, is okay. I’ve felt guilty about it, but now, this, I don’t even care about the compensation, all I care about is the fact that they’re telling me, I did the right thing for you at the time, right?” Valerie urges, her eyes finding Rockwell’s.
“Ma’am, in my position, I can’t comment on a crime like that, but what I will say is that if someone were coming after my child, I would do anything in my power to protect them. Absolutely anything. No matter the cost.” Rockwell winks at Valerie.
Montana leans in, wrapping his arms around Valerie as she holds the envelope to her chest like it’s her lifeline. Rhyan has tears flowing freely down her cheeks while the kids stare at their grandmother, as if she’s just been declared a superhero.
And me?I’m watching Dad, seeing the validation in his eyes that everything we fought for, everything we sacrificed, every risk we took, was worth it.
It wasall worth it.
“There’s more,” Rockwell continues, turning to look at Dad. “It’s well documented that an unknown entity was instrumental in helping take down The Rojas Cartel fifteen years ago. I was on the task force for the last fifteen years, trying to figure out exactly who orchestrated such a massive operation. We know that the‘entity’wanted to remain anonymous. I want to acknowledge that the FBI is grateful to the‘entity’in question, and we will keep them anonymous. But we know who they are, what they did all over America, and who else helped them. All I will say is that whoever this‘entity’is, they did a great thing.”
He turns to address the group as a whole. “What they all did, the risks they took, the sacrifices they made… it mattered. It changed everything.”
I step forward, my president’s patch catching the light. “Agent Rockwell, with all due respect, we don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His smile is genuine this time. “I know, Miss. Landry. And that’s exactly why it mattered. Good luck, Ms. Drake, on your new life. Don’t get into any trouble,” he says, then turns with his goons, and they get back into their cars.
As the government vehicles pull away, leaving us alone with our victory and our family, I look around at the faces surrounding me. Dad, graying but still strong, his arm around Haven, who is wiping tears from her eyes. Montana, holding his mother like he’s afraid she’ll disappear again, while Rhyan wraps their children in a protective embrace. Nighthawk, standing slightly apart but anchored to us all, while Ink slides into her side protectively. And my women, my fierce, beautiful, deadly women who’ve chosen to follow me into whatever comes next.
Fifteen years ago, I was an eight-year-old girl driven by rage and the need for revenge. Today, I’m the president of the strongest female MC in LA, surrounded by family both born and chosen, watching justice finally, truly, completely served.
“So…” I say, breaking the emotional silence. “Who’s ready to go home and celebrate properly?”
The cheer that erupts this time could probably be heard across three states.
As we mount up for the ride back to the clubhouse, I catch Dad’s eye one more time. He nods at me, a small gesture, but one heavy with pride and love and the unspoken acknowledgment that his little girl has grown into something he never could have imagined.
Something fierce.
Something beautiful.
Something worthy of the legacy Haven and he have built.
After watching Bea and Loki wrangle their army of brats into their van, I kick my Harley to life, the rumble of the engine vibrating through my bones like a promise. Behind me,the Winged Defiance MC falls into formation, with Nighthawk riding in all her wisdom and Valerie, in our new grandmother role, settling onto the back of Montana’s truck with Rhyan and the kids like she belongs there.
Because she does.
Fifteen years later, and we’re finally, truly, completely victorious.
The road ahead stretches endlessly wide and full of possibilities we’ve only just begun to explore. My dad is riding beside me with Haven wrapped in behind him. I smile so fucking wide while the wind whips at my hair, a bright smile crossing my face as I lead my club in tandem with my father’s.
I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I could be like my father and Haven. I always thought my only path in life was to be a bird. But now that I’m old enough to be my own person, I’m glad to be a mixture of them both, and a little bit of my mother as well.
I need her to keep me grounded because that tiny bit of softness, of empathy, teamed with Dad’s gruff stubbornness and everything Haven has taught me from my time in The Nest, well, I think that makes me one hell of a president.
And as the sun sets behind us, painting the road in shades of gold and amber, I know with absolute certainty that this isn’t the end of our story.
It’s just the beginning of a new chapter of Defiance.
THE END