Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (34 page)

Epilogue Two

Chaos Bleeds

Paris and Spider got married three months after Christmas in a spring wedding, in a church. She didn’t have to fight him to wear a tuxedo, but they all had to bargain for the rest of the club to wear them. For the next year after her wedding, they had babysitting duty, which neither of them minded.

They stayed in the house her parents once shared, but instead of leaving it as Paris parents’ house, Spider made them put their stamp on the place. They redecorated with the club’s help. Spider took over everything, getting the materials, and making sure she wasn’t screwed over with the pricing. No one would mess with him.

Sinner and Lola moved in together. Their relationship was tense at times, but neither of them was hiding it from the club anymore.

There was no point in hiding it.

Sasha had given birth to a little girl, Shay, in the past few weeks, and the whole club was helping with the nursery. Pussy wouldn’t let her put a nursery in their home before then as he believed it was bad luck for them.

When she was in the hospital, they all had to quickly strip a room, wallpaper, paint, and allow the fumes to dissipate before bringing in furniture. It was a mad rush, but Paris had found it funny watching nearly ten men try to squeeze into a room. She had the whole thing on camera, and every time she watched it, it made her laugh.

Paris was making a batch of cookies when Spider came home. Chaos Bleeds had bought another derelict apartment building, and Spider was managing the team to make sure they were getting the best out of their staff.

“Hey, Celia, did you have a good day today?”

Celia lived with them, and Paris was so grateful for their friendship. Her sister launched herself on Spider, and he carried her through to the kitchen, setting her down. Celia quickly grabbed a book, and started to read through it.

“How are my other two girls?” Spider asked, coming toward her.

“We’re good. Your little girl likes me to know that she’s still there, and waiting to come out.”

He placed his hand on her stomach. She saw the wonder in his eyes as he touched her. “She kicked. My girl is going to kick ass.”

“Yeah, she is. Did you get everything done at the construction site?” she asked.

“I wasn’t there, baby. I went to Arnold Pritchard’s ranch. He’s not been doing so good, and Natalie is struggling.”

The clothing store in town was doing better than ever. Paris worked there three days a week, and it was hugely successful helped by Lola’s expertise with the online store. Natalie continued to design clothes, even though she had been approached by bigger companies. After Natalie’s mother had her first heart attack, everyone had thought she was picking up, getting healthy. That hadn’t been the case, and within three months she had suffered a second heart attack, and had not made it through the night.

The whole of Chaos Bleeds had been there at the funeral to pay their respects to a woman who had been kind her whole life.

Natalie had stayed at home more, trying to help out. The club did what they could, but now Arnold was looking ill, and the stress was taking its toll on Natalie.

“How are they?”

“Arnold wants to sell.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he wants to sell. There’s no boys to pass the ranch on to, and he doesn’t want to burden Natalie with it. Natalie doesn’t want him to sell. It’s the only home she has ever known. It’s tough. She can’t handle the cattle, and the men are walking all over her.”

“That’s hard.”

“It is. Arnold told me he had to get her to make a decision soon. He spoke to his doctor the other day, and it’s not good.”

“Oh, no, what?”

“Cancer. He’s got a year tops, and he doesn’t want to spend the last year of his life manning the ranch. He wants to spend it with his daughter. Slash thinks he has an idea, but I don’t know if it will work.” The baby kicked, and Paris held her stomach. “She wants to come out, doesn’t she?”

“Yep, another month, and she can come out.”

“Don’t worry about Natalie and Arnold. Slash will think of something, and if not, Devil.”

“I won’t worry.”

“Good.” He tilted her head back and claimed her lips.

She’d worry about the rest of her friends tomorrow. For now, she had her husband, her sister, and her daughter, and in that moment everything was perfect.

The End

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