Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“No, but I am happy for you. You deserve happiness.”
Tears filled her eyes as she looked toward her sister.
“Don’t cry,” Violet said. “I can’t remember if I used waterproof, and your makeup looks flawless, and we all know tears will just wipe it all away.”
Ava laughed. Her sister had done her hair and makeup. She looked pretty. Everything was in place.
“I’m not going to cry. At least not yet.” She took a deep breath, and there was a knock at the door.
Her mother stepped inside. “Everything is ready. Are you ready?”
Ava nodded.
“Look at my little girl. Both of my girls. You’re both ... I have been blessed to have been given two of the most precious girls in the world. I even consider you my best friends as well.”
“I don’t want to cry,” Ava said.
Violet laughed. “You’re our best friend, Mom, as well. We’re all together. We’re a team.”
In the last three weeks, a lot had happened. Ava had gone back to work for her mother. Pat and the club hadn’t been wrong. Lauren had named Ava next of kin, which meant she had been given the coffee shop.
Ava had seen the pain in Rip’s eyes when they held the funeral for Lauren. All members of the club had been there. Lauren had fallen in love with Rip, and from the looks of it, he had fallen in love with Lauren. She hadn’t been able to stop crying. Lauren had saved her. To help ease the pain, Ava had signed the property over to Rip. Not only was there the coffee shop, but the apartment as well, along with all of Lauren’s belongings.
She had seen the small apartment. Lauren had collected small trinkets over the years, amassed many cookbooks. Her entire reclusive personality had shone in that apartment. Ava had been unable to hold back the tears. Not that she had known Lauren that well. They had a working relationship, as well as starting out as friends. Ava had been the only one to stick around for the odd working hours.
Pat had also started to look for a place in Carnage. He wanted to settle roots, and with a baby on the way, her apartment was not going to cut it. Bernice was in their lives as well. She loved her dog.
Everything was perfect.
And as she linked her arm through her mother’s, she couldn’t help but miss her dad, but she had a feeling he was there watching over them.
Ava walked out onto the snow-covered grounds, and as the music started to play, she looked toward where the priest stood. The club had turned the backyard into a small church, complete with two aisles. The entire club was there, so the yard was full. Pat was dressed in a tuxedo, but on top was his leather cut. Most of the club were always dressed in leather cuts.
When they walked to where Pat waited for her, he took her hand, reached out, and kissed Hazel’s cheek.
“I will always take care of her.”
And to prove his point, he took his leather cut off and slid it on her shoulders to ward off the cold.
She had found the love of her life, her soulmate, and there was no one else she wanted. Ava knew how rare this was. It was why her mother, after ten years, still wasn’t dating. She had found the love of her life, and no other man would ever measure up.
The priest began his sermon, and Ava heard the words but all she could see was her man. They were going to share a future together, and Pat had warned her that future was uncertain.
Lidia had gotten out of the hospital.
The sheriff’s building had been moved to temporary accommodations while the other was rebuilt. Dylan had also gotten out of the hospital.
The mechanic shop was already up and running. With the club’s help, the fabric store didn’t even have to close for a day.
They would figure this out.
Ava knew the enemy was out there, but she also had faith in her man, in the club, and she had sworn her loyalty to the Chaos and Carnage MC. She was not a member, but she was an old lady.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
“When’s Grandma coming?” Lauren asked.
Pat looked up from the bottle he was feeding to Patrick, and looked toward his daughter. He smiled at her and saw the cute little pout on her face.
One check at the clock and he chuckled. “Five minutes.”
“But Santa doesn’t want me to wait five minutes. He delivered them and I’ve been a good girl.”
Christmas morning with a five-year-old was an interesting one. Pat hadn’t spent a lot of time with children over his lifetime, until he had a daughter of his own. Finding out he had a little girl on the way, he sharpened his knives, cleaned all his guns, and was prepared to kill any person with a dick who stepped within a foot of his little girl.