Page 146 of Full Throttle

Cain looked at me, his eyes taking in every inch of me as he raised the bat over his shoulder. “You still want me to make it hurt, clover?”

I didn’t miss a fucking beat. “Absolutely.”

Before Cain swung the bat, he gave me that beautiful smile, and I knew we were going to be okay.

Revenge was served.

Oasis was safe.

Our family was mostly whole.

Yeah, we’d be okay.

Epilogue

Jermey Jones

Three months later. St. Louis, MO. Oasis.

“A lot of people here tonight,” Lee muttered from beside me.

“Damn right about that,” I replied, my eyes scanning over the screens. I pulled out my phone, opening the app Cain designed. Not even a second later, a grid of the city popped up, and my eyes went directly to Casey’s dot.

She was at home with our baby boy. I stared at her dot for a few minutes, grinding my teeth, before dropping my phone into the pocket of my jeans. Both of us had a tracker in the back of our necks, and it didn’t take much convincing from Cain for everyone to get them. When we asked what material he used to make them, his eyes shot to my brother-in-law, and it clicked.

Cain used Black Death to make the trackers.

“You good?” I turned around, finding Leon leaning against the desk in our office at the back of Oasis, his ankles crossed.

Sighing through my nose, I folded my arms over my chest. “Things have been good—really good.”

Lee watched me for a moment. “I sense a but in there.”

I shot him a look. “Things have never been this quiet. Ever.”

He nodded, looking to his Jordan's. “I know they haven’t.”

He understood where I was coming from. The last glimpse of peace we’d had was the year between Romano’s death and last fall. It was bliss. Everyone was happy and safe, starting their lives. We’d managed to end things with the Bratva—ending their presence in the States entirely—within a year’s time, but we suffered for.

Carrie Hale was still in rehab, mourning the tragic death of her husband and trying to process all the dark shit her father, the former mayor, did.

Officer Bryce took multiple bullets for Amara at the beginning of the year, and he was declared brain dead months ago. His brother still had him on life-support, not willing to let him go, and no one could blame him for that.

The day Cain killed Kavi in the warehouse changed everything.

Two days after that, Leon, Dontell, Cain, and Nikki headed out to Hallow Ranch. Kavi’s ashes were now on Denver Langston’s mountain and Oasis owed those cowboys a favor. I knew Mason wouldn’t call it in unless absolutely necessary, but there was no telling what those cowboys would get themselves into. Once the product was back at Oasis, it was moved to a new, secure location only Collin and I knew of.

Three days after Kavi’s death, former Chief of Police Watterson was sentenced to life in prison. The day after that, Agent Roosevelt closed his federal investigation and recommended Amara Harrison take Watterson’s place.

Detective Amara Harrison was appointed the youngest Chief of Police in St. Louis history three days ago.

Four days after Kavi’s death was Xander’s funeral, paid for Collin and Kay. Kay was a fucking mess. Xander wasn’t just one of Collin’s men; he was a friend to her. He cared for her and protected her. All of us stood around the fresh grave the entire day, and when the sun had finally set, we headed to Sullie’s.

A week after Kavi’s death, Casey went into labor, giving birth to our son sixteen hours later.

He was everything I could’ve dreamed of, next in line for the legacy I currently carried on my shoulders.

The Crew and Oasis would be passed down to him when the time came and that scared the fucking shit out of me.

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