Page 211 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“Good to know we’re on the same page.”

“Baby, we’re about to start a whole new chapter.”

Epilogue

“We did allthat damn work and got fucked out of the fun of rounding those motherfuckers up,” Rez griped.

Nox had only told Finn, Decker and Rez what happened with T-Bone and Saint because he knew they wouldn’t say shit to anyone. Like he expected, they were happy that karma was served to those two particular assholes.

No matter who served it.

“You heard Crew,” Decker reminded Rez. “He said the trials will start in two months.”

“Two more fucking months. This has been dragging on forever!” Rez bitched some more.

“What’s with you? Why are you being so damn dramatic? And today of all days. You know the wheels of justice are rusty and slow,” Nox told his BAMC brother.

In the end, only a handful of Demons needed to be rounded up. If more had escaped the massacre by the Russos, they most likely went underground.

It was a damn shame it wasn’t six feet underground but as long as they never popped their heads back up in Pennsylvania again, Nox could live with it.

But if any ever did…

They’d deal with it then.

Or he’d have someone else deal with it. Because that defunct MC was now a target for another one that was strong and growing.

If Magnum heard any whispers about the Demons rebuilding their club, Nox was damn sure he would squash them under his massive biker boot like the roaches they were.

Nox would conveniently look the other way.

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evilwas the best means to deal with the situation.

Liyah waddled over to them with her enormous stomach leading the way. “Umm. Did you boys know Finn had the DJ bring a karaoke machine?”

“What?” burst from Rez.

While Decker muttered, “For fuck’s sake.”

“Did he also have the wedding planner bring earplugs?” Nox asked her.

“Sorry, I didn’t see a bowl of earplugs on the dessert table. And believe me, I’ve been gazing—I mean grazing—at that table for the past half hour.”

Nox looked from Decker to Rez. “That karaoke machine needs to mysteriously disappear.”

Rez shook his head. “Who the hell has a fucking karaoke machine at their wedding?”

“You’re actually surprised by that?” Nox asked. “We’re talking about Heat Miser here. He thinks he could be on stage next to Pavarotti.”

“Maybe he needs to be debarked like a dog,” Rez suggested

“That’s cruel,” Liyah said, rubbing her stomach and wincing.

Nox had no doubt by now her feet were swollen painfully.

“To a dog, yeah. To Finn, no. Him singing is cruelty to our ears,“ Rez explained.

Decker elbowed Rez, tipping his head toward the DJ’s table. “Let’s wait until Paul takes a piss break and steal it.”

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