EpilogueGrishamMy wife sits down on the beach, her long legs stretched out in the sand, gorgeous face tilted up to the sun.
We did the paperwork at the courthouse back home just a few days ago, six months after I proposed. It was too damn long, in my opinion. Once I asked the question, once I put that ring on her finger, I was ready. It was real for me. But she wanted to give me time to settle in to this new life we’ve created together.
First, we had to merge the Barking Angels with the Blazing Pistons. I lost a few more guys, which wasn’t unexpected. They simply did not agree with my leadership style and sure as hell didn’t want to see the club under new management. I told them not to let the door hit them on the way out; I’ve got no room in my club for guys who want violence for violen
