Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“There’s Doc and Bang Bang,” Wyatt said, pointing to an archway covered in red roses, a quaint row of chairs placed in front of it. Bang Bang sat with his arm around Doc, the two of them laughing loudly about something, collecting themselves as Roman and Wyatt took the seats directly next to them.
“What’s so funny?” Wyatt asked, leaning over Roman.
“Nothing, just Bang Bang reminding me of a meme I showed him last night.” Doc, still laughing, tucked a rogue strand of hair between her ear, silver and gold twinkling from tip to lobe with all of her earrings. She had spent a good amount of her share on jewelry, but not before she helped pay off all of her mom’s debt and even helped out her father, making a massive donation to his hospital. It happened after they had an intense and hours-long heart-to-heart, where Doc’s father apologized for the shit he put her through. It had taken some time to get to that realization, but Roman was glad they did. Doc now moved through the world much more freely, her smile more frequent along with her laughter.
Her recent marriage to Bang Bang and purchase of a mini mansion in the south of France likely helped make her smile that much wider.
It wasn’t just Doc, either. They had all found their own pots of gold tucked away at the end of the rainbow. None of them had to worry about money, nor did they have to worry about the law. Not after irrefutable evidence surfaced showing Leonidas and his Pride as being the responsible party behind the bombings. Plus, it was quite easy to drop off the radar when you worked with the smartest minds in tech and had an unlimited amount of resources at your disposal.
Roman looked to Wyatt, sitting with his legs crossed and his sunglasses on, his sharp nose and square jaw catching a glow in the sun. Roman knew that he’d found his pot of gold long before their sunset job was even started. He had found his treasure the second he and Wyatt became friends, an introduction that would forever change the course of both their lives. They’d become intertwined, fate working to bind them together, no matter what speed bumps had been thrown their way.
They had made it through a gauntlet, coming out stronger and more in love than ever. Roman looked forward to every single morning he woke up next to Wyatt, no matter where in the world they were.
“Hey, you guys,” Mustang said, walking across the front of the group and grabbing one of the only seats left. She wore black leather pants and a silky red top, her hair cut short and showing off the glittering highlight on her cheeks. “I’m not late, am I?”
“Nope,” Wyatt said, looking forward just as Mimic took her spot underneath the arch, wearing a sharp black-and-white pantsuit, her hair slicked back into a tight bun. She winked and tossed a kiss to Mustang.
Those two had been living their best lives since they’d finished the job. They’d built their own mini castle on a twenty-acre lot of rolling green hills in New Zealand, having fallen in love with the country after they’d had a months-long honeymoon there. They were talking about settling down and possibly having kids, but Mustang had said she wanted a few more years of no responsibilities before they decided to bring an entire human being into their lives.
The topic had come up again with Wyatt and Roman, and neither of their viewpoints had changed much since the last time they’d discussed it. They weren’t saying a baby was completely off the plans, but they felt like they’d just started this new chapter together and wanted to enjoy it a little longer. Roman knew that he’d do anything for Wyatt, and that meant having a kid if he changed his mind. His life now revolved around both of their happiness, not just his own.
Music began playing from a nearby speaker. There wasn’t a traditional aisle, but this wasn’t a traditional wedding.
Instead, Phantom walked in from the side, on a wide cobblestone path, smiling from ear to ear. He had a fresh haircut and a sharp navy suit that had a black lapel and white lining. His slacks were cuffed at the ankle, showing off a pair of bright blue socks. He had a bounce in his step, waving at the small group of friends gathered for the special occasion.
Phantom’s life had likely changed the most out of all of theirs. He’d taken the money and opened up his own business: LockedOut. It was a millennial take on a locksmith, with a fancy app (designed by Tor) and a sleek interface that allowed anyone to order a locksmith directly to their door without having to call sketchy companies and get haggled on prices. The company had boomed and turned into a massive disruptor, forcing other more traditional locksmiths to rethink their business practices.