They say a human being needs few things to exist.
Hope for the future,
But most of all...
Juliette Portland had all of those things. Her purpose was simple: Seduce. Deceive. Kill. Avenge. Once Dornan Ross and his sons were dead, her future was supposed to be clear. Her life was finally going to begin. And love... Against all the odds, she had the love of a boy she never thought she'd see again.
Everything should have gone according to plan. Everything should have been easy.
Of course, life has a way of f*****g with even the most meticulous of plans, and calling in owed debts can have the most severe consequences. Thanks to Juliette's diabolical retribution, the Il Sangue Cartel has lost it’s Kingpin, but not for long. There’s always someone in the wings, ready to step onstage and seize power. The Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club might be reeling from the deaths of their President and his six patch-wearing sons, but they’ve come back swinging.
Two deadly enemies, hundreds of bloodthirsty members, both sides eager to punish those that would try to topple them.
Two survivors, a man and a woman, forced to flee in the night.
For Juliette, vengeance is a hollow victory.
It never, ever ends.
The flames of incomplete vengeance are licking at her heels, and it’s only a matter of time before the Il Sangue cartel and the Gypsy Brothers catch her in their grip and crush her.
Unless she crushes them first.
We almost lost each other twice.
We'll never lose each other again."
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She loved him, even then. Her beautiful broken boy.
He didn't smile. He didn't blink.
But he squeezed her hand back.
And she knew, somehow, that they belonged to each other.
Through all the violence, death, running, hatred, misery. We come full circle, back to what really matter to both of them. Our Jason and Julz. All they suffered at the hands of monsters. Monsters who were supposed to take care of them, love them, and protect them. But ultimately tried to kill them.
This has been a very high intense road of.....well, I don't even know how to describe it. Vengeance? All I know is that both Jason and Julz are lucky to be alive at all. How they managed to survive everything is one great big miracle. It definitely was an "edge of my seat" ride. And I'm thrilled with how it turned out. This was a perfect epilogue to the series.
You have to start at the beginning with Seven Sons to understand this journey. It's a very hard road to travel, full of vengeance and violence. But is also full of friendship and love. Thank you Lili for a wonderful ride!!!
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They say the apple never falls far from the tree, and I’d say this apple never fucking fell, period. I’m the shiny apple that might’ve looked the best on the surface—different to the rest of them, full of promise that there was another way—but they broke me. They made me worse than any of them could ever be.
I hurt people. I hurt women.
I killed people.
And that’s not even the worst of it.
The first man I ever killed was John Portland, and I cried as I pulled the trigger. Yeah, I was a stupid kid and he begged me to do it, and yeah, it was a mercy killing, but it doesn’t matter. Point is, his life was the first one I took--I killed Juliette’s father, for Christ’s sake—and after I ended his life with a single bullet, delivered in the dark in a dirty basement, I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
The last person I killed was Donny, my last surviving brother, and that was eight months ago. I ripped his fucking eyeball out before I butchered him, and the one single thing that stopped me from dismembering him was knowing that Juliette was watching me. Her screams broke through my haze of red, as I took Donny’s own knife and sunk it into his flesh, again and again, so deep it hit bone more than once. I severed the tendons that made his arms work, so he was putty underneath me. I straddled my own brother and thrust upon him the vengeful punishment that they all deserved. For Julz. For my mother. For everything.
I killed him, and I haven’t killed since.
I’m hungry. My palms are itching. It’s torture.
I don’t know how long I’m going to last before I have to draw blood again.
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