by Madison Faye
“Get to the point, Mr. Withers,” Dallas growled.
The man smiled again. “You know, it’s true.”
“What’s true?”
“You two are just like your father.”
The brothers went still.
“He hired me, you know. He suspected your uncle of, well, what we all know he’s guilty of, long before anything happened. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to find the pieces, but they’re right here.”
He slowly reached into the side pocket of his briefcase and pulled out a big manila envelope, passing it to Austin and Dallas.
“What’s this?” Austin breathed.
“Your case, Mr. Caine,” the man said quietly. “And it’s air-tight. You’re going to be exonerated with what’s in there, gentlemen. And your uncle will go to jail for a long time.”
The two of them blinked incredulously, darting a look at each other, and then me, before turning back to Mr. Withers.
“Has he been arrested?” Dallas said.
“Not yet. I wanted to find you guys first.” The P.I. frowned, glancing around as if suddenly realizing where he was. “I’m sorry, this seems to be an event.”
“My friend’s getting married,” I said quietly.
Mr. Withers beamed. “Lovely! Well, gentlemen, I’ll be leaving then. Everything you need in order to contact me is in there. You don’t know this, but your father and I went way back. He was a great man, and I know his sons can carry the torch he lit. I’ve got a couple great lawyers I know who can take a look at—”
“We might have one.”
I grinned as I felt Austin squeeze my hand and turn to wink at me.
“If she’ll take our case.”
“Absolutely,” I whispered fiercely.
Mr. Withers smiled. “Well, you have some fine clients here, Miss. Gentlemen, we’ll be in touch.”
He turned, picked up his briefcase, and made his way back to the trail.
“What the fuck just happened?” Dallas breathed.
“I— I think we just pulled a rabbit out of a fucking hat,” Austin growled back, shaking his head. “Is that shit for real?”
I opened the envelope, my eyes scanning some of the documents as I pulled them out. Slowly, I swore under my breath.
“Stella?”
“It’s…yeah, wow,” I shook my head. “He wasn’t kidding, you guys. It’s all here. Holy shit this is incriminating stuff.”
“So we have a case?”
I snorted. “You have a slum dunk. A monkey could defend you guys in court with this evidence and get you off the hook and your company back.”
They guys laughed. “Well, good thing we have one very sexy monkey to defend us.”
I giggled, falling back into them and kissing them both before I glanced around and blushed.
“Shoot, I should get up to the altar, I think we’re starting.”
“We’ll be here after, baby girl,” Austin murmured, kissing my cheek.
“And you’d better save a dance for us,” Dallas winked.
“Just one?” I grinned back.
“Beautiful,” Austin growled. “You’d better save all the dances for us.”
I was blushing and basically floating on air as I turned and half-skipped across the clearing to the altar by the falls, taking my place to one side. I blushed again as I slowly turned to see Braun, and Vlad, his best man, staring at me.
“What?” I shrugged.
Braun just chuckled and shook his head. “I have so many questions about what I just saw, but I’m going to save them until after I marry the girl of my dreams, alright?”
“You can save them longer than that, because I’m not saying a peep.” I grinned back.
“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts once Katrina gets ahold of you.”
He chuckled and then turned to face the trail as the music started to play. Slowly, Katrina and her father made their way out into the clearing and down the aisle, her face beaming as she locked eyes with Braun, and him looking at her like she was the light of his world. She made it to the altar, hugged her father, and then took her place. And the minister was about to start when she turned and locked eyes with me.
“If you think for one single second you’re going to get away with not telling me about what I just saw between you and both Caine brothers, you are severely mistaken,” she whisper-hissed, a grin on her face and a million questions in her eyes. Braun just chuckled.
“Told you,” he hissed over her shoulder at me.
“How about you get married first, huh?” I grinned at my friend.
She laughed and shook her head.
“Oh, you better believe it.”
The minister started, she turned to face her soon-to-be-husband, and when I saw the way they looked at each other, I knew everything was right in the world. I looked out over the crowd, first locking eyes with the two men I loved and feeling my heart swell. My eyes moved on, seeing Chloe, Vlad’s fiancé, and the way she looked at him standing up there next to Braun.
I looked on, my eyes scanning the very back of the crowd and then suddenly frowning and lingering on the huge, shaggy-bearded caveman-looking guy wearing jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt. I could see Austin and Dallas seeing the look on my face and then following my gaze back to the big guy. The two of them smirked and nodded at the man, who seemed to do his version of a smile back before he glanced up at the altar, gave a small wave, and then disappeared into the trees.
I made a note to ask the guys later.
Vows were spoken, rings were exchanged, and I watched as my best friend basically screamed, “I do” before jumping into her husband's arms and kissing him as the crowd went wild.
There was laughter, and tears of joy, and hugs, and mostly, just love. Because love conquers all, and love is everything we need.
I knew it’d be a little while until I found out for sure what was happening inside of me, but I knew one thing. No matter what, I’d found the love I’d never had. I’d found the two men who made my heart sing.
No matter what, I’d found my happy ending, and I was never going to let them go.
Epilogue
Austin:
Fate has a funny way of balancing things out. Take a couple of guys like Dallas and me, for instance. We’d been dealt some real bad hands for a couple of years there — losing our father, losing the lives we’d known, running from the law, and hiding out away from it all up on some damn mountain like a couple of lumberjacks.
But then, she’d come along, and suddenly, the hands we’d been dealt changed.
…In more ways than you can even guess.
I’d be lying if I tried to deny that it’d been love at first sight. Sure, watching her in that lake that day had gotten my blood roaring and my cock throbbing hard. But it’d also gotten my heart blazing in a way I’d never felt before. I’d been knocked right over by that girl the second I saw her, and I knew right then that she was it for me. For us, really.
We’d found love with our mystery girl up on the mountain, and lust, and passion, and our own happy ending. But, it didn’t stop there.
Mr. Withers turned out to be a damn guardian angel — like our father reaching out one last time to help us through the storm. The man had seriously done his homework, and the shit he’d dug up on our uncle was airtight. With that, plus the testimony of a few hold-outs on the board who’d never stopped being loyal to us or our father even through the takeover, our case was solid as a damn rock.
…It helped that we had the best damn lawyer we’d ever met.
Man, was it amazing to watch her work. I mean, we knew her as this vivacious, gorgeous, fun, sexy as hell woman who made us unable to stop smiling. But seeing that other side of her — the no-nonsense, take-no-shit, hard-talking lawyer in the courtroom?
Well, hell, I guess it’s probably not entirely appropriate to mention how fucking hard I was during our own court hearing. But watching the woman I loved defend us so brutally and viciously like that? Yea
Oh, and it was pretty fun to watch her come back out and lay into some scumbag on the witness stand who’d been paid off by our uncle, knowing that ten minutes before she’d been screaming in pleasure as Dallas and I took her together back in her offices. It was also hot as hell knowing that while she was yelling at that scumbag, both of our cum was leaking out of her tight little pussy and making her panties messy with us.
But, I’m going on a tangent.
In the end, yeah, we won. Of course we did. Uncle Richard went away big time — it wasn’t him who’d pulled the proverbial trigger on our father, but he’d given the order. The piece of shit who did sneak into his hospital room and inject his IV drip with poison went away for life. But don’t worry, he didn’t have to suffer in jail too long.
…Vlad knew a couple of guys who made sure of it.
So, the good guys won, and the bad guys lost hard. And the heroes — if you can call us heroes — got the girl.
And that’s just the beginning…
* * *
Dallas:
We got our company back too, of course. But the thing is, something changed with us when we were up on Blackthorn all those years. We became different men than the ones who’d grown up with the wealth and privilege — more self-reliant, free of the shackles of society and social media and all that shit. And honestly, the prospect of going back to it seemed, well, unappealing.
So we didn’t.
We stayed in charge, in the sense that it was still our company. But neither Dallas nor I were cut out for boardroom meetings or merger deals. Honestly, we were probably a little too rough around the edges for it after living on Blackthorn. Instead, after we’d swept the board clean of all the riffraff who’d coddled up to our uncle, we made our father’s most trusted advisor — Alan, the man who’d warned us those years before about what our uncle was doing — the acting CEO of the company. Hell, he was going to do a much better job at it than we were anyways.
The case was a game-changer for Stella too. I mean, the media circus around the two of us “coming back from the wilderness” and facing charges was huge. And her winning it? Yeah, that basically made her a media darling, and it took all of seconds before every law firm in the country was calling her to throw job offers at her feet.
She’s loyal though, our Stella. Some might say to a fault, but not us. I see it as one of the things I find so amazing about her. She ended up staying with her firm, Bloomington and Stein. Or, I should say Bloomington, Stein, and Bourdain.
Yeah you better believe she made full partner after our case.
They also granted her a satellite office after she pitched them the idea of opening up another office further out of the city to concentrate on environmental corporate law. She started small, but it wasn’t long before the new environmental branch of Bloomington, Stein, and Bourdain was the law group to see for fortune 500 companies who wanted to make sure they were keeping things green. It meant she got to work closer to Blackthorn — an hour drive instead of a few hours back to the city — and it also meant she could work from home a lot of the time.
Yeah, I’d say that’s a sweet fucking deal.
So in the end, in case it wasn’t obvious, we stayed on Blackthorn. After all, after so many years, that’s where home was. Now, not being on the run from the law did bring a couple changes, of course. We took a page from Braun and Katrina’s book and started adding on to our ranger tower house. I mean, we kept the tower, but we started construction on a larger house at the base of it.
A house with more space.
…More bedrooms.
Now, I’d never been a betting man, and I was hardly an expert on fertility calendars and cycles and all that stuff. But just the same, knowing Stella’s backstory, it’s not like I’d have put the odds very high of anything.
…But that didn’t seem to hold us back one bit.
Yeah, Stella got pregnant. Big time.
Actually, by the calendar, it probably happened during those first few days of meeting her. I mean, we certainly gave ourselves enough chances after the wedding too — we basically spent the next two weeks after Braun and Katrina got hitched up in our ranger station making Stella come as much as humanly possible between us. But really, it could have happened that first time out by the lake.
I kind of hope it did.
We’re not taking a paternity test either. I mean, what would be the point? For one, yes, the “father” in the biological sense is either me or Austin, but it honestly doesn’t matter to either of us who’d actually show up on a test. But then, you know, science - we’re identical twins, which means a test wouldn’t be able to tell anyways, which suits us just fine. And in any case, those kids are going to have two dads, period.
Oh, right, yeah, kids. As in, multiple kids. As in, Stella’s having twins.
…How’s that for irony?
Some days, it scares the shit out of me — the thought of being a father. But that’s natural. It’s good to be scared. Scared means if you’re strong enough, you can stand up and face it and own it. And with her by our side, I know I’m strong enough.
Like we said before, we didn’t go looking for the love of our lives that day when we first saw her swimming through the lake water like some sort of mountain goddess. But find her we did, and with her, we found a reason to live. We found happiness, and a family, and fatherhood.
It might not have been “normal,” but with Stella, we’d found the happy ending we’d never thought we’d get.
And no one was going to take that away from us.
The End
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