Ride Or Die (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 5]

Epilogue: Mile High Club

Happy Monday!!! Officially the last upload for this book and I can't help but be sad about it! Although it's a bitter sweet moment for me, I'm really happy with how this book turned out and I hope you have all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ten months later...

~Carter~

"Babe!" I heard Bucky yell for what must have been the tenth time today.

"I'm coming, put a dick in it would you!" I yelled back, moving quickly to stuff my makeup bag into my backpack.

Ahh, marital bliss.

It was safe to say that after almost a year of marriage, Bucky and I were past the honeymoon stage of our relationship. We were still incredibly in love and went at it like bunny rabbits on a regular basis, but there was no holding back with each other anymore. I was finally able to understand it when people said that the first year of marriage was the hardest, and for us, it definitely rang true. Nothing could be worse than how our marriage started and we were both hopeful that it could only go up from there.

That was true, for a while.

Bucky and I spent a few very blissfully happy months in Tooele after we came out to my parents and the Tribe. For a while, things went back to business as usual and Bucky and I were settling into married life just fine. We spent our days working together at Hell's Ink, which was awkward as fuck at first, let me tell you. Since Jessie, Dean and Cooper were part of the reason Bucky and I got caught, we both had a bone to pick with the three of them on our first day back. I was more hurt by their actions than Bucky was, but after hearing them out, Bucky and I both realized they felt like they had no choice but to come forward with their suspicions and what they had seen. It didn't mean I liked what they had done, but I had chosen to accept it and move past it. Things were as close to normal as they were gonna get after that and both of us grew comfortable with the situation in Tooele. For a moment there, I think we both considered scrapping the move and just playing it safe since it all seemed to be going so well. Mom and Dad were having us over for weekly dinners with Cash, Nora and the boys, and no one tried to kill each other.

It was all so normal.

While it was tempting to take the safe route for the first time in my life, the day I got my second acceptance letter to NYU, that all changed. Bucky and I both knew that we were making the right decision and that moving to New York was a risk we needed to take. Bucky formally accepted the job after his interview with Marcel and we packed up and moved to the city just before the start of the fall semester.

Moving across the country had been hard on both of us. Adjusting to the new world that New York City was had certainly put a strain on our relationship. We were isolated in a strange place with no friends or family and only each other. Once school started, I was a miserable bitch adjusting to the stress of being a college student and the workload and once Bucky began working at the shop, he was hardly ever home.

There were times when I questioned if this had been the right choice but after a couple of months, we both began to find our place here.

I made a few good friends at school—girls who weren't sneaky backstabbers like a certain trio back home, and Bucky had become close with all of the guys at the shop. Slowly but surely, we were making a life here in New York that we had come to love.

Our apartment was a tiny little one-bedroom in Astoria above a bagel shop. It was half the size of Bucky's place in Tooele and double the money, but it was perfect for us. It was only a thirty-minute train ride for me to NYU and nearly half that for Bucky to the tattoo shop. Most importantly, we lived above a bakery, which meant close access to delicious food for most of the day, and as an added benefit, our apartment always smelled like fresh bread. Not exactly a selling point to most people, but for me, it was worth the sacrifice of half of my clothes just so we could live here.