Fighting Feelings

Epilogue

**4 years later**

Charlotte's POV

"Charlotte! Wake up!" Someone pounds on my door, and I groan, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in my pillow.

"Up. Now!" The banging on my door stops a few seconds later, and I know they left.

Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly get up out of bed. Walking to my closet, rubbing my eyes as I try to keep them from drooping closes, I change into some clothes before heading downstairs.

Glancing into the living room, I spot Natalie, Alex and Diana's kid. I smile, walking over. She has her back to me, sitting on the couch as she watches some cartoon on the tv.

I lean down, placing a kiss on her head. She looks up, leaning her head all the way back and grins at me. "Miss me?" I tease, and she shakes her head.

I smile while she turns her body to face me. "What are you doing here?" I ask since I don't remember being told they were coming over. It's just me, Jay, Alora and Becca in this big house now.

The twins and Clayton moved out a year or two ago. So it's just us.

"Daddy is working," She says, and I hum. I figured. "I'm back!" Turning my head, I see Adrianna running in with two little cartons of apple juice.

Adrianna, Amara and Casey's daughter, and Natalie are both nearly five and practically joined by the hip whenever they're together.

If Adrianna is here, Casey or Amara must be too.

Leaving them to watch their show, I walk into the kitchen. Inside, I see Amara, Harriet, Diana, Zack and Morgan- all standing around the kitchen island. Quinn is sitting on one of the stools with Jayden asleep in her arms, while Julian is holding Sam. Quinn and Elijah's twins, Jayden and Sam are both one year old. And loud as fuck kids. Always screaming or crying.

"Charlotte!" Diana smiles, walking over and hugging me like I didn't see her only last week. "Hey," I say, a bit confused about why they're all here.

"Jay called a meeting," She says, and I push her away. "Shit!" I scowl, turning and running down the hall while they laugh.

I get to the meeting room, push it open and see all my brothers and Casey sitting around the long oval-shaped table.

"About damn time" Leo mutters, and I roll my eyes, closing the door and taking a seat beside Elijah. Leo and Alex both glare at me from the opposite side of the table, while Casey's attention is fully on his laptop in front, and Sage is staring at the ceiling.

"Can you tell us why you called us here at ten am now?" Clayton mutters, not sounding too happy. Then again, non of them do. It's ten am on a Saturday morning.

"Do you all remember that incident three months ago, when three of our guys were found dead with '33' carved into their foreheads?" Jay says, and we all nod, while I grimace at the memory.

"God, that was disturbing" Ezra mumbles. "I think the fact one of them was missing eyes was most disturbing" Casey adds, and Ezra hums.

Three of our guards were found dead in one of our safehouses a few hours away. Leo and Casey couldn't find out who did it, and Jay couldn't figure out what happened either. It had been forgotten- and not spoken of since it happened.

"Since then, there have been four more incidents just like that" Jay informs us, staring at the table, looking a bit lost in thought.

"Two months ago. Two of our guys were scouting someplace. Both were found dead with '33' carved into their foreheads, with one of them missing eyes".