Epilogue

Scar

I sit at the bar in the Oak Club and sip a fine whiskey. It's peaty, warm, almost sweet. I hold it up to the light and watch the gold glow.

"You guys ever think we'd end up like this?" I ask, not looking at my brothers, but knowing they're beside me.

Eros says, "Not once. But here we are."

"I kind of figured I'd get hitched," Ford admits. "But I never thought I'd actually like her."

"Same," Carmine says and laughs. "I figured I'd get stuck with some mafia princess brat."

"Strange, how it goes," I say, grinning at them. "Here's to family."

"Here's to that," Eros echoes.

We toast each other. Four of the five men in the Atlas Organization. "I wish Lanzo were here," Ford says with a sigh.

"He'll be back," Eros says, then hesitates and shrugs. "Or maybe not. You never know with that guy."

"He's going to be really surprised to hear that all four of his friends are married." I turn to look at the nearby table where are wives are sitting. Kat and Brice. Cara and Rita. All four of them be