Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He stands hauntingly above me. The moon slices through a scattering of condensed clouds, highlighting him in a silver halo. It’s not fitting for the Devil before me.
The wind picks up my hair and whips the strands violently around my face. Blood congeals, sticky like tar on my hands. Pain expands through my body like the tide rushing in. The savage black sky falls on me, wrapping me in its darkness.
“There’s nowhere to go from here, Ty.” I swallow down the lump growing in my throat.
“Hell is where I’m going, Princess. And you’re coming with me.”
The door swings back open and Monster, Grease, and Callan step into the finality of my nightmare. My body, pulled by his presence, sways toward Callan. I don’t want him to watch me die.
More brothers file out, joining us.
A Devil amongst Kingsl.
A fist twists in my hair, dragging me backward. “I’ll shoot her,” Tyler cautions. “Stay fucking back.”
Callan’s blood-soaked chest heaves, one fist clenched around the hilt of his blade, the other on the handle of my gun. “You know you’re not walking out of here,” Callan warns him.
“I do.” Tyler grins, dropping his gaze down on me, pushing the gun barrel against my skull.
Tears leak to my cheeks, and I mouth, “I love you.”
A crack shocks the air, carrying the sound on a wave. My eyes squeeze closed, waiting for the end, but it doesn’t come.
“Argh!” Tyler yells, jolting away from me. My eyes spring open as his gun clatters across the asphalt. He holds his bloody forearm to his chest. “No. No. No!” he roars, attempting to make for the gun. Kings swarm like bees around him, wanting their vengeance.
Fists hit flesh. Groans, guttural and broken, cry out amongst the snarls of anguish.
Callan drops before me, taking my face in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”
Throwing myself into his chest, I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him, needing to feel his heartbeat against mine.
“Not anymore.” I breathe. “Never again.” I pull away and take my gun from his grip, getting to my feet with his help.
Brothers part like the Red Sea for Callan and me. Tyler lies in a heap with blood dripping from his mouth and nose, and cuts splitting his skin in ugly red strips. Cackling with hysteria, he gurgles and chokes. “You’ll always be mine, Princess. Maybe not here”—he punches his chest—“but up here.” He jabs a finger to his head. “I’ll live with you forever.”
Maybe that’s true, but it will fade, and Callan and I will fill the spaces with happiness, goodness, and life.
Raising my gun, a calm bathes me. Harley’s smile blossoms in my mind.
“Goodbye, Ty.”
“I’ll be seeing you, Princess.”
Hell bared its teeth tonight and lost.
“No, you won’t.” I squeeze the trigger, firing one for me.
Pop.
“Fuck!” he hollers, clutching his knee.
One for the Kings he slaughtered while they slept.
Pop.
“Bitch,” he spits through bloodied teeth, placing a hand on his stomach.
“And one for Harley,” I say out loud, a tear tracking down my cheek.
Pop.
His head thuds back, eyes glaring to the heavens he’ll never reach.
A whiney pitch sounds behind us, drawing our attention to Green holding a thrashing Georgina by her hair.
“Look who I found trying to escape in one of the SUVs.”
He tosses her forward, and she stumbles, her legs entangling in her dress. She collides with the asphalt, her eyes expanding like saucers when she sees Tyler’s dead body.
“He forced me to help him, said he would kill me.” She slithers, trying to get away, the snake shedding yet another skin. Playing the victim doesn’t suit her, and no one is buying it.
Callan eats up the space, lifting her from the floor by the neck. Her hands claw at his wrists. Her feet dangle. A gasping gag chokes from her lungs. “Callan, please,” she begs. With a sneer, he pushes his arm forward, releasing her straight into Monster’s chest.
Palming her chin with one hand and the back of her head with the other, Monster twists, cracking her neck. Fast. Ruthless. Deadly.
CHAPTER 19
KINGS OF SIN
Music carries through the compound, rumbling the walls. The crash of bodies gyrating and moving with each other to the thrum of the beat is downright sexual. This is a wake Daddy would get on board with.
Callan growls, scraping his nose up the hollow of my throat. “I need to fuck you, Rogue. It’s all I can think about.” His palm skims up my bare leg, squeezing the apex of my thighs. “This skirt needs to be ripped off.” The table hides us from others sitting around drinking, talking, and flirting.
Biting my lip, I look down at the black leather skirt, the hem kissing the tops of my thighs, and moan when his fingers brush over my panties. “You’ve said that about every outfit I’ve worn this past week.”
Grinning against my mouth, he bites my bottom lip and encases my throat with his palm, fingers digging into my jawline possessively. Lust pulses through my veins, my pussy throbbing.