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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)

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BLAYKE

I'm a laid back kind of guy. I'm great at turning just about everything into a joke.

But despite my DGAF mask, I'm cold. Ruthless. There's a reason Johnston made me his Vice President.

We're at war, and Johnston is relying on me to work with Alejandro Garcia, the leader of the Mexican Cartel, to stop the spread of the skin trade.

Plans are made, and we're getting ready to leave when she appears on the clubhouse grounds.

She's full of fire, and she's determined to make a place for herself within the club as a patched member.

Johnston is against it, but me? Well, I'm intrigued by her. And I want to give her a chance for purely selfish reasons.

Which means she's coming with me to Mexico.

I'll put a stop to this problem, and while I'm at it, I'm making this pink-haired spitfire mine.

~*~*~

NOAH

When Dad passed away, I sold everything we owned--the campers we lived in, his truck, the land. All of it.

The only reason I'd stuck around was because of him. And now that he'd passed, I was ready to belong somewhere else.

I wanted to belong to Satan's Worshippers MC. I was good with my hands, and I wasn't afraid to get bloody. I was well-versed in living on the other side of the law.

But Johnston Trimm, the president, is stubborn, and he's refusing to budge.

However, his VP is my ticket in, and I'm not ashamed to use him.

Only I don't realize just how dark and twisted Blayke is behind his teasing smiles, his warm eyes, and his friendly demeanor.

There's a darkness there that speaks to me. And I can't resist him when he decides I'm going to be his.

**Please read the author's note at the beginning of this book before deciding to read. Thanks!

This is book five of a fourteen-book series. It is highly recommended to read Scorpion (Savage Crows MC Book 11) and the previous books in this series before reading this book

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Blayke

Johnston leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table as he laced his fingers together in front of him. I rocked in my chair, an energy drink in my hand, as I waited for him to get to the point of why he’d called church at nine at night when we usually held church first thing in the mornings.

Drew, one of the patched members, shot me a questioning look, but I just shrugged my shoulders. I had no fucking clue why we’d all been called in here—immediately at that. I mean, fuck—Trigger had walked in the door only thirty damn minutes ago after spending the past few weeks with the Texas Charter trying to eliminate the Russian mother fucker who’d targeted Aaliyah, Johnston’s wife/old lady.

The asshole hadn’t been captured, but we had wiped out most of their men. So, that was a plus, at least. We’d weakened him.

“Alright, Prez. What the fuck is going on?” I asked.

Johnston rolled his neck around. “Scorpion and I reached out to Alejandro about the group rising up in Mexico. Alejandro was already aware of the group, but he did not know they were working with the Russians. Since the Russians are our problem, he wants us to deal with that end while he deals with the uprising against him.”

“Okay…” Lawson drawled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re already dealing with that.”

Lawson, also known as Law, was our road captain. He planned our runs, mapped out safe routes, and he was responsible for handling exchanges with other clubs and organizations when we did gun and drug sales. He was chill and laid back, and it was hard to get him riled up.

Which only meant when he did finally have enough of something, everyone better run for fucking cover.

“Scorpion and I agreed we need people in Mexico to deal with the Russians there. I imagine that’s where the Pakhan will burrow down at while he regroups after we wiped out a lot of the men in his inner circle.” I stopped rocking, intrigued now. “Alejandro has agreed, and he is opening his home to us.”

“Surely, all of us aren’t riding down to Mexico,” Trigger grunted. “Not to step on your toes, Prez, but Sophia will have a fucking coronary if I leave the entire country.”

Sophia was Trigger’s woman, but she was also the Texas Charter’s vice president’s woman. The three of them—Trigger, Chase, and Sophia—were a throuple. I hadn’t been surprised by it in the slightest. I’d always known Trigger had a thing for Chase, and when Chase began “sharing” Sophia with Trigger and Trigger and Sophia fell in love, too, I knew it would only be a matter of time before Chase and Trigger fell for each other, too. Chase had been a bi-awakening walking. It’d only been a matter of time.

“I know,” Johnston told him. “You think Aaliyah would let me go all the way to fucking Mexico without at least bringing her along? Which will never fucking happen.” I snorted. Johnston was a hard mother fucker and more of a sociopath than any other man I knew, but Aaliyah could bring him to his knees for her with a single look. Johnston would not be going to Mexico. That was for sure.

“So, what’s the plan here?” I asked, lifting my can to my lips.

“Scorpion and I are sending a small group of you to Mexico. Alejandro will be escorting you across the border. He’ll be providing assistance where he can without hindering his own business. Blayke and Geek, you two will be going to Mexico with Halo and Gidget. The two of them should be on their way here already.”

“Halo and Gidget?” Geek asked, frowning. His eye even started twitching. Reaching up, he pressed his finger to it. I hid my smile in my can. “Is that a good idea?”

Gidget and Halo were… complicated. When Scorpion was first re-forming the Texas Charter after he’d gone through and wiped them out for going after his wife, which he was lucky he didn’t get fucking slaughtered for, Gidget and Halo had gotten into a nasty altercation that landed Halo in ICU with head trauma. Honestly, none of us were sure he was going to make it, but he came out on the other side.

They had a love/hate relationship at best. Putting them on the same job together would be… interesting.

“Halo and Gidget won’t be a problem,” Johnston assured him. “Scorpion has assured me they can be trusted to work together, and for some fucking reason, he believes they’re the best to send, so that’s who we’re getting.”

“What about Tango?” Geek asked.

I laughed. “Tango leaving his boy? Hardly.”

“Gabriel is so co-dependent on Tango that I’m not sure if the boy can survive being apart from him. And Tango will let this whole club burn to the ground before he leaves Gabriel,” Trigger agreed. “Out of all of us, Tango is the first option off the fucking table.”

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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)

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TRIGGER

I’m a monster hiding in human skin. Shutting off my emotions should not be this easy. But because it is, I’m the man Johnston calls on when he needs a job taken care of.

Which is how I end up bunking at the Texas Charter’s clubhouse for the next foreseeable future. At the same clubhouse where my club brother and his woman live.

The same woman I’ve been inside on more than one occasion. And the same club brother I secretly crave.

But Chase doesn’t swing that way. I know I have to remain content just being with his woman and seeing him at his most vulnerable when we’re with her together.

And I am content… until the Russians kidnap Chase.

It’s time for everyone to find out just how much Satan resides in my veins. They’ll pay for taking him from me and our woman.

~*~*~

CHASE

Having Trigger in the clubhouse, sharing Sophia with him… I’m okay with it. I trust him. He’s a brother to me in every meaning of the word except blood.

Except now, I’m noticing things I shouldn’t about him. I’m craving him as much as I crave the woman I hold in my arms every night.

I can’t handle it. Can’t wrap my head around this gay-for-you moment I seem to be having. But it’s not a moment, is it? Because these feelings aren’t going away. They’re festering. Taking over.

And just when I get ready to give in to him, just as I’m on my way home to give this a try for all of our sakes, I’m run off the road.

I’m taken. Strapped to a table. Ripped of my humanity. Nothing more than a slab of meat.

I’ve met my fate, and my only regret is that I didn’t tell Trigger how I feel. That I don’t have a chance to give my woman everything she deserves.

**Trigger rape, sex trafficking, and graphic violence

This is book four of a fourteen-book series. It is highly recommended to read Scorpion (Savage Crows MC Book 11) and the previous books in this series before reading this book.

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Trigger

Ileaned over the engine, trying to force my long, thick fingers to screw on the nut needed to secure this fucking alternator in place, but car manufacturers never made these spaces big enough for men like me. I’d bought this piece of shit truck a few months ago, but I was about damn ready to just push it off a bridge. It was proving to be a lot more trouble than it was actually worth, and I was over it. Sure, it gave me something to do on days like today, where shit wasn’t happening, but this mother fucker should’ve been running already.

“Still working on that piece of shit?” Geek asked, coming to lean against the fender. He was holding a beer in his left hand, and he braced his right forearm on the truck to lean over so he could see what I was doing. Nosy fucker.

Geek was our tech guy. We had Scorpion—the president of the Texas Charter—who was practically a tech genius, but we needed someone here in the mother charter, too. Johnston had pulled strings to get him out of prison when he got wind of a hacker being locked up, and Geek had been our Treasurer ever since then, which was a couple of years now. He was a genius at laundering club money, and he was even better at hacking into shit we had no business putting our fingers in. If Johnston, our president, ever asked Geek to hack the FBI, I had no doubt Geek could accomplish it—and would gleefully do it.

None of us knew where he got his skills from, but we weren’t going to ask either. Sometimes, it was just better not knowing.

“Don’t you have some database to hack or something?” I asked, sighing when I finally got the nut on. Fuck, that took forever. I grabbed the wrench I needed and worked on tightening it while hoping Geek would fuck off somewhere.

I missed my woman, and I just wanted to be left the fuck alone. She’d been mopey this morning when I’d called her, and while I knew Chase, the Vice President of the Texas Charter and her old man, would take care of her, it didn’t make this achy feeling inside of me any easier to deal with.

Sophia, who had already been claimed by Chase, and I had started our relationship a little over a year ago when she’d been tipsy and wanted to be shared. Chase, wanting to give her everything she desired, let it happen. But she’d gotten hooked, and so had I. Chase and I were making it work for her sake, and neither of us was jealous of the other.

In fact, I was head over goddamn heels for Chase too, but the man was as straight as a man could be.

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)

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TANGO

I’m tainted by darkness. There’s no color in my life—it’s all just shades of black and gray.

But the moment I lay my eyes on Gabriel, I know he’s different.

He’s scared of his own shadow. He needs someone to take care of him. And despite the fact that I was the one kneeling in front of him, threatening to end his life, he clung to me and the tiny shred of hope I somehow gave him.

And now that the Ghosts of Chaos are after him, wanting to bring him back home and end his life for being a traitor, I’ll do anything to protect him.

This boy is mine. I’m keeping him.

And anyone who dares to come for him better be prepared to die.

~*~*~

GABRIEL

There’s no hope for a damaged boy like me. I’ve survived things that probably should have killed me.

I don’t know what real kindness looks like. So, when Tango is kneeling in front of me, threatening to end my life quickly if I give him what he wants, I take the option with both hands. Because to me? That’s what I think is kindness.

Instead, he takes me home with him. He’s promising to keep me safe and protected.

I don’t really think he’ll be able to do it, but I’ll take the little bit of light I have while it’s there.

But Tango’s a monster. He’s cruel and heartless. Darkness colors his soul. It’s snuffed out every bit of his light.

Yet, he looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

And when my family comes after me, I’ll see firsthand what that darkness inside Tango is capable of.

**Trigger child abuse and neglect, sexual assault, rape

This is book three of a fourteen-book series. It is highly recommended to read Scorpion (Savage Crows MC Book 11) and books 1 and 2 of this series before reading this book.

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Gabriel

Gunshots echoed throughout the clubhouse, only slightly muffled by the walls. Tango and Elias were outside doing target practice, per Johnston’s, the mother charter president’s, orders. The club—both the mother charter and this charter—were in the middle of a war against the Ghosts of Chaos and the Russians, and Johnston wanted everyone prepared for any possible scenario.

The Ghosts of Chaos was my family—family I wanted no ties to. My father was the president and forced me to prospect, even though the mere idea of doing anything he did made me sick to my stomach. Patrick Wright was a sick, twisted individual, and the men who followed him were just as horrible.

They lacked morals. Every man in that club was bad through and through, and evil rotted their souls.

I would know. I bore the scars on my body to prove it. I dealt with the trauma they inflicted upon me on a daily basis. I couldn’t outrun what had been done to me, no matter how much I wanted to.

The only reason I was alive today was because of Tango, and it was only sheer luck that he hadn’t murdered me for what my club had done to Chase’s old lady, Sophia. Chase was the vice president of the Texas Charter, and he promised anyone involved with Sophia being beaten and raped would pay. While I hadn’t been directly involved, my family had been, which meant I was too by association.

I’d almost paid for something I hadn’t even truly done just because I’d been caught trying to break into one of the businesses Satan’s Worshippers ran security for. I was on an order from my father, and I’d learned quickly what happened when I disobeyed or refused. Vomit rose in my throat at the mere thought.

The last time I had disobeyed, tried fighting against what he wanted, I’d been trying to save Sophia. They beat me until I was barely conscious, Dad let his VP rape me, ripping me open and making me bleed, and then they locked me in a dog cage for days with no food or water. I’d been lethargic by the time they dragged me out. One of the girls—who was there against her will—had nursed me back to health since my father was content to just let fate play out.

Before Tango, I had wished she’d just let fate play out, too. I’d had no reason to want to continue living back then, but I’d been too much of a coward to end it all myself.

Sophia set a glass of chocolate milk in front of me. I glanced up from my book long enough to smile at her in thanks before focusing back on the page I’d been reading. It was a miracle that Sophia didn’t harbor any hard feelings for me after what my family had done to her. In fact, she was sweet and kind despite being raped, beaten, and left for dead behind the bakery counter of her bookstore.

She was a really good woman. Too damn good for the likes of an outlaw, but Chase adored the ground she walked on. Hell, he worshipped her.

I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t a bit envious.

I slid the chocolate milk closer to me and slipped the straw between my lips, my eyes devouring the words on the page in front of me. One of the main characters was facing off with a past abuser, and my heart was in my throat, waiting to see if the main character would finally get his revenge.

I lived through these characters, wishing I had the strength to do what they did. I wished I had the strength to face Patrick and all the other men of the Ghosts of Chaos MC and make them pay for every bit of suffering they’d put me through. But I didn’t. I was scared. Terrified, actually. Most times, the thought of them made me break out in a cold sweat.

My eyes ran over the words, my lips going slack around the straw.

His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, slamming me against the wall behind me so hard, my head cracked off the brick, momentarily knocking me out. When I came to, it was to pain.

So. Much. Fucking. Pain.

My ass was burning, and a scream ripped from my throat⁠—

I dropped the book, my heart hammering against my chest. I’d searched everywhere for this book’s trigger warnings before using Tango’s credit card to order it. I’d done my homework, but the author hadn’t listed sexual assault or rape as a trigger.

Vomit crawled up my throat. My hands shook so badly, the tremors made my fingers knock against the glass, tipping it onto its side before it rolled to the edge of the table and crashed to the floor. The glass shattered, milk spilling everywhere. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs weren’t working. My chest was too tight.

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)

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CHASE

I've been obsessed with her since the moment she opened up her little bookstore/coffee shop in town.

And despite her obvious hatred of me, it hasn't stopped me from pursuing her.

The club runs the security at her store, and not going to lie--I stalk her. I follow her every move every second that I can.

~*~*~

SOPHIA

I've dealt with my fair share of dangerous men, criminals who live by their own codes and morals.

So, I don't want anything to do with Chase, the Vice President of Satan's Worshippers MC's Texas Charter.

He's dangerous, even if he hides it well behind that crooked smile and that trimmed, neat beard.

**Trigger cheating (during a split), criminal activity, sexual assault

This is book two of a fourteen-book series. It is highly recommended to read Scorpion (Savage Crows MC Book 11) and Johnston (Satan's Worshippers MC Book 1) before reading this book.

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Chase

I grimaced as I took a sip of the coffee one of the guys had made. Judging by the taste of it, this was all Reese’s doing. Fucker couldn’t make a good pot of coffee to save his life. He made it so strong, it hurt my damn stomach. I didn’t know how anyone stomached this shit.

“Reese, I’m going to kick your ass,” I rumbled, pouring the coffee down the drain. No amount of sugar would help that. That shit was strong enough to fuel an elephant for the day.

“Can’t hang with the big boys, Chase?” he teased from his seat at the bar. He nodded his head toward the sink, where I was setting my now-empty mug. “You just wasted a perfectly good cup of coffee, by the way.”

I grunted and rolled my eyes, not bothering to reply. I was normally pretty chilled out and laid back, but without caffeine in my system, I was a miserable fucker to be around.

Coffee was my fuel.

I pulled my bike keys from my pocket. “One of these days, that strong-ass coffee is going to give someone a heart attack,” I warned him. “And it’s not going to be me.” He barked out a laugh that was way too loud for this early in the morning. “I’m going to get decent coffee.”

He snorted. “You might as well give up on that chick while you’re ahead, bro. She ain’t the type for our life. She’s as clean-cut as they come. Only so much rejection a man can take.”

Sophia, the owner of Books & Brews, a small bookstore/coffee shop that opened in town a little while back, wanted nothing to do with the likes of us, though she served us and Scorpion’s wife, Jessica, since we were good-paying, loyal customers. But dating any of us? Apparently, that was a hard limit for her.

Sucked for her though. I was a determined man, and when I put my mind to something, I didn’t stop until I accomplished it. And I wanted her. She was curvy and thick in all the right places, and every time she happened to be wearing her blonde hair back in a ponytail, I just wanted to wrap it up in my fist and rail her from behind just so I could see that juicy ass of hers bounce with every thrust into her sweet pussy.

Fuck. Now my dick was hard. Goddammit. Just what I needed this morning.

“She’ll cave eventually,” I told Reese. “Enjoy your heart attack-inducing coffee.”

Nodding once at Scorpion as he stepped inside the clubhouse, I slipped past him and headed out. I had two things on my mind, and they had to happen before church could even be thought about: coffee and a sinfully hot blonde that I couldn’t out of my head these days.

My infatuation with her had turned into an obsession.

Reese was probably right. I should probably quit while I was ahead. But I was a stubborn fool.

And I was practically a fucking stalker by this point anyway. There was no stopping me now. Especially when we handled all her security, and I could watch her on the camera feed all day while she was working.

Like I said: stalker.

And I wasn’t the least bit ashamed of it.

“Hi! Welcome to Books & Brews. I’ll be with you in just a…” Sophia’s head popped up from behind the checkout counter, her sweet voice trailing off when she saw it was me. “Oh, it’s you,” she griped, her sassy little tone making my dick awaken just when I got it to finally go soft on the way over here.

I smirked at her, ignoring my raging dick. “Yep, just me, cupcake. Take your time.”

I knew she was rolling her eyes at me. She hated it when I called her cupcake. But ever since that first day she opened and I found her practically having a mini-orgasm behind the coffee counter with a cupcake in her hand, the name had stuck. Her face had been absolutely orgasmic when she’d bitten into that sweet treat, and it had fueled many of my fantasies about her.

Besides, I’d seen how sweet she could be with other people in town. Cupcake suited her. It was just me and the club she seemed to particularly dislike. But she was new to our little town; her reaction to us was expected, so we didn’t take offense to it. One day, she would realize just how much we did for this place. Sure, we were criminals, and most of us had been to jail or prison at some point or another, but we didn’t let this shit come home and affect the people here.

I was pretty sure the only reason she allowed us to run her security was because we came highly recommended by everyone in town. She’d have been a fool to not seek us out. That wasn’t me tooting my own horn. We had the best equipment and were constantly doing free upgrades for our customers when new, better equipment came out.

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
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JOHNSTON
Being the mother charter prez, I’ve got to lead by example. Treat your old lady with respect. Keep a level head. Never make rash decisions.
But Aaliyah tips my entire world upside down. My blood runs hot every time she steps into the room. It’s a struggle to keep my hands to myself around her.
It’s easier when I know she’s got a man she lives with.
But when he screws up . . . well, that major boundary is now off the table, and I’m about to wreck my entire world and destroy the example I’m trying to make because Aaliyah . . . I need a taste.

AALIYAH
Johnston is the kind of monster your parents told you wasn’t under your bed when you were a little kid. He’s the boy your parents warned you not to date when you were in high school.
He’s the definition of danger and a bad member of society.
But I don’t care; I can’t help myself. I’ve always had a taste for the wild side, and I’m telling you–it doesn’t get much wilder than Johnston.
But apparently, I like them really wild because Johnston is married.
Talk about opening a new can of worms.

Trigger warnings: cheating on wife with FMC, criminal activity, strangulation, ow drama
This is book one of a fourteen book series. The books may be read as standalones, but they are better enjoyed if read in order.
Scorpion (Savage Crows MC Texas Charter Book 11) sets the scene for Satan’s Worshippers MC.

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CHAPTER ONE

Johnston

I stepped down the stairs, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake Wendy up—if she wasn’t up already. She and I had been sleeping in separate rooms for the last year. I’d married her at eighteen when I’d been young and dumb as fuck. Thought I loved her and thought she loved me. But the deeper I got into the life of an outlaw, the more tension threaded between us.

We argued all the time. Fought all the time. I’d tried filing divorce papers, but she refused to sign them, which I didn’t fucking understand until we’d had a fight a year ago, in which she told me she wasn’t leaving because she deserved the access to my money after all the hell I supposedly put her through over the years.

I’d shoved her and all her shit out of what was once our room. And then, I hauled our fucking bed down the stairs and lit the whole goddamn thing on fire in the middle of the front yard, not giving two shits if the neighbors saw and called the fire department. She had yelled and screamed, beat on my chest and back, but I’d stood silent and still, only watching the flames eat at the wood of our bed and the cloth of our mattress until all that was left on the ground was a smoking, hot pile of springs, nails, screws, and the bed frame.

Then, I dug a hole and buried all of it.

Wendy was a fucking nightmare, and one I wanted to get rid of. But getting rid of her was the equivalent of getting rid of a bed bug infestation. It was nearly goddamn impossible without putting a bullet through her skull. And with how well-known she was in this little town, doing that wasn’t as easy as I’d like it to be.

Because trust me, if it was, I would have done it a long damn time ago.

I spent most of my days at the clubhouse now, but for some fucking reason, I’d decided to come home and sleep in my own bed last night. Hell, I didn’t even have clothes here, so I was sneaking out of my own fucking house in the clothes I wore the day before.

The classic walk of shame without even getting any pussy.

I had no idea why I’d even come home. I should have just went to the clubhouse like I always did.

The club had no idea I had problems with her—well, expect my VP and best friend, Blayke. I was pretty sure most of them suspected, but they kept their mouths shut about it. They knew better than to question me about my own life. As long as it didn’t interfere with club shit, they had no reason to know.

I heaved a tired, heavy sigh when I saw Wendy sitting at the breakfast table in the corner of the kitchen, a mug of coffee in front of her. She’d been up for a while, judging by the curls in her hair and the flawless makeup on her face.

What the fuck did I ever see in her? She was fake as fuck. I wasn’t one for a woman wearing makeup, though I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell a woman what she could and couldn’t do with her own body. The government did enough of that shit for them. I kept my opinions to my damn self.

“Nice of you to come home for once,” Wendy bit out.

I just ignored her and strode to the coffee pot, pouring myself a cup. I probably should have just walked out of the house while I had a chance, but I needed coffee. I’d barely slept the night before, and I needed to wake the fuck up before I got on my bike and tried to ride any kind of distance. Not being fully awake put not just myself, but also other motorists, at risk. And while I was a grade-A asshole, I wasn’t reckless. I wouldn’t potentially harm or kill innocent civilians. They were off-limits.

I may be an outlaw. I may put bullets in skulls without a single fucking thought or feeling of remorse. But I didn’t put innocent lives in danger. That was my number one rule—maybe my only rule, to be honest.

“Are you going to just fucking ignore me in my own house, Johnston?”

I turned to face her, narrowing my eyes at her. “Better check yourself, Wendy. Your name is not anywhere on this fucking house since I bought it before we got married.” And I had. At eighteen, I busted my ass to finally get a bank to allow me to purchase. Took a lot of document plagiarizing on my end and some fake numbers for my “job”, but I eventually got it in the end.

Red crept up her neck, anger flashing in her hazel eyes. “Are you threatening me now?”

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