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  Not long ago, she would’ve balked if a big and scary biker asked her to be his wife. Devil was hers as much as she belonged to him. She knew that deep in her heart. It only took a single moment to fall head-over-heels for a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “I’ll marry you.”

  He smirked. “That was Crow just now. He said the priest’s here.”

  Sneaky bastard. Destiny shouldn’t be surprised Devil would bring a priest to tie the knot. He wasn’t letting her back out. Then again, Destiny had no plans to bolt. She flashed him a sweet smile. “Then we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  “You shouldn’t worry so much. Dad and Uncle Devil will return before you know it,” Bonnie told her.

  They were in the kitchen of the clubhouse, sharing a slice of cake and having coffee. As usual, Hawke hovered in the background, silent as a shadow.

  It had been over a year since Destiny agreed to be Devil’s old lady. Hard to believe twelve entire months had passed since she’d said yes to him. Life in the MC took a little bit of adjusting on her part, but just as Devil predicted, she fit right in. Over time, she managed to win over the other bikers, including Saint. Destiny got along well with the other old ladies, but she’d become close friends, especially with Bonnie.

  She knew what it felt like, not fitting in. Bonnie was a fish out of water. Destiny chose this life to be with her man. She stood by Devil and he always asked for her opinion. They were a team who made decisions together, but Bonnie? Bonnie was smart as a whip. She could move to another state and start college, leave this life behind, but something kept her here.

  Destiny stole a glance at Hawke and decided it was none of her business. Bonnie was eighteen, an adult. She had every right to make her own choices. Destiny had her own problems to worry about, like the pregnancy kit she left on the bathroom sink.

  They stopped using protection a week after their marriage. Judging by how often they had sex, Destiny shouldn’t be surprised Devil managed to get her pregnant.

  “Hello. Earth to Destiny?” Bonnie asked.

  “Sorry.” She flashed the young woman an apologetic look. “Something’s been on my mind. Yeah, you’re right. It’s just another delivery. I’m not worried.”

  A delivery job that took Devil and the others through River Dawn. The Skull Riders MC were still their allies. Carl’s body remained buried in the neck of the woods, untouched. Skull had written him off as missing or dead. Most meetings between the two MCs occurred at River Dawn, much to Destiny’s relief. She didn’t think she’d be able to keep a straight face if she ever encountered Skull again.

  “Are you and Devil having problems?” Bonnie asked, biting her lower lip. “Because I really like you, Destiny. You’re like the sister I never had. Please tell me you guys are fine.”

  Destiny laughed. “Of course, we are. It’s a private matter I need to discuss with my husband, so I can’t share the news with you yet.”

  Her man strolled into the kitchen at that moment. Devil’s hair was windswept, like he’d just gotten off his bike. Destiny stood up, studying him intently. No blood or bruises. She let out a sigh of relief. Before Destiny could throw her arms around him and greet him with a kiss, he approached her. Without another word, Devil put his hands around her waist and swept her in his arms.

  She yelped as he carried her like a doll out of the kitchen. Destiny didn’t miss the sight of Bonnie rolling her eyes.

  “Where are you taking me?” she demanded.

  “Upstairs,” Devil replied. She endured the usual knowing grins from Devil’s other MC brothers and ignored the envious stares of some of the club whores as Devil moved past the main drinking area. He climbed up the stairs, still carrying her like she didn’t weigh a single thing.

  Destiny felt like a new bride all over again as he kicked the door to their room open. Devil used his foot to close the door.

  “I found something interesting in the bathroom sink,” he said, lowering her to the bed. “Are you keeping secrets from me, woman?”

  Her heart started. Destiny began to protest. “I was going to tell you as soon as you returned.”

  Devil took off his leather jacket and sat next to her on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to be a father?” he asked, taking her hands and lifting them to his lips for a kiss.

  “Yes, are you angry?” she asked tentatively. They’ve never really discussed children before although she knew Devil wouldn’t mind having them.

  “Why would I be, baby? I’m fucking excited,” Devil said. He closed his hand over the back of her neck and leaned in close for a searing kiss that made her nipples tighten. Even a year later, the heat between them burned hot as ever.

  When he released her mouth, she was panting. She imagined herself barefoot and pregnant, and Devil protectively hovering by her side.

  Destiny smiled. “I can’t wait for our baby to arrive.”

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  Sample Chapter

  Blood was supposed to be thicker than water. Right now, Leah hated her brother’s guts more than anything in the world.

  The dark room reeked of cigarette smoke, stale beer, and sex. Larry licked his lips as he studied his cards. Sweat coated the back of his thin shirt. The big brother Leah used to worship and follow around when she was a kid had been reduced to this trembling coward.

  Right now, she had zero respect for him. To him, Leah was just collateral damage.

  Leah clasped her hands together and stayed seated behind Larry like a good and obedient little doll. It was all a front. Most people assumed a five-foot-four girl was harmless. They’d soon find out she had sharp teeth. She was just biding her time.

  The men Larry owed money to smirked at him and nudged each other in the ribs, silent laughter in their eyes. Everyone at the table knew the outcome of this game. Shane, the bald one with the ugly facial tattoo, blew smoke rings at Larry’s face, making him cough.

  “Don’t worry, Larry. We’ll treat your little sister real good,” Shane’s partner, Guy, said. Guy gave Leah a sweeping look and snorted. “She’s a little too round for my tastes but she’ll provide our crew with some entertainment. We never had a virgin to break in before.”

  She glowered at Shane. That only made him laugh. In her head, she imagined driving her fist into his thick skull and hearing it crack. They knew she was a virgin, no surprise there. Larry probably let it slip, intentionally or accidentally, Leah didn’t care.

  Larry’s betrayal was an unforgivable act, but she doubted she’d live long enough to enact her vengeance against him.

  A loud groan from the next table made her head turn. Seeing a red-haired woman being taken on the table by a heavily inked man made Leah swallowed. Whistles of appreciation broke out from the other men in the room. Some stopped gambling to watch.

  They were all savages here. Here, the rules of the normal world didn’t seem to apply. Cops would never touch this territory. They were paid to look away.

  The woman looked into it, but Leah didn’t know all the details. She looked away, only to find Guy grinning at her.

  “You like an audience, bitch?” Guy asked her.

  The repulsive stare he fixed on her made all the hairs on her arm rise up.

  Underneath the rage and the frustration, Leah was terrified. The security here was tight. The suits guarding the doors didn’t bother hiding their guns. If Leah bolted out of her seat, she wouldn’t make
it out of those doors in one piece.

  Leah had come here out of her own violation. Larry didn’t force her. Worse, he had gone on his knees and begged her to come. He had told her he wanted his little sister, his remaining family member there for emotional support.

  Emotional support her ass. The conniving bastard knew she’d come, knew she’d walk into the very bowels of hell itself for him. They were family. She and Larry had been on their own since they were teenagers. The big brother who fought the authorities, who insisted they had to stay together—that Larry was gone. He was replaced by this yellow-bellied coward who would gamble his own sister for a chance to win all his money back.

  “Enough horsing around,” Shane grumbled. “We have other debts to settle. What will it be, Larry?”

  Leah returned her attention to her brother’s lousy hand of cards. Guy and Shane were cheating, there was no doubt about it. Too bad no one was going to call them out on it.

  She had always possessed a vivid imagination. Right now, her mind took her to foul places. Once Guy and Shane were done with her, would they leave her body in a dumpster or would they drive her corpse out of the city? Would they bury her in the middle of the woods in a nameless grave?

  In the slums, it wasn’t unheard of for young women to vanish without a single trace. She and Larry had grown up in the streets. He should know better than borrow money from lowlifes who worked for Knox Carter.

  Leah dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands until they bled. She wanted to scream in frustration until her throat was hoarse.

  “What’s this?” a deep male voice asked, dragging Leah back to reality.

  Both Guy and Shane sat ramrod straight in their chairs. They definitely looked more alert and cautious. Less cocky and smug. This newcomer, this man, was different from every other scum in the room.

  An indescribable commanding presence emanated from him, telling her this was one man no one in their right mind would want to screw with. Guy and Shane looked like small fry compared to him. Insignificant. Standing, this man must be at least six-foot-six. He was built like a house and every inch of him was padded with muscle. All of it was hidden under a suit of midnight blue that looked perfectly tailored to his body. The suit matched his eyes.

  Only one word came to mind.

  Predator.

  He was one beautiful monster. No doubt about it. Women probably fell at his feet with a snap of his fingers, but beautiful monsters shouldn’t distract her.

  Eyes the color of an angry storm met her gaze, held it. Leah sat rigid in her uncomfortable chair, unable to look away. He silently assessed her from head to toe. The look of open hunger on his face took her slightly aback because it was so unapologetic. So raw. She shivered involuntarily and wondered why his stare didn’t repulse her the way Guy’s and Shane’s did.

  It should. This man would chew her up and spit her back out. He’d leave her empty. Leah knew that from a single searing glance. He’d leave her a wreck. A ruin.

  For a second, she wondered what it would be like, being under a man like him. He was probably used to barking out orders. Making commands and expecting nothing but obedience in return.

  Leah shivered. He curved his lips slightly upward, to what she supposed passed for a smile.

  “Boss.” Guy sounded his voice first.

  Boss? So this is Knox Carter?

  Leah swallowed the lump in her throat and studied him closer. Black hair. Blue eyes. Knox was untouchable. The king of this city. Knox had dirt on everyone they owned. There was even a rumor the mayor did his bidding.

  “Knox, a chair for you,” another lackey in a suit said, dragging a chair from one of the unoccupied tables.

  Knox sat down, just like a king. Leah slapped her hands on her cheeks, because she shouldn’t be captivated by a gangster. This wasn’t some fairy tale where a handsome prince was going to sweep her off her feet and carry her back to safety. Knox was probably the devil in disguise, ready and eager to drag her to the dark depths of the underworld with him.

  What the hell did Knox want? Maybe he did this all the time. Checked in on his businesses. Maybe he liked lording it over the masses foolish enough to borrow money from him.

  “Who are our guests?” he asked.

  Guests? More like prisoners. He never spared her brother a glance even once. Knox kept his rapt attention on Leah. She hated herself for looking away first. Leah stared her hands, suddenly finding them way more interesting.

  “Larry Taylor. This fucker owes us twenty grand. We gave him an opportunity of a lifetime. If he wins this one game, his debts are considered paid. He only has ten grand. Said his sister Leah will pay us the rest,” Shane said. “He claims she’s a virgin. We haven’t checked to see if it’s true, but we’ll find out soon enough.”

  “Hmm.” Knox’s tone and expression were hard to read. His tanned face looked like it was made of marble.

  “Yeah, boss. Look at the little shit squirm,” Guy said, obvious glee in his voice.

  Guy was milking it all—Larry’s misery. Leah’s suffering and anger. If only she had a gun and knew how to use it. She would gladly put holes in his body.

  “Cards, Larry. Don’t make us ask again.” Shane reminded Larry.

  With shaking hands, her brother placed his cards down on the table. Shane and Guy did the same. Leah grimaced. A royal flush from Shane.

  “The game’s rigged,” Leah blurted.

  “Shut your trap, bitch,” Guy said, shoving the bills on the table into a bag. “We’ll find a better use for that mouth.”

  “No. She’s mine.” Knox didn’t need to raise his voice. “Keep the cash. The money doesn’t interest me.”

  Guy and Shane traded each other looks then shrugged.

  “The bitch’s all yours, boss. Enjoy,” Guy said, rising to his feet. No questions asked.

  Unease grew in the pit of Leah’s stomach. She didn’t know what was worse—being given to Guy and Shane or being under Knox Carter’s complete mercy.

  “Wait, this wasn’t the deal,” Larry blurted, rising from his seat.

  “Throw that piece of trash out,” Knox said in the same cold and deadly voice.

  Fear raced down her spine. Leah couldn’t move a muscle. She had trouble drawing air into her lungs. She could only watch Guy and Shane haul Larry by his armpits. Larry didn’t give them much of a fight after Guy socked him in the ribs.

  Helplessness filled her as she watched her brother disappear into the double doors that led topside, back to the real world.

  Leah suddenly felt alone. Vulnerable. Larry wasn’t much help but at least, while he was playing poker with Guy and Shane, he acted like a barrier. The one last line of defense between Leah and her awful fate.

  Maybe part of her hoped that the brother she once knew and trusted would have her back. That Larry would somehow find them a way out of there. The last shred of hope she’d kept alive inside her all this time wilted.

  “We’re leaving. Come,” Knox told her.

  He was suddenly standing in front of her. Knox had the gall to offer Leah his arm. The bastard moved so much faster than she thought was possible for a man his size.

  She shook her head, despite knowing it was futile refusing a man like Knox.

  “Don’t try my patience, Leah. I’m used to having my way.”

  The sound of her name on his lips felt like a jolt to her system.

  “Oh, I bet,” she murmured.

  Knox didn’t look annoyed or pissed. That smile looked sexy and wrong on him. Leah had a feeling a man like him didn’t often smile but when he did, something bad was going to happen.

  “You prefer to remain here?” Knox gestured to the rest of the room.

  Everyone else was busy playing cards at their tables, going about their usual business. Still, Leah had a feeling Knox’s people were watching them. Waiting for her next move. There was no way out of this mess.

  Leah hastily stood up only for Knox to eliminate the distance between them. Their bo
dies made contact. Her pulse raced when he hooked a finger under her chin and brought her face closer. He settled his lips against hers, a mere brush. Knox ran his tongue over her bottom lip. She could feel her nipples tighten against the thin material of her sweater. Moisture gathered between her legs.

  She couldn’t believe the way her body was reacting. Leah shouldn’t be attracted to this man.

  The next words he uttered nearly stopped her heart.

  “You’re my property now. You’re mine to do as I please, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

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