Page 130 of Devil's Due

“Aw, come on Beef. I won’t rob them. Too much.”

“Better fuckin’ not,” I rasp out under my breath. Then, throwing up my hands, walk over to join them, feeling I need to keep an eye on what’s going on.

Different clubhouse.In many ways, just the same.

Then I lean back against the bar watching my old world meet my new. And doesn’t that seem right?

Rock catches my eye, grins, then mouths, “Shiny side up, Brother.”

I raise my beer toward him and my lips form the words, “Dirty side down.”

Truck

Badly burned and injured, I’ve lost everything. I can’t fight fires anymore, or even ride my bike.

I brood, alone, even contemplated ending my life. What do I have left to live for?

When I hit that lowest point, I decided to fight back. I needed someone beside me. I didn’t expect to find a friend in Allie.

Was she like the rest of the sweet butts just wanting to become an old lady? Was she trying to sink her claws into me because she thought I was easy? Was she ignoring my scars just so I’d patch her?

Could I believe she had my best interests at heart and move past the fact all my brothers had known her intimately?

Allie

I enjoy sex. Not going to apologise for that. But Truck? He was different. It wasn’t just getting off, with him, it had been something else. Something I wanted to explore.

Before I’d gotten my chance, he’d left and never returned.

The club wants him back, so I volunteered to try to reach him.

My heart shattered when I found him scarred, broken and angry, but I wouldn’t let him push me away. He needed a friend, and I could be that.

I can’t hope for anything more. Bikers never fall for sweet butts do they?