All Chapters of The Devil's Silver (The Road Devils MC 2): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Omaha, NebraskaJolene Angeles set her battered leather backpack down on the table with a sigh, took a giant slug of her Margarita and tried to look like she was not completely freaking out. She was sure that she was failing miserably, of course. Almost one full year of perfecting a poker face hadn’t let her down, but she knew that her shaking hands and shaking voice were giving her away. The tall, tattooed, gray-haired woman behind the bar had levelled her with A Knowing Look, after all, and Jo had felt transparent under the older woman’s steady blue gaze. Sure, bartenders were experts in human nature and what trouble looked like, and ones who worked in rough dive bars even more so, but still… Jo knew that the scowling woman serving up her drink had clocked her as a woman on the edge, or in trouble, or both, and she didn’t like that. Not at all. It made her feel vulnerable, and also like easy prey to anyone looking for weakness and confusion.She had no desire to feel or be either o

To nothing but her own astonishment, she loved the large, bristling beards that so many guys were sporting lately – such a refreshing change from Brian’s pasty, clean-shaven face – and she had a serious weakness for men who lived with passion and zero apologies. Lately, Jo was finding herself attracted to rough, to wild, to untamed… and her research into the MC lifestyle and culture had unlocked a whole realm of desires and wants that she’d had no idea that she held and had hidden deep inside.She squinted again, trying to see if she could place the colors on the men’s cuts, which might give her an idea which MC members were standing over there, but she wasn’t very clued up on Nebraska motorcycle clubs. She’d become familiar with clubs in Colorado specifically, because she was a woman who played it safe and smart – and she was determined to walk into that interview in Denver in three days’ time armed to the teeth with information. She still wasn’t sure that her decision to apply for t

“You serious?” Nell scowled at him. “You’re the money guy, Silver, the guy who literally counts the goddamn silver. You think that doesn’t matter? You think the club doesn’t need someone honest and smart keeping track of the bank accounts and expenses?”“Oh, we do, for sure. I’m not saying that it’s not an important job. It’s just not a super-glamorous one.”“You mean like being an Enforcer?” Nell snapped. “Would that float your boat a bit better, tough guy? Beating the shit out of people who have pissed off your Prez? Doing worse to them if they’ve really pissed him off?”“Hell, no,” Silver replied, stung. “I haven’t got the temperament for that. Or the stomach. Ice, Cain, and the twins have got that shit covered anyway, and I’m not even remotely interested in joining their Enforcer team, even in its more watered-down current version. But I guess… I don’t know. I don’t think of monthly club reports as all that much fun, is all. I mean, I already do endless paperwork for the garage, a

Nell laughed. “So are you back up this way sourcing bike parts from Roberta?”“Yep. Custom-restore on a 1920 Indian Scout.”“Holy shit. No way.”“Way. When the kid rolled it into The Garage, nobody could believe their eyes. I legitimately thought that Jinx was going to lose his mind. He had an Indian Scout as a teenager, and he still talks about that motorcycle like it was family.”“Where’d the kid get it?”“Inherited it from his grandfather. I doubt he’s serious about ever riding it, but he got some cash in the will too, and he’s decided to use it to restore the bike as close to original as possible. But finding parts for the gearbox is a bitch. Been up in Minnesota for two days, then spent hours this morning in Iowa looking at Ernie’s shop, but no luck. This job’s going to be a challenge.”“I can imagine.”“I’m dropping by Roberta’s tomorrow afternoon, so fingers crossed.”“If anyone can help you out, it’s her.” Nell looked around briefly, saw that her two bartenders were being run

Jo smiled tentatively at the large man with the eyes that glowed bright silver in his hard, handsome face. For some reason, he was staring at her, and even though he didn’t smile back, his expression softened somehow, opened up just a bit, like light cracking through a closed door. Yeah, he was intense and rough-looking, but weirdly, she didn’t feel even slightly threatened by him.And considering that he was walking towards her at warp speed, that was actually quite an astonishing thing.Wait. Why is he walking towards me?Dear God… is he coming to talk to me?Why, though? Why?Suddenly, all she wanted to do was get to her high-heeled feet and bolt for the goddamn door. Get over to the cabin that she’d rented, lock the door, maybe hide under the bed. Because there was no earthly way that she was up for even talking to this guy, let alone making embarrassing and clumsy attempts at seducing him.Oh, sure, she’d briefly entertained a crazed fantasy of him being the one that she went bac