บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Viking (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 3): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Uinta Mountains, UtahIt had been a long night and day – and this second night was looking like it would be even longer than all of that.Liam ‘Viking’ Callahan looked up at the endless sky full of stars and sighed; he was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. This was unusual for him on both counts, seeing as he’d been a combat doctor in Iraq and had been well used to bearing witness to unimaginable ugliness and human suffering, and doing all of that on zero sleep. These past twenty-four hours, though. They’d shaken him to his goddamn core.But no matter how he felt about anything at the moment, he had the dead body of an abusive fuck to get rid of – it was Viking’s responsibility to make sure that Jolene Angeles’ monstrous ex-husband was never found. It had been a while since Viking’s skills in this area had been called on by the Road Devils and when the club President Wolf Connor had tapped him to return to the old ways, Viking had been apprehensive. For about thirty seconds

Every woman-servant had a series of tasks that changed day-to-day depending on need, but they did have a few dedicated ones, things just for them alone. Iris’ last task of the day was to prepare the milk before bed. She’d been instructed over and over to warm the milk, add vanilla, and then add a heaping tablespoon of the white powder in the sugar container. It was sugar, for sure, but what Iris now knew was that it was mixed with some kind of sleeping pill all crushed up – and she’d been stirring it into her Garden sisters’ drinks. Theirs and her own.Iris had never liked sugar, never liked sweet stuff, not even as a kid. She’d added the sugar to her own milk every night because she’d been told to, until the one night that she just didn’t. To this exact second that she lay in her bed waiting for Violet to fall under the drug’s effects, Iris remained awed by this tiny act of rebellion, this decision that had been motivated by nothing more than a sense of I don’t want the goddamn sugar

Now she sank to her knees on the wooden floor and tugged a pin out of her hair; all the doors were locked from the inside at ten o’clock. In less than forty seconds, she’d unlocked the door to the yard outside and was back on her feet. She swung the door open and shivered at the blast of freezing wind.Nothing and nobody to the left, nor to the right. The outside field area was still and empty in the moonlight, and she took a deep breath.“OK,” she said out loud and hearing her own voice seemed to steady her. “Here we go.”Iris tugged the coat tighter around her to protect herself from the cold, then she paused. A wild burst of stupid courage rose in her, higher and stronger, a roaring rebellious need to say a few defiant words on her way out the door. A final departing shot like an old Western, a cutting one-liner just before blowing someone’s face off like a mafia movie. Just something.But words had never been her strong suit – not even back before she was Iris – so instead she loo

But did she want to climb into that van? The one driven by the huge guy who was doing something deep in the woods at midnight that was surely suspicious? Walking on over and casually asking him for a ride was clearly not an option, so she’d have to sneak into the back while he was standing way over at the fire and hope hard that she didn’t get caught.How smart is this?Not very. But let’s keep thinking about it.The man had gone back to the crackling fire now. Carefully, walking with her whole foot flat on the ground to minimize the noise, Iris snuck over to the side of the road to look at the vehicle more closely… and that’s when she saw that the van door was a little bit open and a tiny crack of light was spilling out from the back. She also saw the license plate.Colorado.A free ticket out of the state and no goddamn breadcrumbs to follow.That’s it. I’m out of here and I’m all in.Thirty seconds later, she was under a pile of blankets, wedged tight and snug between a wooden box

Uinta Mountains, UtahThe Garden of Divine LightEleven women stood in the corner of the women’s dormitory room, very silent and still in their long white nightgowns. Normally the women would be dressed and at their chores right now, while the men slumbered on for another four hours before rolling out of their beds to sparkling floors and steamy showers, hot coffee and fresh-baked bread.Not today, though. Today was definitely not business as usual.“Servant Rose already informed the Master about what’s happening,” Guardian Michael told a yawning and grumpy Guardian Jonah. “You need to wake up and get your head on straight, because he’ll be here any second and he’s gonna have questions about what you saw in this room last night.”The two men shot baleful looks over at the huddled women, who all flinched and pressed their backs against the wall. No, the men weren’t hitting them – at least not yet – but if Iris wasn’t found soon, things might well turn physical, they knew. If it got bad