The Devil's Pair (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 4) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

His attention shifted to the other people hiding behind a vehicle in the compound courtyard, and he squinted hard to see the men’s faces, wondering if he’d seen them back in Denver too. But no… these three were new to him. One was a gigantic blond Scandinavian type with icy-blue eyes that were visible even from this distance, terrifying in his size and demeanor as he surveyed the front of the building; the other two were both dark-haired and they were – wait a minute – they were identical. Twins? Twin motorcycle club pricks?The one twin was face-down in a van and he was clearly hurt; Michael rejoiced to see a large pool of blood staining the back of the man’s jeaned thigh. The other twin was talking to the viking holding Iris, and he looked tense. Michael hoped hard that his brother had massive internal injuries and died a slow and agonizing death.There was another woman there too, a tiny brunette. She had a blanket around her shoulders and she was sitting on the van floor next to

Both men burst into hoots of laughter.“Jesus, darlin’.” Drake held the door for her and ushered her in. “You have a sassy mouth, huh?”She smiled at him as Dux helped her take off her coat. “Sometimes.”“And what do you do with that sweet mouth the rest of the time, when it ain’t sassing innocent old people?” Dux asked her. “Maybe it does nice things once in a while?”Briley cocked her head at them, briefly taken aback. This wasn’t the first time that the twins had said something that felt really, really loaded… and despite the joking, teasing words, they also seemed to have a serious undertone, a current of sensuality. Like maybe the men were really asking; like maybe they were more than just flirting to pass the time as they all drove from Utah to New York, and now back west again.Briley had been alone in the van with Dux and Drake for almost ten solid days, ever since the group of them had peeled away from The Garden of Divine Light, leaving Gideon dead on his back and his Guardi

“Because I’ve known you for twenty-eight years,” Briley said in a low voice. “And I know that the only reason you bashed Trevor’s head in that night was because he was bashing your head in, and it wasn’t the first time he’d done that. It wasn’t even the hundredth. I saw your face when I got to your house, remember, I saw what he’d done to you before you put him down like the feral dog that he was.”“Briley –”“I’m begging you, please don’t talk about this anymore. I can’t – I can’t keep going back over it all in my head, thinking about Gideon and the things he forced on me. I have to start to look forward, not behind me. If I don’t keep my eyes nailed on the horizon, I’m going to drown in the memories, and I can’t let him take one more thing from me. Do you understand what I mean?”“I’m sorry,” Cheryl whispered. “I’m so sorry. If I could take everything back that he did to you, I would. I’d serve jail time for killing Trevor and us burying him in that quarry, and I’d do it standing on

“Well…” She blinked. “I mean… I kind of chose it, if you think about it. I kept going back to the Garden, remember, knowing what would happen once I got there.”“Nuh-uh, Briley.” Dux sounded furious again. “That’s all bullshit and you’d damn well better know it. You took what he was dishing out to keep your friend safe, but that doesn’t mean it was a choice. Why the fuck are you downplaying any of what happened to you?”“I – I don’t know. I shouldn’t.” She bit her lip. “The truth is that I hate thinking about it, and I never talk about it.”“Wait,” Drake said, catching on more fully to the horror. “Cheryl didn’t know what was going on?”“No. I told Cheryl a bit while we were in New York, but I never breathed a word of it to her before then.”“Jesus,” Dux said, running his hands through his dark hair. “So you two were talking about all of this on the phone just now?”“Kind of. Cheryl said that Gideon wouldn’t have been able to manipulate me if she hadn’t messed up – she feels responsib

Denver, ColoradoWolf Connor, President of The Road Devils MC, leaned back in his chair and glared at the cell phone on the meeting room table.“What do you mean that there’s no sign of that prick Michael?” he growled at the phone. “How’s that fuckin’ possible, man?”“Dunno.” Ice Johansson’s voice over the speaker was as cool and detached as ever. “All I can tell you is that I’ve been camped outside the goddamn Desert Bloom cult compound for almost two weeks now, and he hasn’t shown up.”“Any chance that someone is leaving the compound to meet him somewhere else?” Scars Innis, the MC Vice-President asked. “Maybe in town?”“Nope.” Ice’s tone was firm. “Not a chance in hell.”“You’ve been followin’ people who leave the place?” Wolf asked. “Keepin’ tabs on everyone?”“Nuh-uh. No need,” Ice said. “Nobody has left since all that shit went down back in Utah. People have gone in, for sure, but none of them have been Michael and nobody has walked out again.”“How many have gone in?” Scars ask