All Chapters of The Devil's Pair (The Road Devils MC 4): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Finally – and this was surprisingly the really big one – Violet just couldn’t seem to embrace the world of choices and opportunities that had been opened up to her by The Road Devils. She couldn’t handle being asked to make a decision, whether big or small. It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer:Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company?And on and on and fucking on. Violet had been in the Garden for a long time – she wasn’t totally sure how long, since Iris had explained that the women had been drugged, but if pushed, she’d say it was almost five years. Five years of being told exactly what to do, and every minute of her every day scheduled and supervised, and being summoned to Gideon’s room when it

Briley burst into the medical area of Rose Terraces, and Delilah Robinson jumped in shock at her friend’s noisy and dramatic entrance.“Jesus!” Delilah put a hand to her ample bosom, shook her dark head. “Why are you trying to kill me, girl?”“I need an ultrasound, like right now, because Ada said I do, and anyway, she’s right,” Briley babbled. “I need to be sure that Ada’s right, even though I know she is, but I need to see. To be sure. Even though I am, and Ada is too. I mean, she’s ninety-two, so there isn’t much she’s wrong about, right? Right?”“Ummmm. OK,” Delilah said slowly, looking at the other woman’s crazy eyes and backing away. “Come on over here and lie down. Maybe take a few deep breaths, because you look like you’re about to pass out where you stand.”“I’m not going to pass out.” Briley practically ran across the room to the examination table, launched herself on to it with a graceless thud. “Well – maybe. Maybe not. I haven’t decided yet.”“Ohhh-kaaay,” Delilah repeate

Denver, ColoradoSatan’s BarThe Next EveningFrank ‘Cole’ Porter poured out another shot of whiskey, scanned the bar quickly to see how the vibe was going. Nothing was unusual or alarming, so he flashed Vixen a grin as she picked up the tray of drinks for the bachelor party over in the corner.“Everything OK, sweetheart?” he asked her. “Those boys behaving themselves?”She rolled her amazing dark eyes – a beautiful inky almost-black, a color that Cole had never seen on anyone except Vixen – and smiled. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, with a lithe little body that just never quit… and even though Cole had spent almost four years working with Vixen and appreciating her abundant charms, he’d never even once been tempted to take her to one of the back fuck rooms.In Satan’s, Vixen was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times, though Cole knew that to not be true, at all. What was true was that she had been the ult

“Hey,” Drake said, as he and Dux stepped out into the half-light. “Briley…”Startled, she gave a small shriek, dropped her suitcase on the driver’s foot. He yelped and jumped, then glared at the twins.“Shit,” the driver grumbled, gingerly moving his toes. “Don’t just sneak up on folks, you morons. Give us a warning before emerging from the shadows, huh?”“Sorry,” Dux said and Drake nodded. “Are you OK? Your foot? You want to come inside and put some ice on it?”“Nah, man. I’m good.” He walked back around the car, gave them a small wave. “Take care now. Have a good night.”“You too,” Briley said softly. “Thanks.”He drove off. They watched him go, then as one, they all turned their eyes to each other. They all stared, not believing that they were seeing each other for the first time in months… and just like that, the three of them were back in her kitchen on that sunny late-spring morning. Briley was pressed up with her back against Drake’s chest, his fingers stroking her aching pussy

The Road Devils trooped into the conference room, with Drake the last one in and shutting the door behind him. There was a tense hush, and not just because of Wolf’s abrupt calling of the meeting.At the front of the room, between Wolf and Scars, stood Matt ‘King’ Kingston. And all the men assembled knew that that was never a good thing.“OK,” Wolf said tersely. “You all know that King bein’ here is never a great thing to have happen…”“Thanks, Connor,” King said, his voice rumbling out of that massive chest. “I’m feeling the love.”Wolf managed a strained grin at that. “Sorry, man, that was a pretty shit openin’ statement. Why don’t you just take the floor and tell the boys what you told me?”“You got it.” King stepped forward, and to a man, they remembered – yet again – that in a room of fucking badasses, and trained-up killers, and hardcore alphas, King remained… well. The king. He was literally and figuratively head-and-shoulders above any and all of them, even Ice, and nobody l