บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Ice (The Road Devils MC 5): บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Vixen was quiet for a few seconds, thinking about everything that she’d just been told, trying to decide how scared she was. After a bit of mental gymnastics, and reflecting that she was incredibly lucky in more ways than she’d fully appreciated yet, she realized that her worries were mostly to do with money. How was she supposed to keep her life afloat while she was flat on her ass healing for two months, probably more? She sure as hell couldn’t work, and treatment like what she was getting wasn’t cheap, and private hospital rooms cost the earth, and it wasn’t like waitressing at a biker bar came with medical insurance. God, the bill for the ambulance alone was going to wipe out most of her modest savings, she was sure.“What, Vix?” Ice was watching her. “What is it?”Vixen tried to smile, raised her eyebrows, reminded herself to focus on gratitude because this could have all gone a totally different way, and not a good one. “No, nothing. It’s just a lot of information.”“Nuh-uh. Com

Wolf jerked awake, and sat up to peer at the babies on the bed. They were still and silent – at the same time for once, thank fuck – so he carefully lay back down on the floor, though he knew that sleep wouldn’t be back anytime soon, and not just because of his concrete mattress. He was beside himself with worry, and about many, many things.Although his primary concern was (obviously) caring for two tiny humans who couldn’t communicate their needs with him in any clear language, he couldn’t imagine what was happening with Briley and the twins. They must be out of their minds with worry and fear, and he had no way of letting them know that their babies were (relatively speaking) safe. They were with someone who wasn’t going to hurt them, at least not intentionally, and if they could just know that, Wolf imagined that some of the nightmares in their heads would settle down a bit.But the horrors playing out in his own head were pretty significant: he hadn’t forgotten Preacher’s Biblica

Viper threw his beer across the bar, narrowly missing some pass-around slut in a skirt that didn’t cover her ass cheeks. She gasped and the glass shattered on the wall behind her, but she said nothing. Viper was in a terrifying, terrible mood and had been for the past few days, and everyone knew better than to say a single word about it.He stormed out of the bar and down the hall to the President’s office. The girls and the MC members watched him go, then exchanged loaded glances. Still, nobody spoke, though a few of the men shook their heads. They knew that things in Denver hadn’t gone even remotely to plan, and Viper was seriously pissed about it.They heard the office door slam, and the men cautiously sat down together at a table with their own beers. The woman in the barely-there skirt started sweeping up the broken bottle pieces, and another club pass-around got a mop to finish the cleaning.“Fuck me,” a man with a scruffy blond beard said. “Our Prez is losing it.”“He’s losing

“Maybe.” King stared at the other men, and he was totally focused again. “Maybe.”“So, maybe we walk through that possibility,” Scars said. “We go back to the very beginning, and we say that Bale is dirty, and we treat it as fact. If it’s true – and we’re saying that it is – what happens first?”“He convinces Denton to bring him on board because of his experience in the gang unit,” King said. “He uses our trust in Denton to give him credibility, and then he’s in the door here with all of us.”“Uh-huh,” Scars agreed. “Then he tells us that he has a CI inside The Hellions, but we can’t know anything about him, because he’s high-up in the club, and he’d be at risk if word got out. For all we know, he does actually have a man inside, but I doubt that he’d use any intel gained from him to help us.”“Right.” King sighed. “So then Bale’s our only point of contact to the club, and he moves back and forth between us and his mystery man freely – assuming said man exists – reporting what he says

“OK,” she said, a bit taken aback at the change of topic and tone. “What is it?”Ice came back to her, placed the mug on the table in front of her, watched to see if she could reach it without having to strain. It suddenly came to him that he was essentially inviting himself to live with this woman, and who knew for how long. That she needed some help wasn’t an issue, at all… but he wasn’t sure that she’d accept even that, if it was coming from him, considering everything. Maybe it was too complicated between them, maybe it would be better if one of the other boys came and stayed with her. But Ice wanted it to be him, for as long as she let it be.Well, all I can do is ask.“I want to stay here with you,” he said, deciding to just jump in with both feet.“You – uh –” Vixen almost choked on her tea. “You – stay?”“Yeah. Stay.”“Where?” Her eyes darted around the living room, trying to imagine Ice sleeping on her floor. The sofa didn’t pull out into a bed, so unless he was going to camp