All Chapters of The Devil's Ice (The Road Devils MC 5): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“But –” Vixen took a deep breath, readying herself for the hard part of this conversation. “I know that something does eat away at you, and whatever it is, that’s the reason why you’re so in control when you drink. If I had to guess – and this is only a guess – I’d say it’s because of your father. I think he did something to you and your Mom when he was drinking, and it was so bad, you never got over it. More than that, I figure you were a heavy drinker for a long, long time to cope with whatever he did… until one day you looked in the mirror and saw that you were becoming him. That’s when you stopped. Put down the bottle and even though you might have half-a-beer every six months, you never picked up the hard stuff again.”Ice stared at her, utterly dumbfounded that she’d gotten it so right, despite him not breathing a word."You don’t have to tell me,” she said hastily. “Really, babe. I’m not hinting around for the story. I just – it’s something that I know about you, something cent

Salt Lake City, UtahBones sat in the corner of the café, back to the wall, one eye on the window facing onto the bustling street. He hadn’t been home since Sheila’s warning the day before, hadn’t been on his motorcycle or in his truck – he’d been fattening up Uber’s bank balance, and paying cash at some crap motel downtown, just to be sure that he wouldn’t be in a situation where his ‘brakes failed’, or some ‘home invasion’ went way wrong.He pulled out two phones now, one a burner just for making calls, one with WiFi capabilities, registered under one of his fake ID’s. Three years before, when Crusher had started to lose the fucking plot and tip over into mayhem just for its own sake, just to alleviate his boredom, Bones had purchased these two phones. He knew that there would be an occasion when he’d use them… he hadn’t seen this situation coming, but then again, Bones had been in the life long enough to know that you never fucking know.You just don’t know when fucking cancer will

“And he’s now killing his own people,” the man said quietly. “Anyone who makes a mistake, or who questions what he’s doing, they’re gone. Old-timers, men who have been loyal to the club for decades and to four Presidents… just disappeared.”Scars realized that this meant that the men who’d tried to kill Vixen and Keira were dead now, at the hands of their own brothers, and he felt a pang. He’d have taken great pleasure in making them suffer, but then again, there was a kind of perverse justice in them being taken out by the people that they’d trusted the most, their own brothers, their own family. If Wolf ordered for Scars to be killed by Arrow, or Holt, or Jinx, Scars thought that he’d die from the betrayal before they could get on with it. It would be the absolute worst way for him to go, and so a part of him was fiercely glad that the assholes in the van had been shown that level of contempt and disrespect by and from their own.But he also realized the reason that this man was on

Ice pulled his truck over, glanced over at Vix. He knew that the neck brace was so tight that any movement on her part was impossible, but he’d still driven to the mountains like there was a brand-new robin’s egg sitting on the seat next to him.“OK?” he said. “I didn’t throw you around too much?”She turned her whole upper body to meet his eyes, with a teasing pout on her face. “You didn’t throw me around at all, handsome. And you won’t for a while, more’s the shame.”Ice laughed, musing how much he actually did laugh around her, then opened the door. “Sit tight, Vix, I’ll come and get you.”He opened her door, extended his hand to her and she took it like a queen, then hesitated. “You worried about jarring your neck when you step down?” Ice asked. “It is a bit of a drop for a woman who needs to stand on a book to look over a counter.”“Hey!” she said, giving him a teasing tap on his wrist. “I’m not that short.”“Baby,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her, se

“That is correct.”She snuggled down in her big coat, watched as he started to set up the wood into a teepee shape around the kindling, then light a match. The kindling caught immediately, and as they waited for the sticks to catch too, he put two marshmallows on each fork. The whole time, she just watched how he moved, marvelling at yet another new side of this man. Ice was normally like a jungle cat: patient, dangerous, predatory. His every movement felt cold and calculated, like it had a specific purpose, and that purpose was undoubtedly about catching someone unaware, then utterly fucking that someone up. She’d seen him move like that for years now, even in the back rooms when he’d advanced on her before hauling up her skirt to palm her pussy, her arousal pooling into his hand as she gasped and moaned, or when he’d effortlessly picked her up, thrust inside her quivering body, and fucked her standing. He moved like a force of nature, and there had been quite a few times when the