Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC (26 page)

"Never," he growled, thrusting up into her. The pain in his side was nothing beside the euphoria of being joined with her. "Never. You're mine."

"For as long as I'm here."

"Always." It was a promise. He swore it upon his tags, upon his bell, upon every talisman of luck he'd ever carried. He swore it upon his memory of Alvarez. He didn't think he'd ever be able to remember his friend without sadness, but he clung to what Rosa had instructed him to do.
“You go be with that girl. It’s what he once wanted for himself. If he can’t have it, then you go have it for him.”

He would. He'd said that he would, and he was a man of his word.

“It’s safe to leave.”

She’d been waiting for this day. Dreading it. Hoping for it. Dreading it again.

She sat next to Nomad in front of the bonfire as it spit sparks into the night sky. It was nearly winter but still warm enough for barbecues with an extra sweater or two.

“Did you hear me, girly?”

“I heard you.” She stared down at the tattoo on the back of her hand. The one that marked her as property of the Dust Bowl Devils.
Gunner’s.
He smiled at her from across the fire where he stood speaking with Irish and a few Eagles whose names she hadn’t learned yet.
Whatever.
She smiled back. She’d inherited Gunner’s distrust of those men, though he’d been less vocal about it of late.

Dawn was around that evening as well. They still weren’t on the most sisterly terms, but they were both working on it. They were both trying.

Nomad shook his head. “You changed the hell out of him. That boy was on his way to either prison or an early grave.”

“He changed me, too. You just didn’t know me before.”

“Well?” Nomad asked, prodding her arm. “What of it? Where’s that bus go, anyway?”

She pulled the ticket from her wallet. She’d kept it there after all this time. Most of the words were faded, now, and hell, the damn thing was probably expired. “LA,” she said. “Though I was considering Mexico after that.”

He chuckled. “Heard you’re starting school soon?”

“Not starting. Finishing.” Her credits had miraculously transferred. Colin’s boss’s reach hadn’t been as long or as destructive as she’d feared. That or they really had stopped caring about her after she’d sold her portion of the company. The only threats she received anymore were online, and vague enough to be ignored. Not that Gunner didn’t have them investigated anyway. Now they’d slowed to a trickle.

“He’s gonna be anxious while you’re away.”

“He’ll have you and Lily. And the club. And Rosa.” The woman was in attendance that evening. Bill of all people was keeping her company at the moment. She had a fragile appearance, a paleness, a look that spoke profound loss. But watching Senna and Gunner together brought a spark of life to her eyes, and Senna had caught glimpses of a quick wit and a spine of steel. It seemed as if the club had adopted her, though no one said anything about a tattoo. Senna decided she’d suggest it to Rosa later, just to make her laugh.

“He’ll miss you.”

“Yeah, but he gets to mock me and call me ‘college girl’ again.”

The school was a few hours away - not too far to see each other often, but too far for a daily commute. She’d rent an apartment when the spring semester started, and he’d stay behind with the club and with his new job at the garage.
And his criminal activities.
She hated to think that her father’s deceptions had long-lasting effects on her, but they had. She had a hard time trusting people; she found it impossible to stop second-guessing what they said, looking for their second face, waiting for the lie.

But Gunner was no liar.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy to trust him, crook or criminal or whatever he was. She trusted him and she loved him and escape was not an option. She was his.

With a wide grin, she leaned forward and fed the ticket into the flames.

Britten is an independent young author in NYC. Born with a love of words, the city, and animals, she grew up in an ever-growing pile of books. She’s mastered the art of cell phone typing and has more pets than her landlord needs to know about. When she’s not writing, she’s running. When she’s not running, she’s drinking every new beer she can get her hands on.

She can confirm that stereotypes about Catholic schoolgirls are true. Having been one herself, she’s still in recovery. Don’t tell her mom.

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