Love That Defies Us (The Devil's Dust #2.2)(20)

I sit back and look at my family, the family I never thought I would have. As a child, I would sit in my empty house with no electricity—because my mom split to use what money she got on drugs and on her boyfriend—and often wonder what I had done in life to deserve such a Hell. Growing up, I never thought I would amount to anything, too damaged to feel anything but hate toward the world. I found the club and took my place as a criminal and a killer, doing what I already knew.

Then Dani walked in and wrecked that thought of isolation. Taught me how to feel, taught me to be more than what I was. Every day I wake up she teaches me a new emotion, and my kids make me see things I often forget are there. I have to stop trying to isolate myself and let those who want to be with me be there, stop believing that the only thing I deserve is an old house filled with mold and empty boxes of crackers I had licked clean. Maybe if I accept what is given to me, I can outgrow my shell of darkness completely.

“What’s her middle name?” Bobby asks, sitting in the rocker.

“Rose,” Dani says, looking at me for approval. “She was born on Valentine’s Day; I thought it was fitting,” she continues, snuggling Zane next to her.

“I love it,” Bobby replies.

I brush a dark strand from her face. “Me, too, Firefly.”



I want to thank everyone who supported me and helped me get this novella done. I cannot begin to explain what it means to me to have such a support system. My street team, beta readers, and readers are my world and hope I can continue to please you as much as I am pleased to be writing for you.

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