Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(100)

“What’s this?”

“Open it and see,” I laugh as she claps her hands.

She rips into the box quickly, giggling madly and pushing the tissue paper inside away. All laughter stops though as she puts her hand on the leather cut inside. Her fingers graze over the Devil’s Blaze emblem and then tremble as she takes in the white patch underneath.

Property of Sabre.

I wait for a response. It seems like forever.

“A lifetime worth of love,” she whispers.

“Several,” I correct her.

“Put it on me,” she says, holding it up. I shake my head but do her bidding. She is on her knees leaning over me, naked as the day she was born, except for the leather Devil’s Blaze cut and my dick goes hard as a rock. She’s never been prettier. There has never been anything sexier in my life, than her. “I want you to make love to me now. Just like this. I want to have you inside of me while I’m wearing your colors. I need you to make love to me, Sabre.

I can do nothing but give her what she wants—what we both want.





EPILOGUE


SKULL


“You don’t understand the devastation of words, until you see the damage and realize you can’t take them back.”



“I’ve missed you, querida. I need to feel you close to me.”

“I’m here, Skull. I’ll never leave you.”

“But you have, mi amor. It’s so dark here without you. I need your ligero. You kept me sane.”

“You killed me, Skull. I can’t ever be with you again. I’m visiting the only way I can. The only way they will allow me.”

“Who are they? Who are these people who seek to keep my mujer from me? I will hunt them down. Nothing can keep us apart. Nada!”

“That’s not true. Even now, you’re in bed with another woman.”

“A club whore, nothing else,” I dismiss.

“But she’s not a whore, Skull. Not this one. This one cares about you. This one you pursued. She has a place in your club. In your life. You’re slowly forgetting me.”

“Never!” I scream as she starts fading away. Querida, come back to me. No me dejes solo!”

“But you’re not alone. You have her. You even took off my locket. I would have waited for you, Skull. I would have waited,” she says, crying before she fades into the black. My body jerks from the pain on her face and I jar myself awake.

I rake my hand through my hair, despising the way it trembles. I move to the side of the bed, putting my feet on the floor. I'm hung over as hell. My head, my teeth and even my f*cking hair hurts. I look at the blonde in my bed. I’ve been pursuing her since Dragon’s so-called funeral. She reminded me so much of Beth. The blonde hair, the unusual eyes. I saw her and went after her. In the end, she was nothing like my Beth. She’s been married before, and there’s nothing innocent about Teena, but she’s a good woman. A woman that a man could claim. If he was whole. If he had every piece of him. If he wasn’t haunted.

My cell phone rings and I grab it off the nightstand, walking away from the bed. I’m not ready to talk to her, or to anyone. My emotions are still raw. When I see who is on the phone, I know it’s not going to get any better.

“You weren’t at the meeting with your brother,” I mutter, wishing I was completely done with all of the Donahues… with everything. I’m starting to hate Beth, hate her for bringing this shit into my life and leaving me in it.

“I did not know about it. I am in France trying to calm the family. The death of my grandfather has left us all scrambling.”

“Si, for power.”

“True. But my grandfather was revered. They want his death avenged.”

“Who killed the motherf*cker? I’d like to buy him a beer, hell maybe four.”

“I thought Colin told you?”

“What the f*ck are you talking about?”

“Beth, she’s alive. My grandfather was keeping her and her sister prisoner. They murdered him and fled.”

“I don’t know what kind of game you and your brother are playing, but I am not—”

“It’s no game, Skull. It is very real. And the family has called a hit out on the girls. They have tracked them down in Texas.”

My hand shakes. Is it? Could it be real? After my meeting with Colin, I started taking precautions, but I thought he was playing me. There was no way she could have survived. I look over at the woman in my bed, and something coils inside of me I do not want to name.

“What is your game, Matthew?” I ask, because though he is slightly better to deal with than Colin, he’s still a f*cking Donahue and I do not trust him.

“There is a child, Skull. Your child.”

“I saw Colin’s papers. I know. I’m checking into it, but having some woman pretend to be Beth just so your family…”

“It is not pretend, Skull. Beth and your daughter are very much alive. At least, until my family gets ahold of them.”

There’s so many things running through me right now, I couldn’t name one f*cking emotion except anger and bitterness… bitterness is overwhelming me. Could Beth have done this to me? Could she?

“What do you want with me? I know it’s something.”