Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(74)



“Ciérralo!” Skull orders and the room goes quiet. It is an old fight between the Pres and his second, and it’s easy to tell that the Pres is getting tired of the shit storm that Pistol keeps making out of it. “It is done. Majority vote made the decision and that is final. El fin. Si?”

Pistol stares hard at Skull but, eventually, backs down. You can feel the tension in the room, though. It’s thick. The saying ‘you could cut it with a knife’ comes to mind. Those two are going to go head to head soon and if Pistol gains control of the club, I won’t stay. I’ll go back to the main chapter in Georgia. He’s a hot head, and I’m not about to lay my ass on the line, daily, for him. My loyalty is to Skull. He’s saved our asses time and time again. If Pistol gets the club, there’s no way it will remain the same.

“Where are Beast and Torch?” I ask because it’s way too f*cking quiet in the main clubhouse.

“They are at that woman’s house you sent Keys and Shaft to,” Briar answers before anyone else, and I’m instantly annoyed.

“What the f*ck are Torch and Beast doing there? I sent the prospects to fix the water pump and deliver her truck. Where are they?”

“Still there. When Torch called to check and see what the hold-up was, Keys told him the hot little mama was fixing them dinner as a thank you. So he and Beast decided to go check her out.”

“Fuck me!” I growl getting up.

“What is wrong, hermano?” Skull asks, but I hear the laughter in his voice. The motherf*cker already knows why I’m upset.

“I’m going to go drag the dogs away from my woman.”

“You best hurry, you know how the co?o flock to the Beast man. They all want a piece of his gran polla.”

I walk off on that, giving them my back as the laughter erupts around me. I flip them off going out the door. It only makes them laugh harder.

If Annie is giving those f*ckers anything, I’ll turn her ass bright red.





Chapter 4


Annie


Curiosity killed the cat, I’m not quite sure what it’s going to do to me.



Once Sabre dropped me off, I was at loose ends. I endured an hour long conversation with my mother, hearing again the one hundred reasons I should be living back home. After that, I was so stressed that I decided to do what I always do, get lost in the kitchen. I go into the bedroom and grab my favorite gray yoga pants, put on my sports bra and a pink, (almost faded white) t-shirt over top of that. Feeling much more relaxed and at ease, I undo the chignon I had my hair in and just gather it into a ponytail on the top of my head. My hair is long, so even pulled up like that, the bottom of the ponytail still comes to the middle of my back.

Once all that is done, I go into the kitchen, grab all the fixings for my meatloaf and begin making dinner. I love to cook. It is part of the reason my ass refuses to fit in anything but a size fourteen these days. I don’t mind; I actually like the size I am. I’m comfortable with my body and my life. There’s not much I would change, except maybe my parents and the scars from my childhood. Those would be nice to live without.

The timer for the meatloaf is just going off when the doorbell rings. I pull it out of the oven, leaving it on the stove top and hurry to the door. Looking through the peephole I see two men. The one in front is tall and muscular. He’s got on a black t-shirt, but his arms and hands are covered in ink, he has on sunglasses, and his dark hair reminds me of a warm cup of coffee. Behind him stands another man, less tattoos, and with blond, sandy hair. He doesn’t have as much ink and he’s definitely skinnier, but you can tell he’s in good shape. He’s got friendly green eyes, and he’s wearing this smile that for some reason makes me want to smile, too. I get a little nervous wondering why they are at my door and shake it off a moment later. My parents have managed to make me afraid of my shadow. These guys are probably just from Sabre’s garage. I open the door, leaving the chain latched and look at the two men.

“Can I help you?”

“Sabre asked us to fix your car and drop it off,” the guy in the front says.

I smile and relax a little more. “Just a second,” I tell him, closing the door. I undo the latch on the chain and open it all the way. The man hands me the keys to my Blazer. “How much do I owe you?” The guy looks startled when I ask. The other man that was behind him comes around to stand beside him now. They both look at me grinning like they know a secret I don’t. It’s very unnerving.

“I’m sure Sabre will give you a bill,” the smaller of the two says with an easy laugh.

I frown because I specifically told him to have his mechanics bring me the bill. Still, it’s not their fault, and I feel bad that they’ve had to work so hard in this heat.

“Thank you so much for getting it done so quickly. Would you like something to drink? I mean it’s so hot outside, and I feel terrible that you’ve been out in it for me.”

“I don’t think that’d be a…”

“Sure would, Ma’am. Thanks!” The agreement is from the skinnier of the two, with a sly grin on his lips. He reminds me of a big prankster. I instantly warm to him.

“Please call me Annabelle,” I answer, standing back to let them in. There’s a moment of fear as I hear my father’s voice in my ear about trusting the wrong men and bringing disgrace on the family. I shake off those memories. I’m a grown woman now. It’s time I start living my life and leaving the past behind me.

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