“You’re mine to protect.” Thrust. “Mine to play with.” Another thrust. “Fuck, little mama. You’re just mine.”
Her lips curved into a smile that was pure sin.
“Then fuck me like you mean it.”
Merry. Christmas. To me.
The picture was worn and faded as I pulled it from my pocket.
Stefanie’s image stared back with that sweet smile that I used to love and adore. I fell hard and fast for that girl and her death tore a hole in my heart so wide that I didn’t think would ever stop aching.
I wanted vengeance.
I needed vindication.
Blood for blood. Eye for an eye.
Rage bubbled under the surface of my skin and I was only waiting for the moment to strike. Plotting. Planning. Ensuring that I was ready when I patched into the Royal Bastards MC.
Rael promised. He told me Grim was holding Church soon to decide.
It wouldn’t be long now.
I could feel how close I was to fulfilling my plans.
No one was going to stop me either. Not even the pres.
Once I had my Reaper . . . I would unleash hell on earth.
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