Page 82 of Dip's Flame

Fender…

One night. That’s all it takes for a person’s life to forever be changed. One chaotic, unexpected, inevitable night and hundreds of bullets, two of them hitting my parents. I was born to be a Soulless King, born with sworn enemies and a loyal streak. Like a phoenix, I rise from the ash and vow to bring hell upon those responsible.

The problem with my vow is I’m not sure who is to blame. They tell me it’s the temptress with emerald eyes, the one who used to share my bed. How can I be sure since she left without giving me the chance to find out the truth?

Now that she’s back, she won’t get away before I ask my questions. But what if I don’t like the answers?

Charlie...

As the princess of the Black Savages, I was raised to believe one thing: my club is my family, no matter what. But when they are responsible for shattering the life I created, I do the only thing I can. I run.

The thing about running is I can’t do it forever. Life, past transgressions, tragedy… they hunt me down and drag me back, shoving me into the deep end of fate. And fate is a fickle bitch.

What if my fate is withhim, the president of the Black Savages’ sworn enemy?

Fender: Prologue

They say your life flashes before your eyes at the moment just before death. They fucking lied.

Fender

Slick.

Wet.

Hot.

Perfect.

That’s the only way to describe the pussy I’m buried in. Charlie moans and the sound seems to echo around us in flawless rhythm with the headboard banging against the wall.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl as I reach between our bodies and rub circles over her clit with my thumb.

Charlie’s eyes resemble an emerald in its purest form, and I’m lost, drowning in a sea of green. They widen and her pupils dilate the second her orgasm begins. Tingles race down my spine, and my body tenses as I join her.

We explode together, and the sounds we’ve created die down. My heart is pounding, and her breathing is labored. I roll off of her, carrying her with me and tucking her into my side.

“Holy shit, Fender.”

“What?” I ask, a grin tugging at my lips. She always says the same thing after we fuck. Always.

“It gets better every—”

“Fender, get the fuck out here!”

The pounding on my door and the urgency in Piston’s voice has me springing from the bed and grabbing my gun from the nightstand. That’s when it registers. Gunshots, yelling, glass shattering.

“Fender! Now!” Piston’s fist is an inch away from my face when I throw open the door. “Black Savages stormed the club. Get dressed and c’mon!”

I glance over my shoulder and see Charlie shoving her legs into her jeans. Her ass is encased in the black lace I pulled off her body with my teeth not a half hour ago. I hate to see her cover her flesh, but I can’t think about that right now.

“Get in the fuckin’ closet and don’t come out. Not for anything.” I grip her bicep and drag her to the door in the corner of the room, throw it open and shove her in.

“Maybe I can talk to them. Maybe I—”

“No. They’re past talking and so am I.” I crush her lips in a bruising kiss before shutting the door in her face.

I dress as quickly as I can and mentally prepare for what I’m about to face. Certainly nothing good. I make my way down the hall, my gun cocked and ready to blow away any Savage that gets in my path.

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