Page 68 of Hell on Wheels

And I loved it.

Chapter 17

Iunderstood Lucifer’sgift now.

Holding Lark in my arms, thrusting up inside her, I healed us both with every intimate touch.

When the roof caved in, and I became trapped in that fire, I thought I was dead. I shouldn’t have survived. I wouldn’t have made it if the shadows hadn’t arrived. They rose from the flames and surrounded my body, repelling the heat and reversing the damage done by the fire.

For long minutes, I writhed in agony as the process reversed, repairing the cells and invigorating every inch of my body.

When I rose from the smoldering debris, I felt Lucifer’s presence. His dark laugh bounced off the burning walls.

“A promise kept.”

The words echoed as the shock began to fade.

The shadows became mine to control and lead, following my every whim and desire, eager to wreak havoc and destruction in my name.

The Tonopah chapter might be reapers, but the Vegas Bastards commanded the darkness.

A new chapter to fight against men who chose depravity and degradation, harming others in their weakness. I would lead my shadow warriors in this fight, and we would vindicate the lost and broken. I would never fail to protect those who needed me again.

My thoughts returned to Lark as our bodies collided, rutting as we approached release.

She was the pulse in my veins. Burrowed deep under my skin.

The war I’d wage until death stole me from this earth.

My drug of choice. My fucking addiction slithering through my veins.

She was as damaged as I was. My wild bird finally freed from her cage—a hellion in heels.

Her tormentor would no longer live in her nightmares.

“Lark,” I rasped, crashing my lips into her soft, sweet mouth.

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