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Full of so many emotions, I nodded. “Then it is time for another official declaration.” I tapped her chest, but this time over an inner pocket of her cut. “There’s a gift for you.”
She peeked and her smile grew. “Lynx?” She held up the ring.
“I hope it’s okay. I picked a ruby because the night I found you, you were speaking of an apple and Snow White.” I chuckled. “And dwarves.” I coughed, choking on all the mad love I had for this woman. “And because…” I looked in her eyes, “souls are stronger than blood.”
Her mouth parted.
“I love you, Elle. I mean, fucking love you hard, babe.”
Her happy tears were almost as beautiful as her. “I love you hard, too, Duke.”
Elle still had to learn about her family in Ireland, and her aunt, Tierney, who never returned home. Elle still had healing to do and life’s challenges to live, but for now, we had each other.
She promised me, “You’ll find your sister and Diesel’s son. I feel it in my heart.”
I exhaled, trying to let hope seep past my fear.
Hope, that had to be enough… to see us through it all.
“Loving a biker is not for everyone. These men and women are of a breed that defies gravity, all while pulling you into a hemisphere you didn’t know existed. But once you get a taste, you either run… or let their world consume you. I let myself be consumed.”
~Elle, AKA, Precious
Lorenzo
“There are winners and there are losers,” Lorenzo told the petrified young teenager who was tied up and huddled in a corner. Watching him, she believed she was seeing a true living Devil. “Then there are those who find the patience, even after they’ve lost, to sit back and wait for a weakness to reveal itself.” He squatted in front of her, sweat dripping from his focus. “That is my specialty.”
Around the gag in her mouth, tears matted her long, jet-black hair to her ivory face while Everleigh observed that Lorenzo’s behaviors from so much lost sleep were getting worse. His actions and reactions had become more and more erratic.
On the balls of his expensive shoes, he spun. “Isn’t that right, son of the Ryders?”
In the other corner was a bound boy, just barely a teenager. His blue eyes full of anger, he tried to yell, but the gag only let him growl around the cloth.
Suddenly, a familiar rumble off in the distance had the teenagers’ hearts pounding with ultimate hope.
Noticing the optimism in the teenagers’ eyes, Lorenzo eagerly said, “No, no, sweethearts. Those are not the roars of your families coming to rescue you. That is the sound of my bikers.”
The two young souls stared at each other, realizing they were victims of a very dangerous war. One they hadn’t started but would have to see through to the end, creating a hostile justice and road to transcendence.
Time… I wish I had more of it.”
