After a few more rounds they fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. Kane rolled over in his sleep reaching for Bridgette but frowned when he found her side cold and empty. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked around the room and sighed at the quiet. Kane climbed out of the bed and slipped on his underwear. He padded down the stairs in search of Bridgette.
Kane went to the kitchen and noticed that the coffee maker was off. He frowned and went to the office thinking that she could be there or in the bunker. When he saw that the desk was in place he began to worry. On top of the desk was a note written in Bridgette’s messy handwriting. Tears stained some of the paper causing the ink to run and smudge a little.
Kane,
Thank you for reading. I know a lot happened and there will be more to come. I promise that plot points and questions will be answered over time. Just hang in there with me as I am working on the next book in the series. The next book will be up soon with more romance, mystery, and intriegue. Bernard will be back with his villianous ways and Margo will be making some appearances here and there as the story follows new characters but helps you understand Bernard and the motives behind what is taking place. This book will be more villian centered than the first one. So look for book 2 of The Devil's Knight's MC Series: The Devil's Prey.
"Mom! Dad!" Margo screamed, bolting up from her nightmare.Nightmare was putting it lightly. No. That night was the beginning of hell as she screamed her voice hoarse hoping and praying that someone would hear her. She had spent most of her life aware of the world's dark deeds. Still, nothing could have prepared her for that night or her life after. It was the night that she had lost everything. Now she knew that it was up to her to get herself out of the situation that she was in as she stared at the tiny lifeless form laying on the rusted cot next to her. Tears filled her eyes as she cradled the infant against her breasts.Margo knew that no one would be coming for her. She didn't know how long she had been there but enough was enough. She was tired of being beaten and raped. She had never submitted and that was something that she would be forever proud of.Margo had begun to plan her escape when she realized that she was on her own. That was also around the time th
Three years later Bridgette stood outside looking at the remains of her childhood home. All that was left was a charred frame and a foundation that had been weathered by the years of bipolar Texas weather. The fire that she had started to remove any trace of her existence still remained heavy on her mind. She had whispered a sad goodbye to her home and the memories of her family that night. She had buried her daughter’s remains in the dirt floor of the old shed her family had built years ago. Bridgette said a silent prayer begging for forgiveness for not saving her from the horrors of her father, covered the grave with straw and old boxes, and left vowing that she would one day return. Now she was back. “Hey, Bridge.” A small voice called out to her. Bridgette turned with a small smile on her face as the six year old girl climbed out of the car. Her only friend for four years had passed away. Like Bridgette, she was all alone so she had asked her to take care of the litt
Bridgette started up the car and turned it around to start back the way they had come. Bridgette didn’t miss the dark look Ginny had on her face as they pulled away. She knew that the miserable woman was up to something. She heaved a sigh of relief when they finally put some distance between them. Bridgette took a deep breath and told Sammy that she could finally sit up. Once she had strapped into her seat, Sammy turned serious eyes on the woman who was now her guardian. “Who was that woman and why did she say that the land belonged to her husband?” Sammy asked, frowning. “That woman is my Aunt Ginny and she’s not someone that you should trust.” Bridgette whispered. “Is she like my daddy?” Sammy asked. Bridgette sighed sadly, hating that she had someone to compare it to. Bridgette looked at the girl in the rearview mirror and shook her head. “I don’t know, honey.” Bridgette whispered. “I sure hope not.” “You would think
It's been three years and Kane found himself in an annoying situation. He had gone to The Coffee Palace to see his sister, hoping that she would divulge some of the information that she had on the young woman he had met. Somehow he had managed to get caught in the middle of a fight involving a one night stand and a fuck buddy of his. Kane rubbed at his temples as the two shrieked at each other. He was regretting his decision to even come into town. If it hadn't been the Prez sending him he would have still been asleep. “For the love of God take this shit outside and out of my fucking restuarant!” Mary yelled, coming out of the kitchen. “Kane, you’re my brother and I love you, but for the sake of my sanity you need to get better taste in women.” Mary growled. “Excuse me!”A tall bru
Kane stood outside of The Coffee Palace watching her leave. For some reason that look of recognition seemed to stick out to him the most. He wasn’t sure where she would have seen him before or why he wouldn’t have remembered her right away. She was a beautiful woman and definitely one that he wouldn’t mind having in his bed. Granted he didn’t get much of a look at her because the clothing she wore seemed to hide her figure rather than accentuate it. He let out a frustrated sigh and walked back into the restaurant to go speak to Mary. “Kane.” Mary said, raising a brow at him. “I swear to God, Mary, I had no idea either one of them were here.” Kane said, holding his hands up in surrender as his furious sister stood there with her arms crossed. “I’m only
A/N: This chapter contains explicit violence. I will mark where it begins and ends so feel free to skip it if it makes you uncomfortable. Look for the ***** The large opulent mansion stood erect once again. It had taken over a year to complete and Bernard had spent that year in a violent rage that scared even his men. Bernard Shaw was now pushing fifty and he was glad to be done with rebuilding his mansion. He felt like the fire and the escape of his song bird had been the wakeup call he needed and as a result he had increased his security ten fold. After that night it had become very clear that he had become complacent and allowed his ego to get the better of him. Bernard thought back to his younger years. How he had reached such successful heights at the age of twenty-four. The death of the cartel boss that had
“Bridgette!” Sammy said with exasperation. “I don’t want to go!” “Why not?”Bridgette asked with concern. “I just don’t want to.”Sammy pouted. “Sammy, if you don’t tell me, I can’t help you…” Bridgette said, kneeling down to her level. Sammy was a bright kid who enjoyed school back in their old town. It had been three weeks since they moved back to Bryan, Texas. However, lately Sammy threw a fit when she had to go to school. Bridgette couldn’t help but be worried. She had been to the school and spoke to the teachers and staff. She had been assured that Sammy was fine and that there weren’t any problems. But Sammy’s increasing refusal to go to school had her questioning just what was going on in that school.