Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(78)

“Me,” I tell him, spreading myself open to give him more room, my hands reaching behind me to hold onto the bedpost, my eyes closing as I feel his tongue slide against my clit.

He’s right. I’d do anything to keep what we have together. I’m never letting him go. I hope Beth and Skull get even half of the love I feel in my heart for Hunter.

“I’m never letting you go, Hunter,” I tell him, because I can’t keep the words inside. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetness,” he murmurs against my pussy as his fingers thrust inside of me. “You’re my forever,” I hear him say before his tongue dives back in.

He’s right. What we have is forever. He’s my forever, too.





Sabre drives me to a small airfield about an hour away from the hotel. In that time, he doesn’t talk to me, and neither does Latch who rides beside him. They barely even look at me.

I feel so ostracized. Dirty. I’m missing Gabby. Since she’s been born, I’ve never been away from her. The longest has been an hour while I ran to the store. Will I get to see her before he turns me over to Colin? The thought of never seeing Gabby again crushes me. I can’t stop the tears. They haven’t stopped since the minute I walked out of the hotel and Skull grabbed me.

“Hello there, mi puta esposa,” he’d snarled. The coldness in his voice as he grabbed me when I went to get the stuff out of Katie’s jeep will be something that sticks with me until the day I die, which I guess won’t be that long once Colin gets me, so I should be grateful for that at least.

There’s no talking when we stop, or when I’m pulled onto the small airplane and pushed into a tiny bathroom. Not one word is exchanged. The only sound is that of the door as it locks behind me. The room is dark. I just sit there, doing my best to not give into the fear that swamps me. I’m terrified of the dark, too. It’s one of the things grandfather used to his advantage during my hell in France. I can feel the chill bumps spread over my body and I hug myself close, trying not to give into the panic. Instead, I close my eyes and picture Skull and Gabby together. I don’t understand it. He pushed me away from him, but there’s no mistaking the love I saw coming from him when he was holding Gabby. Gabby will have his love. If I have to die, then at least I can go knowing that. And maybe… maybe if Torch and Katie work out, she will be able to help care for her. That’s good. That’s really good. Gabby adores her aunt. She’s young. She’ll barely miss me. I feel my way to the floor and slide down against the wall, curling into myself. I feel safer against the wall. Nothing can come at me.



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I don’t know how much time passes before the door opens. I’m so lost in my panic that I didn’t even notice we landed. At first, the bright light that shines in hurts my eyes. I blink, trying to adjust, but before I get a chance to, someone grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the room. I struggle to stand. My knees scrape against the hard metal door frame. I don’t know this person. His jacket reads: “prospect”. I guess I don’t warrant a full-fledged member of the club at this point. I’m dying to ask where he’s taking me, but it probably doesn’t matter.

No one talks to me as I’m pulled off the plane and towards the main building. The property used to be an old airfield, from the looks of it. Minutes later, I’m being taken through the club. I ignore all the eyes I can feel on me, even though I’m dying of embarrassment. He takes me to the area where the members have bedrooms. I’m not taken to Skull’s room, though. The man pushes me into a room and slams the door. I sit on the bed, afraid to touch anything. I must sit there for an hour. I feel like I’m going to go insane. Is this part of Skull’s torture? Make me wait for my death? Or is it Colin who’s just dragging his feet?

My heart is in my chest when Skull enters. How can I think he looks amazing and dread seeing him at the same time?

“Where’s Gabby?”

“She’s being cared for,” he answers. “That’s all you need to know.”

His voice is colder than I can ever remember it.

“Don’t I get to see her before you send me to Colin?” I know my voice sounds pleading. I can’t help it. The thought of never getting to touch my child again…

Skull stops, his dark eyes looking over me, and I feel like the dirt underneath his fingernails.

“I’m not turning you over to Colin. He wants you too much. I hate him almost as much as I do you, mi esposa. Why would I do anything that gives him pleasure?”

“You’re not giving me away? Well, if you’re not doing that, then... What are you going to do with me?” I ask him, my brain so stressed out that I’m having trouble piecing any of it together.