Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(9)

“Show me what the fuck you got.”

I go to the computer to open the email. It’s records, mainly. Twenty-year-old woman, emergency caesarian, coded on the table. What was that shit? Then, I see the child’s picture and read the birth certificate. Fucking son of a milk cow. I print it out and take it to Skull, then wait.

He drops the papers on the table, all except one piece. The birth certificate. His hand shakes, and I know why. I just read it. His voice is thick with emotion.

“I want the original of this picture.”

“Yes, boss.”

“I fucking want it now.”

“Yes, boss,” I say again, but this time I start walking to the door. I stop when his voice hits me right before I leave.

“She named the child after my mother…”

“I’ll go get the originals.”

“Do it. And when you get back, pick two men to go with you.”

“Go with me?”

“To Tennessee. You bring back Beth and mi hijo. If you can’t find them, you bring back her fucking sister. She’ll come out of the woodwork for her sister. I want all of them here. Every fucking one of them.”

“What if they aren’t in Tennessee? What if Colin lied?”

“Then you find out where the fuck they are and you drag them back here. Beast, you and Briar check the streets. See if anything is coming out of Georgia or the Donahue network. I want a full report in an hour.”

“I don’t think you should let her back in here. We can’t survive another fight with the Donahues,” says Pistol.

“When your opinion matters to me, I’ll let you know. Get the fuck out of here, Torch. You have shit to do.”

I nod, then take off. It looks like I’m heading out of state. I just hope it’s not a wild goose chase.

Or worse, a trap.





I kick my feet up on the seat across from me. The chair scoots on the wooden floor, tilts, then rights itself as I cross my legs. Sabre and Latch are going on about some damn trip Lucy wants to go on, a semester at sea or something. They’re dying, and Annie is adamant that it’s a great opportunity. Those two are like old married men now—even if it is to the same woman. I tune them out.

I should be tracking Beth and her sister Katie down. That’s what I’m in this blink-and-you-miss-it town for, but hell, I need a day off. I’ve been working with Diesel and his crew nonstop trying to find these bitches, but they are covering their tracks—and that’s putting it lightly. I don’t know who they’re getting help from, but whoever it is, is damn good. Skull has me, Sabre, and Latch tracking down leads in Texas. Matthew Donahue told Skull he could find them there. Right now, I think the brothers are trying to gain control of the girls first… and using us to do it. It’s all a big clusterfuck. Trusting either one of them for information is ridiculous, but Tennessee was a total wash. Skull is looking at other states too and called in some markers. My brother is in bad shape at just the thought that Beth is still alive and has been lying to him this whole time. If it’s true—and so far, everything we’re learning says it is—then I kind of pity her.

Skull will destroy her.

I’m not thinking about that shit now, though. My eyes and attention are elsewhere. Specifically, on the woman sitting with her back turned to me at the bar. She’s got curves to make men fall down on their knees and worship at her feet. Her ass is this perfect pear shape, pushing against that tight little black skirt. It draws a man’s eye and makes him want to dig his hands in and hold on for the ride.

“I bet you a C-note you can’t tap that,” Sabre says, reclining back in his seat.

“You make it too easy. It’s like taking candy from a baby,” I tell him with an easy grin.

“I don’t think so, Torch, brother. Something about that woman says to back the fuck away,” Latch warns me.

“You see that, and all I see is the warm pussy I’m going to bury myself in for a couple of hours.”

“Just a couple of hours?” Sabre teases.

“Yeah. After that, I’m coming back to collect your money.” I get up and saunter over to the lady in question.

“Crash and burn, Torch!” he yells out, and I hold my hand over my shoulder to flip him off.

I lean against the bar, standing beside little Miss-make-my-dick-cry-mercy. She’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while, which is good because I’d never admit it to those sad fucks back there who are basically sown up over one woman. I haven’t found a woman my dick has been interested in for freaking months. Two, to be exact. That might not sound like a lot to some people, but for me, it’s a freaking lifetime. My cock is all-in with this little number, though. Thank God.