Then she opens the door and slips into the hall.
I stand there, jeans open, stomach sick, tattoo burning under plastic, the room smelling like wrong perfume and betrayal.
My phone buzzes again.
I pick it up with a hand that doesn’t feel like mine.
Lady.
Two messages.
I stare until the letters clear.
I’m sorry about last night.
Then another.
I love you too, gringo.
For a second, the whole world disappears.
No club. No photos. No Cherry. No Carmen. No Rafael’s grave waiting under moonlight. Just those words on my screen, late and perfect and devastating.
I love you too.
My knees almost go.
Then Cherry’s staged photo flashes in my head.
Her thumb.
Send.
Carmen will have instructions soon.
I look at Lady’s message until my vision blurs.
Fuck.
The End for Now
Coming Next From USA Bestselling Author Morgan Jane Mitchell in her Saints Outlaws MC: Miami, Alpha’s Amour
Alpha
I know how to find things men bury.
Money. Bodies. Lies. The kind of secrets that rot under fresh flowers and polished stone.
As secretary of the Saints Outlaws MC, I keep the records clean enough to save us and dirty enough to destroy anyone who comes for the patch. I watched Diablo choose Darling and put a crown-shaped target on her back. I watched Shady bleedfor Lady, then nearly lose her because some truths came too late. Carmen Solano thinks she knows where we are weak.
She might be right.
The roses were only the beginning.
Every trail I follow leads back to Reyes Floral, Rafael Solano’s grave, and the woman who inherited both.
Amour Reyes.
