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Prologue
Two months earlier—
The sky was fucking dark tonight. Black as sin. The moon hid behind gray clouds and stayed there as I sat on my Harley, staring at the address Eagle Eye texted me four hours ago. My ass hadn’t moved since I arrived, planted on the seat of my bike while I waited for anyone to come home. Every window in the house across the street remained dark. Only two lights, one on the front porch and another above the carport illuminated the driveway and yard.
The quiet neighborhood seemed secure and low on crime. Crow’s sister lived toward the end of her street on the left. This particular road had no outlet, so the traffic stayed minimal. It was easy for me to stake out the place since there was only one way in or out of the neighborhood.
My phone buzzed with an incoming text.
She home yet?
I shot back a quick, one-word reply.No.
Seven hours from my current location, my pres awaited information about his sister. The Roost, our clubhouse, resided in Henderson. He might as well have been next to me. I could feel his tension and worry, but the clear picture of him in my head, pacing inside his office, confirmed his feelings. He frowned, glancing at the crow that cawed outside his window. I chuckled when he lifted his hand, and his middle finger flipped me off. He knew I kept an eye on him.
Hell, I watched all my brothers. As Enforcer, that was my job. Protection. The safety of the club above everything else. I established order and got my knuckles bloody when force was needed. Lately, that was often. Crow put me in charge of securityand the enforcement of club rules and regulations. I stood by his side and backed him up. Always.
But that wasn’t why I could see him in his office.
We linked because of the crows—specifically,mycrow.
Every member of the Devil’s Murder MC connected with our crow. That bond varied for each member. My pres could control and lead the murder. They would form a mob for his bidding and attack on command. The V.P. Raven could call the crows to him whenever in need, a distress call that would rile them up and bring them ready for battle. His range stretched for miles. The Sergeant at Arms Hawk could take on the crow’s form. If I had never seen his Onyx wings, I probably would have doubted that he had the ability to transform partially. But he shifted into the crow on numerous occasions.
Me? I tapped into the crow’s sight, and not just my own. I could communicate between them without words. Through the crows’ eyes, I saw whattheysaw. I shared their feelings. Through them, I could briefly tap into the emotions of my brothers. A strange, empathic ability that combined with those visions and opened a channel between us. I couldn’t read thoughts, but that didn’t matter when I sensed the emotion behind them.
So, it wasn’t hard to notice Crow’s agitation and worry. If I had any doubt, he didn’t stay silent. Not that it was in his nature.
Crow texted every five fucking minutes.
What about now?
A sigh escaped as I grumbled under my breath.Nothing yet.
I tapped into my crow’s sight and shook my head. My pres lit a smoke in his office and glared at the window. To fuck with him, I urged my crow to peck at the glass. Something left his hand and hit the pane, causing my crow to fly upward, landing on the roof as he squawked with irritation.
Laughing, I focused on the present, noticing the outdoor lights illuminating the yards and driveways on the street.
I stayed hidden in the shadows where I parked my bike, cracking my neck. Someone had to come home soon. It was late. The sun had set over an hour ago.
Headlights illuminated the darkened street as a vehicle approached, slowing before turning right and pulling onto the empty driveway across the street.
Here we go.
A gunmetal Nissan Rogue pulled to a stop as I waited for the driver to exit. The door opened, and I noticed long legs first. They went for fucking miles.Goddamn.I loved a tall woman. My greedy gaze devoured her, inch by inch, as she stood, bending over to reach inside and grab her purse. Tight denim clung to toned thighs and a thick ass. Fuckkkkk.
I hadn’t even seen her face yet and knew I wanted, noneeded, to be near this woman. I gripped the handlebars on my bike, leaning forward as my gaze raked over every inch of her body. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, and I sucked in a breath, catching the slight jiggle of her ass as she shut the door with her hip.
I need closer.
Firing off a quick text to Crow, I let him know she arrived home. His reply was so fast I knew he held his phone and watched the screen every minute until now.
Keep watch. Need her safe.
Got it, pres.
Until now, I had never focused on her name, but it left my lips in a whisper. “Abigail Holmes.”
She entered her house, flipping on a light in the kitchen. I snuck to a window and peered inside, watching her drop her purse and keys on the countertop. It must have been a long day because she grabbed a glass and a bottle of red wine and poured,filling it before she took a long sip. Her head tilted back, and a soft sigh escaped.
