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Summer loved the nickname he’d given her. Her days were still dark while she grieved Brian’s death, but she was beginning to look forward to the future instead of dwelling on what might have been.
Irish refused any nickname but Irish, and the one time Jett tried a honey on her, she’d squeezed his balls until he’d cried. Slick now silently called her Ballbuster.
But both his girls were thriving, and that’s what mattered. Irish and Summer had both finally agreed on a house design. Summer was going to rent out her dad’s and uncle’s houseswhen it was built. Slick had no say in the design, not that he cared, as long as Irish and Summer were happy.
For now, Summer lived in her dad’s and Irish lived at her place, which was still a damn secret.
But they were getting along. There’d been a few disagreements, but they worked them out. Slick was finally content and happy, and he loved with his whole heart. He was the lucky bastard who’d found his woman. She just happened to be in two separate bodies.
Marianne
Her eyes flew open, and she drew in a shuddering gasp. She was surrounded by sheer blackness, but she was alive. That asshole hadn’t killed her like she’d thought. Her hands shot out, and she touched the sides of something. What the fuck? Panic set in as she felt all around her and realised a terrible truth. Marianne was inside a coffin, and judging by the small speckles of dirt falling on her, she was buried alive.
It was true what they said: nobody can hear you scream in the woods.
Epilogue.
Dana
Fear rising, I kept a watch in the rear mirror as I jabbed Dylan’s number. Dylan’s line rang out, and I dialled again and still didn’t receive an answer. Frantically, I hit the next number and didn’t get Davies either.
Panicked now, I dialled the third and burst into tears as London answered.
“Dana, what the hell?” London sounded surprised.
“London, I’m being followed. There’s six bikers, and I’m sure they’re Fangs,” I gasped as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Where are you?” London demanded, and I heard him running.
“Coming to work the usual way,” I said with a sniff.
“Stick to that route, Dana. Do not let the Fangs force you off. If they get in front and try to divert you, ram the car into them,” London ordered as he audibly slammed through a door.
“Okay,” I sniffed, looking in the mirror again.
Had the Venomous Fangs discovered my part in freeing Irish? I was terrified they had. I didn’t doubt that the Fangs would hurt me if they’d guessed.
The bikes moved closer, and I stepped on the gas. Hell, I didn’t want to be a casualty of this war.
“Dana, honey, you still there?” London demanded.
A car revved loudly, and then there was a squeal of tyres.
“Yes, London, but they’re moving closer.”
“Run them over, baby, don’t stray off course. We’re coming.”
“Okay,” I said and put my foot down a little harder.
All I had to do was find London, and everything would be okay. I could do that.
