Page 117 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“Duke might not give her up,” I warn and not for the first time. She might not even be alive. She’s a means to an end and may have already outlived her usefulness. I hate to fucking think it, but I wouldn’t put anything past Duke.

“I’ve got to try, Niran. How could I live with myself, otherwise?”

“We’ll look out for her.” Bolt leans over from the passenger seat. “We won’t let anything happen to you, Saffie.”

He’s trying to reassure her, but when his eyes meet mine, I can see he’s not as confident as his words sound.

I try not to think of all the ways this could go wrong. What if he wants to kill Saffie? What if he believes she was the reason why his club was taken out, and hates her so much he doesn’t want her to keep breathing and no longer gives a damn about his plans for her? What if we fuck up, and he gets her in his clutches again? Or, does he still think he’s got a chance of getting her family’s money? Which would mean he’d literally fuck with her again. My hands clench. I couldn’t bear it.

Saffie’s sharp intake of breath shows I’m squeezing her hand too hard. Making an effort to relax, I try to release my tension. But it’s fucking hard. The only relief I can find is when I picture myself getting vengeance, not just for Saffie, but for Mary, and all the women who Duke’s fucked up.

I’ll make him hurt.

I curse my damaged foot, knowing I’ll be side-lined for whatever’s ahead. Unable to walk properly, I can’t charge in. My tension rises again.

“I love you,” Saffie says quietly, her hand leaving mine but only to rest on my thigh and squeeze it. “I’ve made mistakes, but the only one with you was not being able to see what a good man you were before I did. I want everything with you, Niran. I want a family. I want to live your life. I want to ride behind you. We’ve got so much ahead of us. I swear to you, I’ll do nothing to fuck that up.”

It’s a reassurance I need, but not one I think she can make. So my only response can be, “I fuckin’ love you too, Saffie.”

I thought we were quiet, but it seems we were not, as Bolt again leans over the front seat as the gates of the familiar compound come into sight. “This is Duke’s last stand. I’m sure of it. You’ll get your vengeance, Brother.”

All I can do is hope that he’s right.

I can’t lose Saffie. I couldn’t bear it.

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