Page 53 of Desert King

“That’s too bad, Amber. Me and you? We could’ve had one hell of a ride.”

“Maybe? Maybe in another life.”

“I wish you could be my desert queen. Not his.”

I cup a hand to his cheek. “Part of me wishes the same. I did feel something for you, but you did me wrong. You played me and he hated me. You should’ve told me about the truck. That it was hers.”

“Why? Yeah, I did it to piss him off. Make him hurt. But Mandy as much as she had issues was kind deep-down. She would’ve wanted you to have it. Please don’t trash that truck.”

“Maybe, Elle would like it? Could it even last that long?”

He swallows hard. “God, you’re perfect. Are you sure, it’s him?”

I nod. “Fine. Go. I won’t keep you.”

“Go where? You brought me here.”

He hands me his phone. “Call him.”

“Edge! I’m going to fucking kill you for this. I swear it!”

“Tarak, it’s me.”

“Amber? Did he touch you?’

“No. I’m fine. He’s letting me go. It’s over.”

“The hell it is. He still stole you. Took you. In my territory. It’s personal but he also broke MC code, babe. He will pay.”

“Hasn’t he already? Haven’t you. It’s over. Finished. I’ll wait for you outside their gates. I’m at his Clubhouse.”

“We’ll discuss this when you’re safe and in my arms. Wait for me.”

“Okay.” I take Edge’s water and he walks me out, stopping at the van to get my purse and phone. “He’s going to kill you. Or at least try.”

“I know.”

“You can’t. You need to stop this for Elle’s sake.”

“Will you still help?”

“Of course.”

“Who is she? This woman you think could be it for me?”

“Ah, now that’s gonna cost you. You owe me two,” I wink.

“No hard feelings?”

“None.”

“Are you gonna talk to that crazy ass man of yours? Put in a good word not to kill me?”

“I will. But I can’t promise you he won’t if who I think could be your match holds true.”

He shrugs. “It’s what he and I do. Go to war. Only you, our desert queen can command us to stop.”

“You’re wrong. I’m no queen. I’m just the little, brown mouse, remember?”

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