Page 61 of Desert Heat

“Nothing, he’s not ours. Attitash will handle him.”

“I still think it’s a bad idea to confront Devil’s Glen on your own.”

“We also have a pact with Devil’s Glen. Tarak is friends with a few of them. I can cut a deal to get her back. They won’t touch me unless they want a war with every New England Chapter of the Bastards.”

“Take the Pledge or a few men from Attitash.”

“Can’t do that, brother. They are feuding. “

“Fuck.”

“I’m good. They won’t touch me.”

“But she might kick the ever living shit out of you.”

“I just might let her,” I grinned.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long does it take to heal a broken heart?”

“Fuck if I know, Tank. Try asking Siri.”

“Shittt,” he mutters. “Tell her?never mind,” he sighs.

“Just do us both a favor and don’t go spilling your guts out to Regan. That woman is a dog with a bone when it comes to this shit.”

“That woman terrifies me. She could probably get me to tell her everything.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. Just lay low until I get back home.

They call it Devil’s Glen for a reason. Deep in the mountains of New Hampshire somewhere by Smuggler’s Notch is a forest of thick pine trees filled with old secrets.

The Devil’s Glen MC uses trails and hidden caverns to move merc from Canada into the US, using the same routes locals used back in the day to smuggle booze in during the prohibition era.

Rough rock encased in ice flanks both sides of the windy road. Even though I’ve been in four wheel drive with the heavy truck loaded down in the back, it was still touch and go for a while that I might slide right off the damn road.

Dusk was descending. The sky turning from light to dark smoky gray, while the Earth below gleamed white. It was eery as fuck. I rolled down my window but heard nothing despite the feeling hundreds of eyes were watching.

I’d miss the turn if it weren’t for the deep tire tracks already in the snow pulling off between two thick trees.

They left their gate wide open but I doubt it was a welcome. I followed the tracks about a mile deep into the thick woods before the terrain opened into a clearing. A huge log cabin with what I was sure were bullet proof glass windows sat in the back. Smoke curled from three chimneys, a wide porch wrapped around. It’d be cozy as fuck if it weren’t for about thirty or so Devil Glen brothers hanging out around mini fires in the yard.

None of the men looked surprised as my truck pulled into an opening in the yard and came to a stop.

She was in there.

I’d have to get passed them all.

My hands clenched on the wheel before letting go. I unholstered both my pieces, gently placing them on the seat. I texted Hacker and Tank that I had entered theDevil’s Glen.

I took my time getting out of the truck, acting like I had zero fucks to give while every fiber of my being just wanted to go grab my girl.

The men eyes me suspiciously but none made any moves when I turned my back so they could read my Royal Bastard’s cut clearly.

It wasn’t until I was almost right in front of the large cabin did the door open and a man close to my age stepped out.

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