Page 2 of Tangled Souls

But I made a point to never see her again.

My father’s men talked, and I never felt possessive when it came to their whispers. I figured one day she’d end up being passed around to anyone who wanted her. It would break her even faster.

Before the marriage could be brought up in any serious way, my father was killed and Volkov took over.

There was no way I was going to walk away from everything my father built. Too much of my sweat, blood, and time had already been used to build what we had. Letting it go wasn’t even an option.

And I had to avenge my father’s death as I stepped into his shoes. Nothing less would be acceptable.

It’s time to put my plans in motion. I’ve been waiting and moving everything into place, but the time for waiting is over.

“I’ll get my revenge,” I murmur, not caring whether Adam hears me or not. He’s expendable.

As long as Volkov’s blood is on my hands, I’ll accept whatever collateral damage there may be.

CHAPTER 1

MAXIM

I look over at where our gorgeous wife is surrounded by the old ladies of the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club and Kirby, the woman who has tamed Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix. She has a huge smile on her face and her laughter rings out. It gives me a feeling of lightness I haven’t been able to get used to in the weeks since she came into our lives.

Oaklynn is glowing and it’s wonderful to see her relaxing while surrounded by women. The fact that these women all hold their own with their men, no matter how many there are, only makes me a little nervous because Oaklynn doesn’t need any partners in crime. Friendship? Sure.

Hopefully, they won’t get into too much trouble.

My eyes travel down my woman’s body and my breath gets caught in my throat again. Just like it did when I first saw her standing at the end of the aisle today. If only Wolfe hadn’t been next to her and kissing her on the cheek. But I’m sure as fuck not going to do anything to take family away from her.

There is something classic and old Hollywood about her in her dress. Effortless. Soft, but strong.

I’ve been tantalized by the slit in the dress since the momentshe started walking down the aisle toward us. She probably planned it that way. The tease.

Rites, the VP of the DSMC who has claimed Navy along with Crucify, an enforcer, and Spark, the Prez, sidles up next to me with a huge grin on his face and his eyes trained on his woman. One thing I’ve learned about these bikers is that when they fall for their woman, they fall hard and don’t look back.

“It takes a strong woman to take on men like us,” there’s a seriousness in his voice that isn’t like the man normally. Even while he takes care of those around him, which means always having his eyes open, he does it without taking himself or anything too seriously. “The problem is being possessive when it comes to a strong woman. It’s not easy to balance the two.”

“What’s your trick?” I find myself asking the question without even realizing it.

When the hell did Rites become a font of wisdom? I almost laugh at myself because I would never have thought I’d see the day when I first met him.

“Orgasms,” he deadpans.

After a heartbeat, we both laugh, the sound cutting through our wedding reception and drawing attention. Not that I give a shit.

I look over towards the women and meet Oaklynn’s brown eyes. Her cheeks are flushed as if she knows exactly what we’re discussing. Maybe she does, considering the snippets of conversations I’ve walked into when she’s with these women over the last few months. Those women are not shy about their men and how much pleasure they enjoy.

They’re bawdy broads. And I love it for our woman.

“I’m not sure if I want to slit your throat or assure you that our woman is more than happy in the orgasm department,” I speak out of the side of my mouth while not taking my eyes off Oaklynn.

Rites chuckles before slapping my back and striding towards the women. He plants a kiss on Navy which has her clinging to his cut. Even from a distance I can tell how breathless she is when he pulls back, plants a kiss on her forehead, and turns toward the bar after making sure she’s steady on her feet.

A drink sounds damn good.

The ladies are giggling, Navy still looking a little stunned, and I wink at our woman as I make my way to the bar as well. It’s not easy to stop myself from heading toward her.

Everything about her teases my senses and no matter how many times I’ve had her, I’ll never get enough. Tonight is going to be a little different and knowing it has caused tension to zip between us throughout the reception.

We’ve spent the last two months building our relationship, making our love something stronger without the shadow of any expectations, especially the ones Chambers put on his daughter. Watching our woman come into herself and becoming even stronger has been a blessing. I can’t remember the last time I felt like anything in this life is a blessing.

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