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“Light it up.”
Aimee stays tucked to my side as Soul lowers his lighter to a wet patch of dirt. Flames swallow the spot in an instant, rushing along the ground where the line of gasoline draws a path to the clubhouse. It climbs the porch, the walls, the roof. Until the Iron Sinners clubhouse is nothing but flames in the desert.
It’s a good thing a wide section around the clubhouse is concrete and dirt, or I’d be worried about it spreading.
The flames grow, and it’s like hell knows what to claim. The wind stills to allow this beacon of destruction to rage. So the devil can drag his souls home.
The fire is blistering hot, even from where Aimee and I are standing at a distance. Sweat beads on my face. But Aimee doesn’t move. She watches the clubhouse burn, the flames grow, and the roof collapse. Until the Iron Sinners are nothing but a plume of smoke and ash. Hershoulders finally relax, and I wonder if she feels the same relief at the sight as I do.
It’s over.
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“That’s the third timethis week the feds have shown up. I’m taking that as a compliment.” Soul leans back in his lounger on the front porch, watching the car drive off the compound.
“Monroe thinks we’re in the clear, but we need to stay under the radar for the time being. At least until they’re done investigating.” Steel pauses at the railing. “Zane’s pissed he lost his lackeys. He’ll do everything he can to pin it on us.”
Soul smirks, and I shake my head. But we don’t say anything, even here.
Just to be safe.
The number of federal agents swarming Vegas has the club on edge, and since we are at fault for what happened to the Iron Sinners last week, we need to be careful.
“We’ll handle it,” I assure him.
Steel nods, turning to walk off the porch.
“Taking off early, Prez?” Soul asks.
“I promised Austin I’d take him for a ride this afternoon. Call me if you need me.”
“Will do.” Soul salutes mockingly, and Steel shakes his head, climbing onto his bike.
We watch as he rides off toward the neighborhood.
“It’s still a fucking trip seeing Steel all domesticated.” Soul stands and meets me at the railing. “Not that you’re any different.”
“True.” I rub my thumb over the hourglass tattoo on my ring finger, and it catches on the ring that also sits there now.
After waiting our whole lives for each other, Aimee and I didn’t see the point in waiting any longer to make it official in every possible way. Three days after we burned down the Iron Sinners clubhouse, Aimee and I took a trip into Vegas and got married at a drive-by chapel without telling anyone.
Reagan refuses to acknowledge it until she can throw us a proper ceremony at the clubhouse to celebrate, but it was perfect.
Just me and my girl, finally getting our future together.
“Well, count me out of that shit.” Soul shakes his head. “I’m staying single until my dying day.”
“You’re tempting the universe by saying shit like that.”
“Have at me.” He stands up tall, waving his arms out like he’s talking to the gods. “The day I settle, it will be in my grave.”
“That’s fuckingdepressing.”
“Is it?” Soul catches sight of a few patch bunnies walking out of the clubhouse. “I think it’s pretty damn lovely.”
He slaps me on the shoulder as he walks by, chasing after the girls who are smiling at him like he’s the center of the fucking world.
