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Dedication
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Dedication
Glossary
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
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Glossary
(Not in alphabetical order)
The Order: Apocalyptic New Religious Movement. Beliefs based on selected Christian teachings,
strongly believe the apocalypse is imminent. Previously led by Prophet David (declared himself to be
a Prophet of God and a descendant of King David), the elders and the disciples. Succeeded by
The members live together in a secluded commune; based on traditional and modest living,
polygamy and unorthodox religious practices. Believe the ‘outside world’ is sinful and evil. Have no
Commune: Property owned by The Order and controlled by Prophet Cain. Segregated living
community. Policed by disciples and elders and stocked with weapons in case of an outside world
attack. Men and women kept in separate areas of the commune. The Cursed kept away from all men
(except the elders) in their own private quarters. Land protected by a large perimeter fence.
New Zion: New Commune of The Order. Created after the previous commune was destroyed in the
The Order’s Elders (Original Commune): Comprises four men: Gabriel (deceased), Moses
(Deceased), Noah (deceased), Jacob (deceased), Charged with the day-to-day running of the
commune. Second in Command to Prophet David (deceased). Responsible for schooling the Cursed.
New Zion Council Elders: Men of elevated status in New Zion. Appointed by Prophet Cain.
Disciple Guards: Male members of The Order. Tasked with the protection of the commune lands and
Lord’s Sharing: Ritual sexual act performed between male and female members of The Order.
Believed to help the male get steadily closer to the Lord. Performed in mass ceremonies. Narcotics
often used for a transcendental experience. Females are forbidden from experiencing pleasure as
punishment for carrying the original sin of Eve and must perform the act when required as part of
Awakening: Rite of Passage in The Order. On a girl’s eighth birthday, she is to be sexually
Sacred Circle: Religious practice exploring the notion of ‘free love’. Sexual intercourse and
Sacred Sister: A chosen woman of The Order, tasked with leaving the commune to spread The
The Cursed: Women/Girls in The Order deemed too naturally beautiful and inherently sinful. Live
separately from the rest of commune. Seen as too tempting to men. The Cursed are believed to be
significantly more likely to sway men from the righteous path.
Original Sin: Augustine Christian doctrine that says mankind is born sinful and has an innate urge
to disobey God. Original Sin is the result of Adam and Eve’s disobedience of God when they ate the
forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. In The Order’s doctrines (created by Prophet David), Eve is
blamed for tempting Adam to sin, thus sisters of The Order are seen as born seductresses and
Sheol: Old Testament word meaning ‘the pit’ or ‘the grave’ or ‘the Underworld’. Place of the dead.
Hill of Perdition: Hill on the outskirts of the commune. Used for seclusions of New Zion’s
inhabitants and for punishments.
Prophet’s Consort: Female chosen by Prophet Cain to aid him sexually. Elevated status in New
Zion.
Prophet’s Head Consort: Appointed by Prophet Cain. Elevated status in New Zion. Closest consort
to the prophet. Sexual partner of choice.
Celestial Meditation: The act of spiritual sexual intercourse. Believed in and practiced by members
of The Order. Reaching a closer connection to God through sexual release.
Repatriation: To bring back a person to his or her country or land. The Repatriation of The Order
involves bringing back all the members of the faith to New Zion from foreign communes.
First Touch: The first act of sexual intercourse with a virginal female.
One-percenter: The American Motorbike Association (AMA) were once rumored to have said that
99% of bikers were law-abiding citizens. Bikers who do not abide by AMA rules name themselves
‘one-percenters’ (the remaining non law-abiding 1%). The vast majority of ‘one-percenters’ belong
to Outlaw MC’s.
Cut: Leather vest worn by outlaw bikers. Adorned with patches and artwork displaying the club’s
unique colors.
Patched in: When a new member is approved for full membership.
Church: Club meetings for full patch members. Led by President of the club.
Old Lady: Woman with wife status. Protected by her partner. Status held to be sacrosanct by club
members.
Club Slut: A woman who comes to the clubhouse to engage in casual sexual acts with the club
members.
mythology. Charon was the ferryman of the dead, an underworld daimon (Spirit). Transported
departed souls to Hades. The fee for the crossing over the rivers Styx and Acheron to Hades were
coins placed on either the dead’s eyes or mouth at burial. Those who did not pay the fee were left to
Snow: Cocaine.
Smack: Heroin
President (Prez): Leader of the club. Holder of the Gavel, which is symbolic of the absolute power
that the President wields. The Gavel is used to keep order in Church. The word of the President is
law within the club. He takes advice from senior club members. No one challenges the decisions of
the President.
Vice President (VP): Second-in-Command. Executes the orders of the President. Principal
communicator with other chapters of the club. Assumes all responsibilities and duties of the
President in his absence.
Road Captain: Responsible for all club runs. Researches, plans and organizes club runs and ride
Sergeant-at-Arms: Responsible for club security, policing and keeping order at club events. Reports
unseemly behavior to President and VP. Responsible for the safety and protection of the club, its
Treasurer: Keeps records of all income and expenses. Keeps records of all club patches and colors
issued and taken away.
Secretary: Responsible for making and keeping all club records. Must notify members of emergency
meetings.
Prospect: Probationary member of the MC. Goes on runs, but banned from attending Church.
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Prologue
Tanner
Austin, Texas
Aged 6
“Tanner, can you show Rafael where we keep the pens and pencils?”
I nodded my head and walked to the stationery table. A boy with dark hair
came beside me. I pointed to the pens and pencils like Mrs. Clary said.
“You just take what you want, then bring them back when you’re done.”
Rafael lifted his head. “Thank you.”
had white skin. He had brown. “You look different to all of us as well.”
Before he could answer, Mrs. Clary came over. “Everything okay here,
boys?”
I nodded. So did Rafael. “Tanner, can you be Rafael’s buddy today? Let
him sit with you at lunch and at recess. Show him the ropes here at St.
Peter’s?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I led Rafael back to the table I sat at. The other kids didn’t seem to notice
his skin color. My nanny, Mrs. Murray, said that any skin that was darker
than white was a sign of inferiority. I didn’t know what that meant, but
Rafael seemed nice. I didn’t see anything wrong with his skin.
“You like video games?” Rafael asked.
He spent the whole day with me. When the bell rang for the end of school,
I walked out of the main entrance with Rafael. His papa was waiting for
him outside. He was dark like Rafael too. I’d never really seen anyone like
them before.
Mrs. Murray got out of the car as the three of us walked toward her. She
“Rafael tells me Tanner looked after him today,” Rafael’s papa said. “I just
wanted to say thank you. It’s been hard on Rafael leaving Mexico. Your son
Mrs. Murray shook Rafael’s papa’s hand. “Tanner is a good boy. I’m glad
he was a help today.” Mrs. Murray looked back at me. “Come on, Tanner.
Mrs. Murray leaned over me and belted me in. “Ow!” I said when she
When we pulled away from the school, I waved at Rafael and his papa.
Beau reached out to give me his toy car. As I took it, Mrs. Murray said,
“Did you like that boy, Tanner?”
“Yeah, he was nice,” I said, then gave Beau back his car. Mrs. Murray was
angry. “He told me his papa is a doctor. They’ve come from Mexico. His
Mrs. Murray didn’t say anything to me after that. So I played with Beau
until we got home. I climbed out of the car and went inside. I sat at the
table, had my snack and did my homework. Mrs. Murray disappeared for a
bit, but then came back when I was done. “Go change, Tanner, then stay in
your room. Your father will be coming over tonight when it’s dark.”
“He will?” Excitement built in my chest. I hadn’t seen Papa in a long time.
ourselves. We had to keep quiet about who he was to us. To keep us safe
from bad people who wouldn’t like us. Even at school I had to pretend I
didn’t know him. People at school thought my name was Tanner Williams.
book on my bed. There was a boy on the front. He had dark hair and dark
eyes like Rafael. But his clothes were all torn and dirty. Rafael’s clothes
hadn’t looked like that. He’d looked just like the rest of us.
I dropped the book when the door to my bedroom opened and my papa
stepped through. I smiled and ran to him. But his hands came out to my
chest and stopped me. It hurt and I rubbed my chest. I looked up at him.
Papa walked around me and sat on a chair. I didn’t like the way he glared at
me. It scared me. My papa could be real scary at times. I never liked to
disappoint him or make him angry. He would use his fists on me if I did.
It hurt so much.
“Papa?”
“Mrs. Murray told me you made a new friend today.” I nodded. “She said
“Yes, sir.”
Papa got to his feet, then he came toward me. I stood still, not daring to
move. My hands started shaking at my sides. My legs felt like jelly, and
there was a funny feeling in my stomach, like a million butterflies were
flying around.
Suddenly, Papa’s fist hit my cheek. I cried out as I fell to the floor. I
looked up, but Papa only hit me again. I tried to get away, but Papa held on
see as tears fell from my eyes. I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand why
Papa was hurting me again. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong.
“Get up.”
I sniffed and tried to move, but it hurt too much. My hand was over my
“I said get up, boy!” Papa picked me up and made me stand. I curled
forward when the pain in my stomach hurt too much. Papa’s hand grabbed
my hair and he forced my head up. He moved in close, then said in my ear,
“You ever speak to another dirty fucking spic again and I’ll kill you, boy.
You’re white. You’re the future White Prince, and I won’t have you
back, and I slumped to the floor. “I don’t know who let him into that school,
but they’ll fucking pay for it. We don’t tolerate anything less than perfection
in that school. We, the good Christian white parents, don’t pay a fucking
fortune to have them let in polluted blood, giving you children bullshit ideas
about equality.” He wiped his hand on my school blazer, right over the
school patch. “You’re my son, Tanner. I love you. But you’re an Ayers. And
it’s about time you knew who we are . . . what you were born to be. That
My papa left the room, and the second the door shut, I started to cry. My
body shook. I hurt all over . . . but worse, it was my papa who had hurt me.
I looked up when I heard the door open again. Mrs. Murray put Beau on
I reached for my little brother and pulled him into my arms. I didn’t like to
see him cry. “It’s okay,” I whispered. But the blood kept falling from my
lip, and Beau cried harder. I put him on my bed and slid up beside him. I
held him close. I didn’t want to see him upset. I had to protect him. I was
his big brother. He was my best friend.
Seeing the book Mrs. Murray had left for me, I asked Beau, “Shall we read
the cover again, then read the title: “Go home, Juan.” I opened the book and
By the end, all I could think of was Rafael. The book had said that anyone
from Mexico was bad. That they wanted to hurt those of us with white skin.
White skin like mine and Beau’s. I sighed. I realized why my papa had been
us that much. Mrs. Murray was not that nice. But Beau made me laugh. My
stomach tightened when I thought about Rafael hurting him because he was
said he was going to get him out of the school. And my papa always did
what he said he would do.
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Chapter One
Tanner
Austin, Texas
Present Day . . .
The sand crunched under my feet. Bullets flew around my head. My chest
was tight, ready to snap, as I watched Gull and Arizona take shots to their
A whistle cut through the carnage that was this fucked-up deserted farm. I
glanced up to the barn beside me. AK was signaling to me from his place
on the roof. He sliced his hand over his throat. I got his message—we
My gaze snapped to the noise. Viking was scrambling to his feet. When I
saw Flame striding toward the crumbling stables across the clearing I knew
why. The psychotic motherfucker was walking toward where the Klan were
bullet after bullet toward my old Klan brothers, who were taking us out
their attention to Flame. AK narrowed his eyes and, with his usual sniper
precision, sent bullets flying into the skulls of a few of those who’d
But the fuckers had a sniper too. These weren’t the skinheads the Klan
was known for. The dumb shits everyone always thought of when it came to
white power. No, these were the brothers I’d spent years training up. The
ones who were kept in secret, so the feds and rivals didn’t know the Klan’s
true strength. My father had meticulously recruited these guys. These were
the fuckers who were gonna ignite the surprise wildfire that would spark the
race war. The soldiers no one ever saw coming.
“Flame!” Viking jumped up from his place behind an old tractor and
sprinted toward his fucked-up brother. Rudge jumped into the spot Vike
left. AK tried to give Vike the cover to get to Flame, spraying a blanket of
rapid bullets toward the Klan. But this branch of the Klan were stronger,
smarter, and knew exactly what AK was doing. I tried to help, emptying my
gun of its ammo, signaling to Smiler to give them cover too. But even with
our guns, and AK’s fucking perfect aim, bullets came raging from all
the giant red motherfucker was too late. A bullet sank into Flame’s side.
The psycho dropped to the ground, blood pouring from the wound in his
stomach.
“FUCK!” AK screamed, then jumped down off the barn’s roof. Rudge ran
toward Vike and Flame, helping them get the fuck out of the line of fire.
“Pull back!” AK shouted to me and Smiler. “Get the fuck back!”
I stood, firing shots in the direction of the Klan as AK, Rudge, and Vike
dragged Flame from the bullets’ path. Jumping into the truck, I brought the
engine to life. I felt the others put Flame in the back. AK hit the roof.
“Fucking go!”
My pulse raced as I skidded the truck on the road, the Klan’s bullets
sounding like exploding grenades, rocking the chassis as they hit the body
of the truck. Vike, Rudge, and Smiler came roaring behind on their bikes,
all three firing back at the Klan to give us the break we needed to get Flame
home.
Reaching into my cut, I pulled out my cell and hit a number. “Tann?” Tank
“Flame’s down. Klan were at the drop-off point. Came at us strong. Fucker
got himself shot by losing his shit. Get Rider or Edge or who-the-fuck-ever
to the club. He’s been hit in the stomach.” I looked in the rearview mirror to
see AK pressing down on the wound. Flame was fighting the brother off.
His fucking black eyes were crazed as blood spilled out onto the bed of the
truck.
“Flame! For fuck’s sake! Keep the fuck still. I know you don’t want me
touching you, but fucking think of Maddie. I don’t stop the bleeding, you’re
gonna fucking die! You want that? You want to leave Madds alone without
you?”
Flame’s body stilled, but I could see his nostrils flaring with his fast
“Tann? Tann, you still there?” Tank’s rushed voice came through my cell.
“Yeah. Fuck, Tank. They came from nowhere. We were making the
exchange and they sprouted up from nowhere and started shooting. Arizona
and Gull are dead. Bullets in their heads and sent to the boatman. They
“Jesus Christ. How long until you’re here? You need backup?”
“No. We’re only ten minutes out. Get the fuck ready in case these assholes
are on our tail. I’ll let you know if shit goes south.”
I cut off my cell and raced the fuck home. Slash, Smiler’s prospect cousin,
was on the gate. Kero, brother from Arlington, was keeping watch beside
him. We cut through the gate, Vike and Smiler riding in behind. I slammed
the truck to a stop and jumped out.
“Help me get him down,” AK said.
AK and I lifted Flame from the truck’s bed just as Styx and Ky came
barreling out of the clubhouse door. “Get him inside,” Styx signed, Ky
voicing the prez’s words. We carried Flame through to the clubhouse to the
room we’d had set up as a medical room the minute war had been declared
by the Klan and the cartel. And good thing too, because we’d been getting
No sooner had we got Flame on the bed than Edge came through with his
medical bag. Brother had been a trauma surgeon in the army before he went
postal for a while, causing him to be put in a nuthouse. When he got out,
fucker decided he liked to use his skills in cutting people up as much as he
liked healing them. He joined the Arkansas chapter and quickly became one
of the most ruthless brothers we had. He had one blue eye, one brown. And
just in case no one realized he was already fucking insane, he dyed his hair
on the side of his blue eye ice white, and left the brown side black. But no
matter how fucked in the head he was—and that level of insanity could
probably even beat Flame’s—brother had been a godsend since he’d been
He tied his long crazy-ass hair back off his face and leaned over Flame.
Crazier peering down at crazy. Flame, the fucker, quickly acted like the
psycho he was and started thrashing on the bed, trying to reach for his
knives to get at Edge. But Edge was good at what he did and, even more so,
wasn’t fazed by anyone. Not even Styx made this guy pause to watch his
you think otherwise. “Stomach wound?” His tongue lapped around his lips.
“Bullet. Sniper . . .” AK started reeling off shit about Flame’s injury. Rider
came through the door, running his hand over his shaved head. The brother
still wasn’t accepted by half of the club, but he was a good medic, so Styx
allowed him to help when needed. He seemed to work well with Edge,
“What’ve we got?” he said to Edge, and the two of them started working
on Flame’s wound, cutting off his clothes. I saw it in Flame’s eyes before he
reacted. Saw the rage in his black gaze before he pushed Edge and Rider
away, going nuts to get off the gurney. AK and Vike tried to hold him down,
“Need me to smash old Bill into his face? Knock the wanker out?” Rudge
asked, holding up his fist—the fist that frequently knocked his bare-knuckle
fighter opponents on their ass. Or, more often than not, fucking killed them.
Shaking my head, I jumped forward to help keep Flame down. Edge
approached with a needle and syringe, his mismatched eyes lit with
excitement. Suddenly, Maddie and Lil’ Ash crashed through the door.
“Flame!” Maddie rushed toward her husband, pushing Edge out of the
way. Flame stilled the minute he saw her. “Get off him,” she said to
everyone, her voice tight with warning. I backed up. AK and Vike did the
same. Edge was pulled back by Styx. I got out of the way and just fucking
watched. “Baby,” Maddie said, putting her hand on Flame’s cheek. His
fucking wide eyes set on his wife and didn’t move. His breathing was
heavy, but calmed when Maddie spoke. Tears fell down her cheeks, but her
“Baby, you’re hurt. You need to let Rider and the doctor heal you.” His
eyes were losing life. His blood was seeping onto the bed, and the fucker
was about to pass out. Maddie pulled on his hand, and he refocused on her.
“I am staying with you,” she said. “I am not leaving your side. And I will be
rocking on their feet waiting to get to him. I was no doctor, but I didn’t
think his injury would kill him. I’d seen men come back from ten times
Maddie. Because the bitch had told Flame the fucking truth. She stayed
beside her husband, gripping his fingers, running her hand over his head.
She was whispering into his ear, and my chest nearly fucking cracked at the
sight.
My eyes closed, and my hands balled into fists at my side. I’m here, mi
amor. I’m here . . . I will never leave you . . . I could feel Adelita’s hand in
mine. I could feel her finger on my cheek, and I could smell her rose
perfume. Smell it as if it was right beside me. As if she was right beside
me . . .
The sound of the floor creaking made my eyes snap open. A hand came
watching as Edge and Rider worked on Flame. AK had his hand on Ash’s
shoulder. The kid was white. And he wasn’t taking his black eyes off
“I’m staying.”
“Ash—”
“I said I’m fucking staying!” he hissed. It was the first time I’d heard
anger like that from the prospect’s mouth. When I looked at him, I saw
fucking death in his black eyes. The kid was hitting the weights every day.
Growing all the damn time. He was turning into a fucking unit. And with
the new flame tattoos that crawled around his neck, and the piercings that
had started taking over his face, he was looking more and more like his
brother. It seemed the kid had more of Flame’s brand of psycho in him than
we’d thought. From the minute I’d met that kid I sensed something dark
inside him. Like it would only take one more fucked-up thing happening in
his life before the real Ash came crawling out. The kid seemed quiet. But
I’d heard of his past. The fucked-up things that were done to him by his and
Flame’s old man. ’Course, that didn’t mean he was automatically fucked
up; people had survived worse and had come out of it okay. But whenever
anything happened to Flame or Maddie, or even AK—people Ash was
close to—something fucking shifted in his dark eyes. Something that was a
million miles away from the sweet kid he was known to be.
Tank slapped AK on the back. “Leave him. It’s his brother. He wants to
my mind for a second. But before my chest could fucking crack further and
leave me paralyzed, I let the image go. Tank must have sensed something
was wrong, because he hooked his arm around my neck and said,
walked in, I instantly felt the tension in the room. Arizona and Gull’s prez
had gone, off to get the bodies of his brothers. We made our way to our
chapter. Zane, a prospect and AK’s nephew, was behind the bar. I saw him
take a deep breath of relief when he saw AK walking toward him. AK
leaned over the bar and kissed the kid’s head, telling him without words that
he was okay.
I couldn’t fucking take it. All the fucking family shit, the old-lady shit.
Seeing it every day was like a cancer eating away at me. Fucking showing
me what I didn’t have.
“Zane. Bottle of Beam.” Tank’s voice sounded next to me. I sat on a bar
stool, away from Bull, Hush, and Cowboy. I wasn’t fucking welcome on
that table. Could see Bull and Hush always watching me. The fucking Nazi
they’d been forced to let into their lives. “Ignore it,” Tank said. I closed my
eyes, then opened them again when Tank put a shot of whiskey in front of
me. I knocked it back.
The noise of the bar disappeared around me as Tank asked, “You see any
of them?” I nodded. Tank handed me another shot. “You know them?”
“Yeah.”
“You train them?”
I paused, letting the guilt seep in. The guilt I deserved. “Yeah.” Tank
placed his hand on my back. I took another shot, waiting for the whiskey to
numb me. I dropped the empty glass to the bar top. “But they got new
tricks.”
Tank didn’t speak for a few seconds. I knew he was judging if I could
fucking handle it. Then he said, “Beau.” It wasn’t a question.
I rubbed at my eyes. I felt tired, but my body never let me sleep. Instead,
in the dark hours, my brain decided to showcase every fucking thing I’d
was now running the soldiers I’d been raised to lead. Beau, who had
idolized me so much he’d followed me into the army, only to come out to
the fuck out of the Klan for good. Just upped and left him. He never tried to
find me. I’d never heard from him at all since he’d come home.
It was clear he was gonna always be Klan. Believed the ideology still. And
no doubt no longer saw me as his brother, but as a traitor to his race.
another shot and checked around us to make sure no one was listening.
They weren’t. Too busy dealing with their own place in this war.
I stared down at the empty shot glass in my hands. “I get that the
Hangmen are strong. Their reach is unrivaled. And they have a lot of ex-
military. Psychos who would kill just for fun. But today . . .” I shook my
head. “Fuck, Tank. For weeks now we’ve been hit by the Klan. And each
time they’ve been organized, mobilized, and trained to do exactly what they
set out to do.” I laughed, no humor. “He’s done it.” Tank looked at me. I
could tell by his face he knew exactly what I was going to say. “My old
man. His dream has been realized. He has a Klan army. One that can
actually do what he wants—start a real fucking war.” I shook my head, guilt
“It’s true. I created the Klan nuclear bomb, and now I get to sit back and
watch it get dropped.” My throat started to close, but I managed to rasp out,
“Get to watch my brother, my fucking baby brother, be the one to give the
order.”
“We’ll stop them, Tann.” Tank gestured to the brothers from all the
southern state chapters in the room. “We got men. We got balls.” Tank
pointed to himself, then me. “We got us. We know the Klan. Maybe we just
need to start thinking that way again. To figure out what their plans might
be.” Another shot, the numbness this time starting to spread through my
veins. I rolled my neck, my muscles loosening as the liquor began to do its
job. “And we got your contact, yeah? Still got someone inside who’s
helping?”
“Yeah.” I did. Wade Roberts. His old man was one of Landry’s closest
friends until he died a few years back. Wade was inner circle and wanted
out but, unlike me, lacked the incentive to leave. He’d decided it was better
to bring the Klan down from the inside than to leave and have no fucking
life, a target forever on his head for deserting the cause. Didn’t know if I
could trust him at first. But he’d come through time and time again.
“He didn’t warn me about today though.” And I was gonna find out the
fuck why.
The bottle was almost done when Zane came over to Tank and said that
Ky was calling for the brothers in church. “Church!” Tank shouted when
Zane cut the music. I waited until the brothers had left, then followed in
last. The room was crammed. But everyone had a seat. Styx sat at the front,
lynched,” he said. His eyes were red and bulging with rage.
I closed my eyes briefly. “String them up,” I said. I smiled as the bodies of
our old Klan brothers started to swing from the trees, the heavy wind
moving them back and forth like pendulums. Charles took out a can of
spray paint and drew on the cross and circle—our white-power symbol.
That would teach the fuckers to try and leave us, to try and get the feds on
our asses. “Leave them,” I ordered. “Let people find them. Let them know
the Klan is not to be fucked with.”
When I opened my eyes, it was to see Tank watching me. He must have
stood. His eyes bored into every one of us, telling us all to shut the fuck up
or he’d do it for us. When everyone calmed and took their seats, Styx
stayed standing.
His eyes fixed on me. He raised his hands, and Ky spoke for him. “We
need to know all about them. We need to know how they’re organized. The
training they’ve had. What they believe. Fucking everything. We need to
know these fuckers inside and out.”
The room was deadly silent, and one by one every brother looked my way.
“Styx—” Tank went to speak, but I shook my head at my best friend. I had
to do this. I’d seen the looks I’d gotten from the brothers over these past
few weeks. They suspected me. Not so much my own chapter, but the
others. Every time there was an attack, I was asked how they would’ve
known where we’d be. How many would’ve been there. Everything. Tank
never got those looks. He’d paid his dues. Wasn’t coated in Nazi tattoos
anymore, unlike me. As involved as Tank was, he hadn’t been born for the
sole purpose of being the Ku Klux Klan’s heir. Raised to only champion the
white race. In the Ayers household, the air we breathed was Klan and Klan
alone.
I wanted to just cut tail and fucking leave all this shit behind, but I wasn’t
gonna back down. All this? It was my fault. I’d created this. I had to
fucking end it. Least I could do right now was try to save these men.
And I wouldn’t let them see me weak. I’d never fucking do that.
“It’s called the invisible empire,” I said, and could almost smell the
lingering smell of smoke from a burning cross beside me. Could feel the air
charged with the cause, the need for the race war to start. Like my old
brotherhood had once looked to me, dressed in green robes and standing
before the fiery cross, these brothers were looking at me too. But none like I
“And they’re the ones you need to worry about the least.” I leaned on the
table. My knuckles cracked from all the tension on my body. “As I’ve said
before to my chapter, the rednecks and the skinheads who fight for fun and
protest outside of town halls aren’t the ones you need to fear. They’re the
show ponies, the distraction. They’re the waving hand, making you look
one way while the real soldiers, the true army of the invisible empire, tear
you down with the other.”
“I don’t fear none of you cunts,” Crow, the New Orleans president, said.
The fucker was smiling, rolling the dice he always held in his hand.
“You should.”
Crow smirked. In fact, all the others did. It made my blood boil. The Klan
—me, my brother, my father, my uncle—had worked all our fucking lives
to make people think the way they did about us. To make us look a joke.
But in secret we’d built the empire of thinking men. Of men and women
who would allow the skinhead jokes to smash down your front door, while
Watched them burn. “Them,” I said again, all the fight draining from my
body. “They are an organized unit . . .” I trailed off, stopping myself from
telling them how they were so well trained. But what was the fucking
point? Most of these brothers still thought me a Nazi anyway. Saw me as
the White Prince no matter how much I tried to escape it.
“I taught them,” I said and felt Tank tense beside me. He loved this club.
But he’d also kept a shit-ton back from them because of me. Never even
told them who I was until some of my old brotherhood had taken Ky’s old
lady back to the cult we used to work with. I knew he hadn’t wanted me to
tell all these Hangmen that it was me who had crafted them into the men
they were now. The fighters. And that it was Beau who had taken control
where I’d left off and made them unstoppable. “I trained them up, along
with some other ex-forces members. I made them who they are now.”
“Tanner. Think it’s best if you step outta church right now.” I looked at Ky.
He wasn’t speaking for Styx. He was speaking for himself. Styx was just
staring at me.
how long this club had been around. How many brothers had passed
through these doors? How many men with fucked-up pasts? Needing the
outlaw life, too messed up to be normal.
“I don’t know how to do it,” I finally said. My voice sounded like a boom
of thunder in the quiet room. I lifted my head to see Tank standing still. He
ran his hand over his shaved head. I caught the shank scar. Remembered
waiting for him outside of the prison when he got out. When he walked
away from the Klan. I’d been so fucking angry at him. Turning on Landry
in prison for some kid he’d roomed with who Landry planned to kill. I was
so fucking mad that he was walking away from what we’d been building.
Couldn’t understand how he’d lost faith in us—the motherfucking Ku Klux
Klan.
His home. Our home.
“I don’t know how to put that life behind me once and for all . . . it always
finds a way to catch me. No matter how fucking hard I try.”
Tank sighed, his shoulders dropping. I knew how to read my best friend by
now. He was feeling sorry for me. I didn’t want his damn pity. I just needed
to know how to move the fuck on. To be free. “It’s all I know. I was born,
then crafted into the perfect White Prince. Beaten if I dared speak to
someone outside of the white race. You know me, Tank. I was all in. Was
warmed the fuck up. Just thinking about her dark eyes, her long dark
hair . . . her voice, her hands on my chest when I needed her most . . . “I
fucking don’t believe it.”
“You’re a Hangman now. Patched in.”
Tank came forward and kissed my fucking head. “Tann. I know you don’t
think any of the Klan shit is true anymore—”
“The other brothers think I do,” I interrupted. “Maybe not our chapter. But
you have to see how the others look at me.”
“Fuck ’em.” He sat beside me. “When I came here, it took me a while to
get in with them. They didn’t trust me either. They’ll see in time.”
I turned to face Tank. “I don’t think I could kill him . . . if it came to it.”
“Beau?”
I nodded. “He’s the one leading the Klan now. He’s the one who’s coming
at us.” I sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Tank. He’s the one who needs to be
killed to really fuck up the Klan.”
Tank put his hand on my head in support, but didn’t say shit. What could
he say? He knew it was true. My brother had to die. Tank got to his feet. “I
need to get back to church.” He eyed me weirdly. “You gonna be okay? You
want to stay with me and Beauty for a few days? Get away from this
place?”
“Nah. Gonna contact my Klan mole and find out what the fuck is going
on.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Tank left the room, and I went to my computer station at
the corner of the room. I logged in to my email and sent a message to Wade.
What the fuck happened today?
I only had to wait a few minutes before he replied.
Been away, inner-circle shit. Just got back. Didn’t know they were
planning anything. New Dragon took the lead. Ex-Marine. Knows his shit.
I’m here for a while now unless your old man calls me away. I’ll keep my
ear to the ground and give you a heads-up on anything new going down. I
fucked up. Won’t happen again.
I stared at the email and wondered for the millionth time if I was being
played. But Wade’s intel had come through too often for me to doubt him.
Finally, I wrote: Make sure it doesn’t.
The Hangmen were setting Wade up nicely in exchange for the intel.
Money that could get him the fuck out when the time came.
My hands hung, frozen over the keys, before I finally lowered them and
wrote: Beau still in charge?
My fucking heart beat like a damn bass drum in my chest as I waited for
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I couldn’t imagine it either. Beau
was a hard bastard. Brought up the same as me. Ruthless. Smart, but much
more reserved. As the second brother, he could afford to be. He was quiet.
A thinker. But so fucking quiet that you never knew what he was planning.
He’s lethal, Tann. Fucking lethal. Whatever had been sleeping inside him
all this time has woken the fuck up.
I read that email over and over, until I pushed my chair back and went to
move away. But as I did, the necklace I kept in my jeans dug into my leg. I
reached into my pocket and pulled out the golden cross. The tarnished gold
barely caught the light. It was old . . .
I want you to have it, mi amor. I want you to keep it. Think of me. Even
when you doubt how much I love you, look at this and know that I am
like I’d taken a crowbar to the sternum. Heart pounding, I watched Adelita
walk into the path of the camera. I froze, fucking froze as she turned, book
in hand, and her face came into view. My lips parted and my breath shot out
from my mouth. Adelita smiled at something she was reading, and my hand
balled up again. Her golden cross stabbed into my palm, but I welcomed the
pain. It was the only thing that made me feel like I was alive.
This, and her. Always fucking her.
Her dark hair hung down her back, and her big brown eyes were bright.
Her skin, her body . . . everything was perfection.
I reached out with my free hand and ran my finger down the screen, over
her face. Her lips. Those lips. I could taste her on my tongue, hear her fall
apart as I took that mouth.
“Adelita,” I rasped. She turned at that moment, as though she could hear
me. But she couldn’t. We hadn’t spoken for years; it had been too
dangerous, too risky to her safety. But it didn’t mean she didn’t still own my
dark heart. The bitch had it. Would be the only one who ever did. Without
her I was dead inside, had been for two years without her. Two long fucking
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Chapter Two
Adelita
Mexico
unseeing, at the roses in the center of the table. I blinked, the landscaped
garden coming back into focus. Lights had been strung up around the
veranda, and all of my papa’s associates sat around the long, extravagant
table. I cast my gaze to Diego, who got to his feet—Diego Medina, my
suit, his crisp white shirt showcasing his light brown skin. His sky-blue tie
sat perfectly over his chest. Of course my maid had dressed me to match—
they always did, when my father ordered it. I wore a blue silk Armani dress
that fell to my feet. My hair hung down my back in loose waves. I glanced
at my papa’s newest girlfriend. She was dressed to match his tie too.
I fought the need to roll my eyes. We women were sitting as the perfectly
crafted dolls my papa had made us into . . . a fact that grated on me every
single day. Only, Charley Bennett, my best friend, grew as frustrated with
this patriarchal way of life as me. Her father was in partnership with Papa.
Mr. Bennett was the cocaine distributor for California. It was where they
were from. I never got to see Charley nearly as much as I wished. Charley
was sitting beside me in her pale pink dress which suited her blond hair,
As the table hushed, Charley reached out and subtly took hold of my hand
under the table for a few seconds before letting go. I cast her a discreet
nervous glance. Her eyes widened in panic. Charley didn’t know about
Tanner. But she knew I was being pushed toward Diego by my father. And
she knew I didn’t love Diego, nor did I want him as more than a friend.
Diego cleared his throat, and I focused my attention back on him. His dark
eyes quickly set on me. I froze, uncomfortable, when he didn’t look away.
He smiled the smile I had seen countless women fall for over the years. The
smile he had been giving me for years, but one I had managed to resist.
“You all know me around this table. You all know me as Alfonso
Quintana’s right-hand man. You know me as the man who would die for
this family. Our businesses.” He paused, then turned his entire body to face
me. I cast a quick, unsteady glance at my father. He was already watching
“What many of you don’t know is the man I am in private.” Diego’s head
champagne glass was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. From
“What you haven’t seen are the years gone by where I have loved and
were raised together.” He laughed and shook his head. “We played
together . . . and in all that time she never noticed me. Not until six months
ago when she finally agreed to dinner after thousands of refusals. And then
we never looked back.” We had only ever kissed a couple of times, and
even then, each second had felt like the worst kind of torture. I could no
I could still feel, imprinted on my lips like a brand. The mouth I could still
taste. The strong arms and body of the man that lay above me . . .
But I’d had to pretend. Because no one knew who had stolen my heart. No
one knew who I had attached my soul to . . . even I didn’t know anymore.
No contact for over two years. No word. I was empty inside. Dead. Only
A man I wasn’t sure still wanted me. A man I should never have loved,
and who should never have loved me. But we did love each other . . . so
very much.
Diego took a long breath, then addressed me directly. I fought the lump in
my throat that had built just thinking of Tanner. Of his blue eyes and
tattooed arms. I love you, princess . . . Never forget that, even when I’m
gone from here . . . I’ll only ever protect you . . . I’m gonna find a way for
“Adelita Quintana, I have loved you since I was old enough to understand
what love was.” Diego walked toward me, placing his champagne glass on
the table. He reached into his jacket and brought out a ring box. I stared at
that black velvet box like it was the very thing that would destroy my soul. I
felt Charley’s eyes burning into me, but I couldn’t look at her. I would fall
apart if I did.
sparkling garden lights and with all my papa’s associates’ eyes fixed on us.
My eyes pricked with tears, but I didn’t worry. The family here would put it
down to emotion from this moment. And they were correct. But they were
tears of sadness and frustration and fear. Not happiness and elation. My
blood had turned cold, and the flicker of joy I occasionally felt had
disappeared completely. I felt nothing but the gutting hole that was Tanner’s
Diego dropped to his knee and opened the box. The massive diamond he
The air was sucked from my lungs as Diego’s question washed over me.
The light wind around me seemed to freeze, as if God had pressed the pause
button on the world just to hold me in this moment. My heart beat a rhythm
that instructed me to refuse. To get up and walk out, leaving Diego with the
ring he so proudly offered. But one subtle glance at my papa and I knew I
tethered to the ground. The weight that was keeping me from falling apart.
know if he could feel the slight tremble in my touch. If he did, he didn’t say
so. I closed my eyes and willed myself forward. As my lips met his, I felt
nothing. Nothing but a cold and stale brushing of lips. I wouldn’t let my
brain register his taste or his scent. I refused to let anything cast Tanner
from my heart.
When I pulled back, I whispered, “Yes.” I disguised the tremor in my
papa again and saw him smiling. He gave me a secret nod. And I knew
what that nod meant: I had done well. My father knew I didn’t want to
marry Diego. Yet he would have planned this with Diego—the son he never
had. I loved my papa, and he loved me. He was the only family I had. I
never crossed him. Even as his daughter, I would never dare. I wasn’t naïve
every facet of what we did. We were cartel. And my papa was the biggest
humiliation.
Diego slipped the ring on my left hand, then crushed his lips to mine. The
table broke out in applause, and my papa rose to his feet and came toward
us. He shook hands with Diego. “Finally,” he said to his right-hand man.
“The son I always wanted will be joining the family under God.”
words that I had not disappointed him. It was both a compliment and a
warning.
Charley put her arms around my neck, appearing the ecstatic best friend
she was expected to be. But her mouth came to my ear so no one could hear
her ask, “Are you okay, Lita?”
“Please . . . not now,” I begged in a whisper, and forced a wide smile at her
as I pulled back from the embrace. “I am very happy, thank you, Charley.”
She played her role to perfection . . . but I saw the sympathy she had for me
in her stormy eyes. Like me, she was the daughter of a crime boss. She and
It’s why I treasured her as a friend. But right now, I couldn’t be near her. I
had to keep my emotions in check. Charley’s worry for me would make me
crumble.
I was pulled into hug after hug by my father’s guests. On the outside I was
smiling, showing the guests my new diamond ring with pride. But on the
inside . . . on the inside my blood and heart and soul were crying.
eradicated any trace of strength I had left inside me. The mood sobered
when he added, “Given recent events concerning our business, it is best to
dealt in drugs, mainly cocaine. We had taken a poor rural village and turned
it into an empire. But, as a woman, I was kept at arm’s length from the inner
workings of my father’s operation. Much to my annoyance.
It was why he loved Diego so much. Diego’s papa had been my father’s
closest friend. When he was shot dead by Faron Valdez, a rival cartel when
Diego was only a young boy, my father had taken Diego on as his own.
Unlike Diego, I never attended inner-circle meetings. Relegated to a pretty
from what Carmen, my maid, had told me when she had managed to get
snippets from the other staff, they were as bad an enemy as we could get.
This wasn’t the first time we’d been at war since I’d been old enough to
comprehend what that meant. But each time it was hard. Because people
died. And I feared that, one day, it could be my father . . . or even me. So I
wanted to know everything I could about the Hades Hangmen—their
hierarchy, their structure, their weaknesses, in case one day there was no
one left to protect me from them.
engagement celebration. I couldn’t have said what the food was or what the
dessert tasted like. I was numb, smiling and answering questions when
asked, but certainly not present in spirit. My body was on autopilot as my
mind tried to work out a way to contact Tanner. To tell him everything had
And my heart . . . my heart was shredding, each slice of flesh that fell
away causing me to suck in a tight breath as the agony took hold of my
entire body. All the time I feared I was falling apart, Diego never let go of
my hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss as he talked to the cartel men over
dinner.
As with my father, Diego wasn’t a man to be crossed. I’d heard the
Of what he’d done to past lovers. The pain I’d heard he had caused them.
The roughness with which he’d handled them. He was an aggressive man.
To me, he had only ever been sweet. But he was feared by the men at this
table. Even my father, due to his age, wanted to keep Diego close. The
alternative wouldn’t be worth risking.
If I was honest with myself . . . I feared him too. I feared what would
happen if I refused him. It didn’t bear thinking about.
I had always sensed something unstable within him. I had always kept him
at arm’s length. But now I was firmly in his embrace . . . and I had to find a
way to survive the suffocation.
Diego had been bold in his move to propose to me. It was his greatest play.
He was as close as one could get to my father. My hand in marriage would
firmly lock him in place. My father wasn’t naïve to this. Papa knew how
Diego had always wanted me. And to secure Diego’s unwavering loyalty,
he’d thrown me to the wolves. I didn’t know how to get out of this. I didn’t
know how to break off this engagement. I didn’t know where Tanner even
was. I knew my father and Diego were still working with the Klan. But they
no longer came to our house. All those months of being with Tanner, being
able to have him in my bed, by my side, had long gone.
Ice flooded my veins when I thought of the inevitable. The day when the
Klan and the cartel would go to war against each other. This pact they had
entered into expired . . . war would ensue. It would be cartel against Klan.
A fight to be the strongest power in the crime underworld. My stomach
flipped at the thought. At the knowledge that the man I loved and my
family, the only people I cared about in this world, would be intent on
He guided me up with his hand, and I let him lead me away. My father
kissed my free hand as I passed. I smiled, but only for the sake of keeping
up appearances.
As we approached the rooms I had as my own on my papa’s estate,
my suite, Diego spun me around and pushed me back against the wall. My
heart raced. His eyes were wide and he licked his lips. He took hold of both
infused the air around us and I could smell the red wine on his breath. He
had drunk a lot. “Adelita,” he murmured, frustrated. “Cariño . . .” I winced
at the term of endearment. I didn’t want to be his cariño. I didn’t want to be
anything to him. He moved one of his hands from my wrists and slid it
down my hair, over my cheek, and down to my chest. I whimpered when he
palmed my breast.
“Diego—”
attention on me had always been sweet, endearing . . . This smile was cold
and cruel. The alcohol had clearly lowered his control over the dangerous
man inside. He released my breast, but then his hand started traveling south.
My thighs clenched together when his fingers passed over my torso. But it
was no use trying to stop him. He was bigger and stronger than me. Diego
shushed me again, the sound harsh and sharp. “A face made by God to
torment we who walk with the devil.” His hand cupped me between my
legs. I made a garbled sound and tried to push him off, but he didn’t move. I
held my breath as his fingers ran along my panties. I felt him getting hard
against my leg. My bottom lip started to shake in anger. But I wouldn’t cry.
I wouldn’t let him see me cry. Men like Diego got off on seeing women cry.
Diego kissed up my neck and over my cheek. “But I like that you’re
untouched. I like that you’re a virgin and I get to be the first cock your
unnerved me. That his touch repulsed me. I shut my eyes as he worked his
hand under my panties. I needed to shut him out. To take myself away from
this moment.
Only one face came to mind, taking me back to that first day . . .
“Papa?”
show him the tie I had bought for him to go with his new suit. But when I
walked into the room, a strange man was sitting at my father’s desk. That
turn, but I crashed into someone behind me. Strong hands steadied me, then
immediately let me go. When I looked up, the biggest man I had ever seen
was before me, dressed in a white shirt that clung to his muscled body, and
blue jeans with black boots. He had tattoos all over his skin, and a shaved
head. The tattoos crept up to his neck. It took me a minute to realize what
the tattoos were. But their symbology quickly became apparent.
Nazi tattoos.
A stern look of superiority crossed his face. He folded his arms across his
chest as he looked down at me.
“Adelita?” My papa’s voice made me turn. “These are our guests. They
sudden need to play host. They were Ku Klux Klan. I had read the name on
Tanner’s arm. The reason for my father’s distrust was obvious. The Klan
and Nazis hated anyone who wasn’t white.
“You will need to show Tanner around soon, while his father and I talk
business.”
My eyes widened. “Can’t Diego—?”
“Diego has gone away for a while. He will be away during most of their
stay. He’ll be back toward the end.” On “family business,” no doubt.
“You’ll be so tight,” Diego said, cutting through the memory of that fated
meeting. “And we’ll be married soon . . .” He sucked in a breath. “I’ll get to
watch you bleed for me, cariño.”
For once, I let a slither of fear strike me. Because he wouldn’t. I had
already given myself to a man—only one. Diego could never find that out.
He suddenly stopped, moved his hand from between my legs, then
smacked his hand off the wall above me. “But not yet,” he said tightly. “As
much as it frustrates me not to be inside you, I’m going to wait until we are
married. I want this to be right, with you.” His hand dropped to my cheek
and stroked it gently. “I’ve wanted you for too long not to have you the way
you’re meant to be taken.”
Diego crushed his mouth to mine so hard it was almost bruising. He
quickly pulled away, then turned and moved for the door. “If I don’t leave
now, I’ll fuck you, cariño. I’ll take you to your bed and I’ll fuck you into
the mattress.” His lip flicked up in amusement. “And as much as he loves
me, I’m sure your father would have me killed for deflowering his little girl
before she’s wed. He’s worked incredibly hard to keep you pure.”
from my nose, or the taste of him from my mouth. I ran to the bathroom. I
brushed my teeth so hard that the water ran red with the blood from my
gums.
Turning off the faucet, I looked up at myself in the mirror. My eyeliner—
which I always ensured looked perfect—was smeared. My red lipstick was
thought of Tanner made me feel sick. The thought of how his blue eyes
would soften when they looked upon me. How he never smiled, but would,
just a fraction, for me.
I washed my face until there wasn’t a scrap of makeup left on it. I blinked
as I looked at my reflection in the mirror again . . . then I let the tears fall.
My shoulders shook as the tears fell harder, the sobs racking my body and
loosening my grip on the composure I held so tightly onto. I dropped my
head away from my reflection. I wouldn’t see myself cry. I wouldn’t give
in. I had made it this far. I could make it further . . . I could . . . I could . . . I
must . . .
I stood, gripping the porcelain of the sink until all the tears within me had
been shed. I heard the sound of footsteps too late to pull myself together.
My papa suddenly appeared in the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I
straightened and looked him in the eye. I waited for him to speak. His suit
was perfect, as usual, not a wrinkle to be seen in the fabric. Not a hair out of
place.
“Princesa,” he said, his voice low. His head tipped to the side in sympathy
—well, as much sympathy as I knew he would have for me in this situation.
“I’m fine.” I wiped my tears and cleared my throat. My shoulders
“You could do worse than Diego, princesa.” Papa folded his hands
together and placed them on his lap.
“I don’t love him,” I said, trying my hardest not to lose my composure.
My father didn’t like, in his words, hysterical women. Women who let
emotions rule their actions. It was why he hadn’t a single woman working
for him. Why—as much as he loved me—he never truly let me in.
Simply put, Papa believed women were to know their place—below men.
My papa threw up his hands. But it was there, the flash of pain that always
burst in his dark eyes when I mentioned love. My mama had died in
childbirth, and her death had ruined my papa. Carmen had told me that
when my mama was alive, the men around him had said he was happy.
Ruthless, but happy with my mama. When she died, they said that the
kindness and the friendliness he possessed died too. Only I, his daughter,
saw glimpses of the man he had once been. It was why I could never hate
him for the way he sometimes treated me. I was the reason my mama was
taken from him. I was the reason he suffered.
beautiful woman she had ever seen. Long dark hair, deep chocolate eyes,
pretty and strong.
She told me I looked just like her.
“What does love have to do with anything?” Papa said, and the last flicker
of hope that he would stop this engagement faded from my heart. Papa
glanced out of the window. His mind drifted out of this room and to
somewhere else. “It’s better not to love too hard, princesa.” I felt my bottom
lip tremble for the pain he was in. His, and my own. Because there was
some truth to his words. The love I felt for Tanner . . . Sometimes, in my
darkest of moments, I wondered if this level of love, this soul-shattering
kind of possession, was worth all the pain and the heartache.
It was like being tethered to the ground by an unyielding rope, when all
will look after you when I am no longer here to do so.” I dropped my eyes,
trying to rein in my anger. I did not need a man to look after me. “He has
loved you since you were born, princesa.” Papa shook his head fondly. “I
remember the day he first saw you. He was smitten. Came to see you every
day. He followed you around, hanging off your every word.” Papa showed a
hacienda. A car was waiting for me; Carmen must have called ahead.
“Templo de Santa Maria,” I instructed the driver. He pulled away, and I
pulled my scarf over my face to stop him seeing the tears. We passed
through the streets, and too many memories came at me at once. I could no
When we pulled up to the small chapel, I let the driver open the door and
escort me inside. Candles were still lit, illuminating the dark room. I
reached out to the old stone walls and smiled. I always felt safer here. At
peace.
Free.
I let the rows of candles lead me along the aisle and down the stairs until I
reached the place I knew Luis would be. As always, he was hunched over
his books. “Adelita?” I’d shocked him. He glanced at the clock on his wall.
“You’re here late.”
I checked the driver had stayed by the main door. When I faced Luis, my
only true friend left here in Mexico, from childhood, I let my eyes fill with
water and held up my hand, showing the ring. Luis’s eyes fell in sympathy,
Luis rushed over to me and took me in his arms. I cried into his shoulder,
hearing him lock the door behind us. Luis let me cry until my legs felt weak
and all the energy had drained from my body.
Luis and I sat on his small couch. He held my hand, just like he had done,
years ago, when I’d fallen for the prince of the Ku Klux Klan . . . when
Tanner had had to leave me . . . and in the months, then years, when I didn’t
hear from him. When he didn’t return.
“Diego was always determined,” Luis eventually said. He sighed and
faced me. I knew my face would look tired and worn. Luis squeezed my
hand tighter. “When?”
“Three weeks,” I said, my voice broken with sadness. I laughed without
humor. “I’m sure you’ll be told come morning.” Luis was the priest my
family used—the entire cartel used. My father had helped him achieve his
goal of becoming a priest—of course, having someone loyal and connected
to the family worked in our favor. But Luis was also my friend. And the
only person who knew about Tanner and me. I had told him in confession.
breathing was the small clock on the wall. “I still love him, Luis. So damn
much.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I wish I could stop, but I don’t know
how.” My vision blurred with tears. “I just wish I could see him. I wish I
could talk to him. Hold his hand . . . see what he looks like now.” I smiled.
“If he has more tattoos. If he has grown out his hair.” My chest ached with
the pain of his absence. “If he looks older . . . if he still rarely smiles . . .”
“Lita—”
“I know it’s futile, Luis. I know I am to marry Diego. And I know the life I
am bound to.” I faced Luis. “I just needed to speak to someone who knows
about us.” I glanced at the seat beside me. And I could see the ghost of
Tanner beside me, his hand holding mine. He was so clear to me he could
have been sitting here with me only yesterday. Memories faded over time,
yet my memories of Tanner never did. They were vibrant and rich in color.
Just as alive as he was to my heart.
“It was always a doomed love, Lita,” Luis said. I knew he wasn’t being
harsh. It was true. “The heir of the Ku Klux Klan and the Quintana cartel
princesa. In every way possible you were not meant to fall in love.”
“I fell in love with his soul, Luis. Not his skin color or the family he was
raised in. And he fell for mine.” I exhaled a long breath. “In a perfect world,
we would be together.”
“Lita, you and I know that this life, the life we belong to . . . it is far from
“It’s been over two years, Lita . . .” Luis’s voice drifted to nothing in the
stale room. “He hasn’t returned—”
“It’s not safe,” I tried to argue, but I felt the seeds of doubt start to plant in
my stomach.
“No word, Lita. The Klan and your family are still as close as ever. And
now they are at war together.”
“I can’t find anything out.” I thought back to all of the times I’d tried to
listen in on my father’s meetings with the Klan representatives. Of the times
“We made a promise.” My words were steel. “We made a vow to one
another. I will not let that go. I won’t . . . can’t.”
“Two years ago, Lita. In this life, the life you’re in—that he’s in—that’s a
very long time.” I knew Luis was making sense. But just the thought of
never seeing Tanner again . . . never having him hold my hand and kiss my
mouth, never having him above me, making love to me. Him inside me . . .
“I don’t know how to live this life without the hope of him in my heart. The
hope of us, the hope of what, together, we could be.”
With every day that passed in those two years, that bright light of hope had
dimmed to a whispered flicker of a dying star. There had been no word. No
fight to be beside me.
He hadn’t come for me like he’d promised.
“Lita, I hate to say this, but . . . I think it’s time that you move on.” I
flinched as if he’d struck me. Luis’s hand gripped mine tighter. “Listen to
me, Lita. You deserve to be happy.”
“I can never be happy with Diego.” My voice was rock-solid with
conviction.
“You aren’t happy waiting for Tanner either.” Luis paused for a tense
second, then said, “You don’t live, Lita; you exist. That’s no life to have.”
Luis sighed. “He may have moved on. He may have found someone else.
Someone who doesn’t stand against everything he is, was raised to be.”
Luis rubbed his head as if he had a headache. “He is to inherit the Klan in
Texas. You are Quintana’s daughter. How will your love ever work? He
can’t have you as his in his world. And you certainly cannot have him in
yours. Your father would kill him on the spot.”
My free hand moved over my sternum, rubbing the sudden knot that made
it difficult to breathe. I glanced at Luis’s hand in mine. The darker skin. The
proof of our heritage. My skin was slightly lighter than his, almond to his
tan, but it was there. A Latina’s tone. We were Mexican. I wondered if
Tanner had held another’s hand since he’d left my bed. Wondered if he’d
held a hand that matched his pale skin. Matched the WASP blood that
flowed thickly in his veins . . .
Wondered if he once again thought of our entwined mixed-hued fingers as
repulsive. Wrong.
Did he see me as a moment of weakness? See our love as a betrayal of his
race?
The very thought made my soul cry. Because I could never view him in
such a way.
“Seeing you like this—so broken, hopeful, but at the same time
completely haunted—it makes me glad I’m married to the church. I’ve
always observed that love can destroy as well as heal. It all depends on luck
I thought he had a point. This pain that lived within me, the dark side of
love that spread like cancer within my every cell, at times, made it
impossible to breathe.
Nothing was said after that. I just sat in silence with my friend, comforted
didn’t find me. I heard the footsteps of my father’s men patrolling outside
Rolling to my side, I stared at the box I kept locked. I stared at it, willing
myself not to open it. I hadn’t let myself open it in over a year. But tonight,
with Luis’s words playing havoc with my mind, I couldn’t resist. I reached
over and opened the box. The small piece of white fabric immediately
stared up at me. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and gently picked
it up. My hands shook as the tiny bit of cotton fell into my palm. The scrap
of torn t-shirt felt as heavy as the most precious gold in my hand.
I closed my eyes and could still feel Tanner on top of me. I felt his rough
hand take hold of mine. Opening my eyes, I slid off the extravagant ring
Diego had placed on my finger and let it drop to the comforter. Then I slid
on the small makeshift ring Tanner had made me years ago. It sat on my
finger, the cotton’s frayed edges as stunning as diamonds to me. Curling my
had passed since I had seen him. In this moment he was here beside me.
eventually I had to accept that he wasn’t. Taking a deep breath, ignoring the
found myself still staring at the box. No closer to sleep, I ran my fingers
over the pillow that I now only ever saw as Tanner’s. If I closed my eyes, I
story. And I relived every moment—the good, the bad, and the impossibly,
tragically beautiful . . .
“They’re Klan, Papa. They hate us for our skin color alone. I do not want
to spend time with men like that. Anyone like that.”
Papa stepped closer. “We need them for business, Adela. Nothing more
than that.” His hand came down on my shoulder. “We don’t have to like one
another to do business. Together we can make a lot of money. That’s all
there is to it.”
“Why me?”
“Diego is gone, and I need the son distracted. I have no time to wonder
what to do with the heir while this deal is hashed out. I want a swift
contract secured. William Ayers brought his son here as protection, as a
witness to the fact we met. But, for whatever reason, he wants Tanner
excluded from this deal—not how I’d operate with my second, but to each
their own. He wants to keep the nature of our business to himself.” He
therefore I won’t have any old plebian watching over the heir. He will not
dismissively. “I’ll play into his ideology on this occasion. I don’t really care
if he thinks we are rats or whatever derogatory label the Nazis have for us
Mexicans. I trust you. You’re a good girl, smart and won’t be affected by his
disapproval. You understand how to play this game.” Papa kissed my cheek.
“You’re my daughter. And you will do this for me.” He smiled. “For the
business.”
“As long as it takes.” Papa walked off to his office, shutting the door
tightly behind him. I slumped down to a nearby chair. Minutes passed, then
I saw Tanner walk by the window. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a white
shirt. He was huge, tall, his bulging arm and neck muscles wrapped in
masses of black ink. His blue eyes were assessing as he leaned against the
stood up. Smoothing my hand through my long dark hair, I exited the
hallway into the courtyard. Tanner’s eyes immediately slammed to mine, to
territory. We were not people to look down on. I was not someone to be
looked down upon.
“Do you have one for me?” I laid on my accent thickly as the English
words dripped off my tongue.
Tanner’s eyes fell to my lips. My lipstick was scarlet red. When his gaze
didn’t move from my mouth, I licked along the seam. Tanner ripped his eyes
away, and his jaw clenched so hard I feared it might break the bone.
Looking over my head, the White Prince pulled a packet of cigarettes from
his jeans pocket. He held out the packet, pushing a cigarette out of the
opening. I took the smoke and brought it toward my lips. “Light?”
Tanner exhaled quickly though his nose, yet he still didn’t speak. I was
unsure he could, he’d been that silent both times I’d met him. He pulled out
a lighter, and I leaned in close to the flame. As I inched my body closer to
packet back in his pocket. “Papa wants me to show you around. Keep you
company while our fathers do business.” Tanner leaned back against the
stone wall. His eyes darted along the roof, to the men my father kept around
at all times to protect us. Heavily armed men. I followed his attention.
“Papa’s men. They won’t bother us as long as you can play nice with us
Mexicanos.” I patted his broad chest, the hard planes of his muscles like
granite under my palm. Tanner’s hand thrust out and took hold of my wrist.
Tanner leaned in close, so that only I would hear him speak. “I don’t know
what the fuck you’re playing at, bitch, but keep your fucking hands off me.”
He came even closer. “I might have to fall in line with my old man and
follow this bullshit of having to be attached to you while I’m here. But don’t
could push around, I said, “Like you, I’m here because my papa asked me
to be.” I lifted my hand and ran my finger down the front of his wife-beater.
I could hear his breathing stutter. “But we all must do our duty, Tanner
Ayers.” I looked back at the many guards stationed around the courtyard.
Then to Vincente, my personal guard and Diego’s best friend. His eyes were
I smiled, knowing that Vincente couldn’t tell from where he stood that I
was touching Tanner, or that Tanner had touched me. I faced Tanner again,
pretending we were engaging in conversation. “You’ll do well to remember
you are in my country, my home.” I smiled and watched as his eyes fell
back to my lips. When his angry eyes darted back to meet mine, I said
quietly, “Here, I am the princess, White Prince. These are my people, and
they will not tolerate you stepping out of line. And neither will I.”
I moved back and took another drag of my cigarette. As I blew out the
smoke in his face and dropped the lipstick-stained butt to the floor, I said,
“Come, White Prince. I’ll give you the grand Quintana tour.”
I could hear his reluctant footsteps fall into line behind me. And I could
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Chapter Three
Tanner
“Do not fuck this up for us. We need this deal. If we are to realize the future
we’ve worked all these years to make a reality, we need cash. A lot of it.
This deal with Quintana can give us that. Do as he says when we’re there.
And don’t you fucking dare fuck this up for me.”
told myself to calm the fuck down. Like she’d touched me with fire, I could
fell down her back. As if she could hear my thoughts, she turned to look at
me over her shoulder and gave me a wide smile, her whore-red painted lips
making her look like a cheap slut.
herself so important. But I knew better. I knew where we all stood in life.
The dick she’d been talking to suddenly got in my path. I stopped dead,
towering over the douche with slicked-back black hair and a black suit. He
glared at me, then dropped his eyes and ran them down my bare arms. My
She said something to him in Spanish I didn’t understand. Her nails were
long and painted red too. Did this bitch not know how to wear any other
color?
The guard stepped back, but not without showing me the gun he was
packing in his holster. I gritted my teeth, pissed off at these fuckers even
more—if that was possible. Quintana made me give up my guns at the door.
Said it would show trust. The cocksucker just wanted to see us submit. I
knew the truth. He was scared of us. Scared of what we were capable of.
our battles if we were to win the upcoming race war. Use our enemies until
graveled path that led to a massive garden. There were flowers and bushes
earshot, but I didn’t like that fucker being anywhere near me.
back to her. She smiled at me, but I saw straight through that smile. She
white. Her eyelashes were too long and that red lipstick was pissing me the
fuck off.
play her fucking game. Adelita ran her hand over the leaves from a low-
She stopped. So did I. She walked to me and stood her ground—too close
to me, again. All I could smell was her shitty perfume—it was too strong,
fucking darting up my nose. It smelled of flowers and fruit and other crap
that I’d never be able to clear my nose of. Her too-big brown eyes locked on
mine. They were so dark you could barely see the pupil. “Cat clawed your
Annoyance sliced through me. I leaned down, got right in her face. “It’s
‘cat got your tongue.’” Her hair blew past my face and touched the stubble
on my cheek. It smelled of coconut. My teeth gritted together. “If you’re
“I got it wrong?” Her smile dropped, only for her eyes to spark with
something I couldn’t read. She stepped closer. So close that her big tits
English that well.” Her lip twitched, then she resumed walking. Looking
over her shoulder, she said, “Come, Tanner Ayers, White Prince of the Ku
I tensed. Her thick accent had dropped; perfect English fell from her lips.
started walking, wiping sweat from my head. “Too hot, señor?” Adelita
asked.
“I’m Texan. I fucking know heat,” I hissed. Adelita fell into step beside
me. My fists clenched tighter at her closeness. The bitch was doing it on
Amusement flashed on her face, but she quickly schooled her features. Her
daddy had taught her well. She was a good little cartel princess. Not letting
her emotions rule her. Not letting her “enemies” best her. “This way,
planned many days for us just like this. I’m sure you’re going to very much
enjoy it . . . you will adore Mexico before you leave.”
My hands shook with anger. But I had to play the game for the sake of the
cause. Then she’d be sorry. They would all be sorry when we prevailed . . .
I woke, still feeling the heat of that day on my skin, and rubbed my hands
over my eyes. I could still feel Adelita standing close to me. Still feel the
annoyance in my bones when she stood so close . . . still smell her perfume
that I’d never been able to forget, the coconut scent of her hair . . . still see
the red of her lips, her long lashes, her brown eyes . . .
The banging on my door ripped me from being lost inside my head. The
door opened and Tank stepped through. “Church. The Diablos are here.”
“Chavez and Shadow are here. Got some intel on Quintana.” Tank’s face
frosted over. “Shadow heard whispers that the fuckers are planning to come
I nodded again. Truth was, Tank didn’t know it was Quintana’s daughter I
was fucked over, just some cartel princess. I was waiting for him to put
together the pieces. Her name being Adelita. The Klan in business with
Quintana. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out. Only one person knew the truth
—Hush. I fucked up and told him one night. Had too much fucking whiskey
and told him. I knew he hated me. I’d wanted to show him I didn’t hate
him. That I wasn’t the White Prince no more. I didn’t know if he’d told
“You sure?”
I nodded again, then followed Tank to church. As always the place was
crammed. I stood at the back, ignoring the few stares that came my way
crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. “Alright, mate,” he said, his
British accent instantly annoying me. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Slept off
The room fell quiet as Styx and Ky walked in with Chavez, the president
of the Diablos, and Shadow, the ex-Quintana cartel member that got Sia and
Styx sat down; Ky sat beside him. The prez immediately started signing.
which had been running hot in my veins, turned to ice. Styx looked to
Chavez.
Chavez nodded. “Quintana’s cousin has a daughter. She’s getting married
in a few weeks in his estate. After that, the cartel are moving in. Joining the
I sagged against the wall in relief. It was Adelita’s cousin. My heart was a
Feeling someone’s eyes on me, I looked up. Hush was staring at me from
across the room. I quickly looked the fuck away. What the hell had I been
thinking, telling him about Adelita? I had no fucking idea. I’d lost my mind.
It’s not Adelita getting hitched, I told myself again. Calm the fuck down. It
ain’t her. A surge of pure rage swept through me, lighting me the hell up.
She wouldn’t do that to me. I was coming back for her. I’d told her so.
out. Specialist men. Men that don’t fail. I don’t know much more than that,
but they’re coming after the wedding. And they’re coming in strong. Klan
have been flying solo until now . . . That’s all about to change.” I breathed
out through my nose, trying to stop the fire that was burning through my
veins at the thought that I could have lost her. That, after all the planning
and shit it had taken me to get to a place where I’d be able to go get her,
bring her the fuck home to me, she’d throw it away by marrying someone
else. After I’d left the Klan for her, my damn family, after I’d got into a club
Styx raised his hands, his body so tense it looked like he was about to
snap. “So we’re going in first.” Energy buzzed through the room like
wildfire. Styx’s eyes were hard, the Hangmen Mute in full control. My
pulse started racing in my neck. “Those assholes think they can touch us.
Touch our fucking bitches and land and unborn kids . . .” He gritted his
teeth. “They can think again. We’re gonna own those fuckers. Gonna go in
before they come for us.”
with the locals, win them over so they were always loyal. I didn’t know if
she was close to this cousin. I didn’t know if it would hurt Adelita if she
motherfucking Hangman. I knew the cartel, and I knew what Quintana was
capable of. That sadistic fucker would kill us. And he’d enjoy doing it. I
had to push these feelings away. I had to get on board and figure shit out on
the fly like I’d always done.
“Tanner?” I looked up. All eyes were on me. My eyes narrowed as I tried
to work out what had been said. Ky was speaking for Styx, the prez’s
suspicious gaze locked on me. I’d fucking zoned out. Tank shifted beside
me. I knew he’d be wondering what was wrong with me. I was fucking up
where they’ll be and when. Don’t wanna have to deal with them too. Get
word out we’ll be on the road that day. Perfect bait for the Nazis to come
“I just gotta get plans of Quintana’s place. I never worked with him. I was
one of Garcia’s men, not high enough up to meet the man himself.” Shadow
cracked his knuckles, lost in thought. “The wedding is on his property. It’s a
fucking fortress. Quintana’s being smart. No fucker would dare infiltrate
that place. Even the people who live in the villages around there are loyal to
him. He gives them food and clean water, helps them be safe. They’d die to
protect him and his family. With the war, it’ll be the best fucking protected
Saw Adelita’s face beside me on the pillow. Her perfect brown eyes and
lashes and perfect lips . . . her hand holding mine.
“I know the place.” Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and saw the
entire room turning their heads my way. None more so than Styx. I stood
off the wall, fucking showing my six-four height and two-hundred-and-
fifty-pound weight. “I’ve been there. Stayed there on and off for a few
months a few years back.”
onto Quintana’s turf.” The rage from only a few minutes ago flared inside
me. “I was the fucking heir to the Klan. I went with my old man on most
things. The fucker didn’t let me in to most of what was happening. But
yeah, I’ve been to Quintana’s place. Been to a shit-ton of the Klan’s
associates’ places.”
“You know him personally?” Shadow asked.
Seemed he had Meister for that. We were drugs and guns. That and
preparing for the race war.” A few snickers followed. I gritted my teeth.
papa, to betray her, and nodded. “I can do better than that.” Tanner . . . I
heard Adelita’s panicked voice sound in my head. No, mi amor . . . But
what the fuck was I meant to do? The cartel was on us if we didn’t strike
first. I had to keep her safe. I’d fucking make sure they didn’t harm her
cousin. If this meant saving Adelita . . . I’d do it. I’d have to figure out a
way of making her understand.
and out. If you succeed at all.” My neck ached with the tension in my
muscles.
Adelita’s face in my mind. “The bitch I fell for . . . the one I left the Klan
for . . .” I swallowed back the betrayal I felt, choking my throat. “It was
Adelita . . . Adelita Quintana. Alfonso Quintana’s daughter.”
I tilted my chin and met Styx’s eyes straight on. I wouldn’t be ashamed. I
owned that bitch.
“Shit,” Tank hissed. I turned to Tank to see shock on his face. Shock and
then sympathy. “Tann . . .” He would understand. He would understand why
the cartel life. Her old man keeps her the fuck out of the business. She isn’t
a threat to us. To anyone. She’s just caught up in the shitshow.” Tank put his
I shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t know what she knows anymore.” I rocked
on my feet. “She’s young. Only twenty-two. Sheltered. She’ll have no
fucking idea of the danger she’s in.” My stomach tightened at that fact.
“Nice!” Vike said. “Younger woman. Tighter pussy. I get ya, man. Good
“Fuck my family,” I spat. “They can all have their throats slit for all I
care.”
care.” I was sure the brothers heard the bullshit in my voice. Because
nothing or no one was hurting Adelita. I just had to think of a fucking plan.
Something to keep her safe. Someway to get her out and make her
understand everything I’ve done. “But at some point, I’m getting her. I’m
getting her the fuck out of Mexico and having her by my side.”
Styx looked at me. I dared him—any of them—to argue. But he just
pointed at Shadow. “You get him the plans. Make sure they’re right.” Styx
looked around the room, focusing on some of the brothers. “AK, Smiler,
you’re going.” They nodded, excitement sparking in their eyes. “Crow, you
too.” Crow smiled wide and bowed his head once. “Need someone to
As I went to leave, Tank pulled me back. When the room was empty, he
said, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
I pulled my arm back from him. “I had to keep her safe.”
Tank was pissed. I saw it in his eyes. “You still could’ve told me. We
could’ve told Styx and Ky together. Figured something out. Planned to get
her out.” He shook his head. “You know how that looked, just dropping a
bomb like that? Quintana’s daughter, Tann?” I didn’t speak. Tank stepped
closer to me. “It made you look guilty of something.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” Tank ran his hands down his face. “Never thought
we’d go to war with Quintana. Never thought Adelita would ever be on the
Hangmen radar. But here we fucking are. And I still intend to get her back.
When this shit is all over. I’m getting her back. That’ll never change.” I
didn’t wanna talk anymore. I was fucking done. “I need a smoke.”
I left Tank in church, left the clubhouse and walked to the woods. The
minute I had the cover of the trees, I let my fist fly into the nearest one. My
knuckles ripped open, but I didn’t stop. I hit it again, seeing Adelita’s face,
Beau’s face, and the faces of all my fucking Hangmen brothers when I’d
told them about Lita. I punched it and punched it until I was out of breath
and blood dripped from my hand.
A twig snapped. I swung around, ready to smash in the face of whoever
was here. Whoever had a death wish. Hush stood watching me, his arms
folded across his chest. My balled fists relaxed. If it had been anyone
else . . .
“What do you want?” I said, voice fucking rasped.
“You okay?”
makeshift ring I’d given her. If she still even wanted me.
“We’re gonna be taking her cousin,” Hush said. I took drag after drag of
Hush flicked his smoke to the ground, standing on it to put it out. With one
last silent look, he walked back toward the clubhouse. The minute he was
out of sight, I slumped to the ground. Back against the tree that was now
stained with my blood, I closed my eyes and let the sun that was slicing
breath. I didn’t fucking know what to do. I didn’t know how to be in this
club with all this shit hanging over me. The woman who owned my heart,
now the enemy. I had to protect her, but I had to protect my club too. And
then there was my brother, my fucking little brother . . .
Needing something to think of that wasn’t this shit, I let the sun heat my
face and thought back to Adelita. To the days when she made me lose my
mind. The days when she started knocking down walls I thought would
Beau kept checking in while I was here. He didn’t trust Quintana; that was
obvious. I’d give anything to be home. Instead I was here. In this hell.
Looking at the jokes that were Quintana’s guards, I barely heard the click
of a door opening to my left. I froze when Adelita walked through, holding a
book, dressed in a short see-through robe of some sort, showing off her tight
body. Her black hair hung down her back in loose curls. Her eyes were
covered with massive black sunglasses. She came toward me, her red high
heels clicking on the path. I’d sat around the ridiculous-sized pool this
morning hoping the bitch wouldn’t find me to drag me around with her. I
was fucking done with being around her. Her husky voice grated on my
nerves. I was twenty-seven. She was quite a bit younger than me. I’d guess
late teens or early twenties. But somehow had every fucker here wrapped
around her finger. She clearly thought she could do the same with me too.
Bitch was sorely mistaken.
The empty bottle of water crackled. I hadn’t realized my fists had clenched
around it, cracking the plastic, until the noise echoed around the pool. And
I didn’t realize my eyes had never left Adelita until she lifted her sunglasses
and smiled at me. “Enjoying the view, Señor Ayers?”
My lip curled as she waited for my response. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I
turned my head, trying to ignore her. I had no idea why the fuck she even
wanted to be around me. No, that wasn’t true—I’d guessed pretty quickly.
She knew I didn’t like her. And she was just trying to piss me off.
And, despite myself, it was working.
Seeing her move in my peripheral, I turned, only to see her shedding her
to watch the Nazi.” Her nose flared, even though she kept her face
expressionless.
There. There was the fucking tell that she was hating this shit as much as I
was. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Vincente moved
“Get off me,” Adelita hissed, trying to pull her hand back. I squeezed it
tighter.
“I can’t wait for my father to be done and to be back on American soil.
Out of this fucking place.” I moved so close to her that I could feel her
warm breath flow over my face. She smelled of mint and the coconut from
her hair and the sunscreen that was slick and shining on her tight body. Her
tongue ran over her red lips. That lipstick. That motherfucking lipstick she
always wore was pissing me the hell off more with every day that passed.
“Release me,” Adelita said, calmly. Too calmly. I knew it was bullshit. I
could see the hate for me in her eyes, could feel her wrist shaking in my
hand.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I warned. Our foreheads were practically
touching. I needed her to get the message. To get the fucking message that
having her beside me every day was no longer gonna work. I wanted her
gone. Her brown eyes and long hair and long lashes out of my
motherfucking life. “You’ll stop speaking to me. You’ll leave the fucking
room if I’m in it, and you won’t even look my way. I’m the White Prince of
the fucking Ku Klux Klan, the institution that’s gonna save America. From
the freeloaders and the impurists and—”
Suddenly, Adelita smashed her lips to mine. I froze, still holding her wrist
tightly in my hand. I tasted mint, and when Adelita pushed her tongue inside
my mouth it was sweet and addictive and—
Adelita pulled back, wrenching her hand from my wrist only to slice it
across my face. My head snapped to the side, the sting from her palm the
gasoline to the fire I already had blazing inside. Slowly, I turned my head
until I met her seething eyes. “You, Tanner Ayers, do not appeal to me.” My
chest rose and fell with my rapid breaths. Adelita leaned forward, and a
piece of hair fell over face. It made her look different, normal. She never
looked anything but perfect. A perfectly put together princess whose daddy
kept her locked away in his ivory tower built on blow.
I could smell her. I could smell the coconut. It was on my fucking skin. My
hands. My face and lips. I sat up when I felt my dick getting hard. Needing
to hit something, needing to pour out this rage she’d made me feel, I
jumped up. I swung to Adelita, tasting the mint from her mouth. “You,” I
hissed. “You’ve fucking done this, you’ve—” I grabbed her shoulders and
wrenched her to me. She weighed nothing, and my hold was too strong. Her
chest crashed into mine. Her hand struck my face again and again, until I
threw her to her down to the lounger and pinned her down by her two slim
wrists. I sat between her legs and leaned down until I was all she could see.
“You fucking whore. You touched me. You don’t get to do that. Your impure
hands don’t get to touch—”
The sound of voices made me freeze. It wasn’t until I forced the rage aside
that I realized my mouth was hovering just above Adelita’s. Her skin was
flushed and her tits were pressed right against my bare chest. Big Mexican
tits pushing against my solid black swastika tattoo.
“Get your Nazi hands off me.” Adelita spoke slowly and quietly. “My
guards are about to come around the corner. And if they see you touching
me they will shoot you.” I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t care.
That I wasn’t scared by the guards who held guns and pretended they were
someone in this clusterfuck of a world, but she beat me to it. “Papa wants
this deal to go through. I suggest you—” she put her lips closer to my ear
“—get the fuck off me, Prince Ayers.” The smell of roses sailed past my
Spanish, and she replied. She was holding her book again, a smile on her
face and lipstick righted from where it had smudged. At least most of it was.
Almost back to the perfect princess she pretended to be, but I knew she
wasn’t. I saw the cracks.
As Vincente glared at me, then walked away, I leaned over and said, “Your
lipstick’s smudged, princess.” I smirked as her rabid dark eyes slammed to
mine. “You look like a whore.” I jumped to my feet and stormed across the
poolside until I was in the guest suites. I slammed the door shut and
practically ran to the shower. I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the water
wash away the coconut from my skin, the mint and rose scent. Wash
Adelita’s touch, her fucking impure touch, off my body . . . and her taste
from my mouth. The mint and sweetness and the fucking feel of her whorish
tongue sliding next to mine. The feel of her tits against my chest and her
between my legs. Releasing the rage that had been building since she’d
walked out to the pool . . . fuck—since I’d arrived in this piece of Mexican
hell—I curled my hand into a fist and sent it sailing into the wall. Blue tile
smashed and fell to the floor with my blood. I stayed there until the water
above me ran cold, the hatred not fading away . . . though this time it wasn’t
for Adelita. Instead it was with myself. My cock was still hard as granite. It
only got harder the more I recalled her mouth on mine, her tongue, her
tits . . . her motherfucking taste. So I punched the wall again. I punched and
punched until I knew there were fractures in my knuckles and the skin on
them was gone and nothing remained but raw flesh.
But it didn’t help. That bitch was all up in my head. A motherfucking
witch, that’s what she was.
slammed against the wall in the hallway. His eyes were livid. “Why am I
hearing from guards that you’ve been touching the daughter? Fucking
snarling in her face and slamming her on loungers?” I didn’t answer him.
What was the fucking point? It was the truth. My silence riled my father
more than any answer. And I braced for the punch. The many punches that
started plowing into my face. I tasted blood in my mouth, felt it trickling
down my chin from my lip and nose.
And I took it. I stood there and fucking took it, never striking back.
My father paused to add, “The guards are everywhere. If you fuck up this
deal, you’re done. You hear me? Fucking done.” His hands wrapped
around my throat—a warning. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. My father dropped his hands and righted his suit. “Now
get cleaned up. You look like a fucking redneck who has been in a bar
fight.” He walked off. I didn’t move from my spot against the wall. I still
warred with the urge to track him down and beat his fucking face to
nothing. But I wouldn’t. Like a good little son, I wouldn’t.
I caught movement from across the hall, and my stomach dropped when I
saw Adelita. Her pale face told me she’d seen it all. I wanted to tell her to
fuck off. To leave me the hell alone when she came toward me. Her brown
eyes searched over me—the cuts and blood—then she handed me a tissue.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I glared. I fucking glared at the bitch. But then I saw something shift in her
eyes. It wasn’t pity. She wasn’t gloating.
It looked like understanding.
Adelita started walking away. I looked out of the window nearby. At the
darkening sky. “You ever feel like your life isn’t your own?”
In my peripheral, I saw Adelita turn. When I met her eyes, the tears in
them made my heart fucking stop. “Yes,” she whispered, that whisper
slicing right through my fucking chest. “I know exactly how that feels.”
I stared at her. She stared at me. Bumps started breaking out along my
skin, and I turned away. I forced myself off the wall and stormed back into
the room. I slammed the door, then stood against the wood.
I ignored the pounding of my heart.
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Chapter Four
Adelita
Two years ago . . .
Before seeing him last night, hate toward him governed my every thought.
My every movement. Yesterday’s confrontation played on a loop in my mind.
Him hovering above me. The taste of him in my mouth: tobacco and smoke.
But seeing his father attack him last night in the hallway . . . seeing Tanner
standing there, refusing to fight back, had done something to that hate. It
had dulled it somehow. Started twisting it into something that felt like
sympathy.
minute I had seen him this morning, more contempt than usual seemed to
radiate off him toward me. His eyes were glacial as they met mine. His body
was more rigid when he was close to where I stood. And his lips were
tighter, like he was fighting back wicked words he wanted to throw my way.
And now I was trapped in this car with him, thanks to my father . . .
“Take Tanner with you tomorrow, Adela. Show him the people we provide
for, who have jobs because of us. The local people who make us who we
nodded to one another like it was a good idea. The factory workers. I was to
meet with the factory workers tomorrow, and the children in the village’s
school.
I didn’t look at Tanner, even though he was right across from me. I hadn’t
looked at him once since our presence had been requested at dinner. We’d
been left alone for most of the weeks they’d been here. It was pure bad luck
that tonight, after what had happened beside the pool and then in the
hallway, had been the night my papa wanted us all together. Everyone was
simply ignoring the state of Tanner’s face. Like he wasn’t sat with a bruised
and wounded face and bandaged hands. It seemed Papa and Governor
But they’d be back. And they’d be back soon. The deal was going to take a
lot longer to hash out.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Tanner spoke first. “I think it’s time I sat
leaving me out.”
Governor Ayers’s jaw clenched at Tanner’s request. I was surprised Tanner
was being so confrontational, especially since his bust lip and nose were
only a couple of hours old. “Nonsense,” he said curtly. “The deal is almost
his son a warning with his eyes. “Go with Adelita tomorrow. See the
anger seeped from his taut muscles . . . muscles that, only hours ago, had
“Then it’s settled,” Papa said. “Tanner will accompany you tomorrow
before he and his father leave. It will be good for you to see the people our
The sound of a car horn broke me from the memory of last night. My hand
the tension in the car was as thick as fog. Privacy glass separated me and
Tanner from Vincente and Marco. They wouldn’t hear a thing unless I
pressed the button and allowed them to. But I had nothing to say to Tanner
that needed to be kept out of earshot of my guards, and by the way he sat
far away, looking out of the window with a sour expression on his face, I
could tell he had nothing to say either. If he wanted to act like what I’d seen
last night hadn’t happened, I could play his game. What did it matter
anyhow?
All I could think of was of the way I’d slapped his cheek by the pool.
Pressed my lips to his to make him stop. To shut up the White Prince and his
only for a few seconds, but his mouth had taken control of mine.
I didn’t like it . . . I didn’t. I didn’t like the way he held me down. I was
The movement of his hand on his knee caught my attention. His hand was
fisted, as was mine. I risked another quick glance at his face and found him
watching me. I didn’t look away. I refused. I wouldn’t let him see that he had
been on my mind. That this Nazi prince had in any way affected me. That
last night, in the hallway, and at dinner, I had felt some kind of kinship with
him as his father beat him, as he pushed him out of the business he was
brought here to conduct. That I had seen that, like me, he was under the
My heart beat faster and faster the longer he looked at me. Needing to say
something, to break the stifling silence that had befallen the back of the
stretch town car, I said, “You will not be offensive to these people.”
Tanner’s eyes narrowed, the only tell that my order had pissed him off.
Good. His very presence pissed me off on a daily basis. The fact that he was
we were below him. But he, with his superior attitude and narrow-
I shifted to face him, relaxing my hand, masking the fact my pulse was
racing. “These people have it hard. You will not walk amongst them and
shame them. Shame them for being proudly Mexican and devoted to my
family. They are not from our world. They walk in the light, not in the dark.
They do not know of the Ku Klux Klan, know people who will hate them
before knowing them simply for being darker in skin.”
“I couldn’t give a fuck about them,” Tanner said, his voice unable to hide
“Get through this, Tanner Ayers, then you will soon leave this country you
detest.”
Tanner looked forward, away from me, but his eyes locked straight ahead
Tanner glared at him. Vincente’s gaze moved to me. I smiled, trying my best
to convince him that all was okay. When he put his attention back to the
whispered so as not to draw attention. I looked out at the fields that had
begun to peek though the thinning trees, just to avoid having to look at
good looking could make himself so repulsive by the hate that poured from
his blue eyes. I was brought up by the most ruthless cartel boss that had
ever graced Mexican soil. I was fully aware that the luxury I was awarded
came from money made from the blood of our adversaries. Of people with
drug addictions. It was life. It was my life. Tanner Ayers had walked a
similar path. Only his days consisted of hatred. Hatred for those who didn’t
fit into his perfect WASP box. And he loved his ideology so much that he
wore it on his skin for everyone to see. Symbols of hate and oppression.
What must it be to live with that level of hate in one’s heart? Was he even
had just felt for him again melted away with that one look . . . but then, for
a fraction of a second, his hatred fell, disappeared from his eyes, and his
frustrated breath.
a blazing fire. But then Tanner ripped his gaze from me and turned to look
back out of the window. I saw him breathing heavily and clenching his fists
My mind cleared the second the car stopped. A second car had followed
behind. More guards. My father had many enemies, and any trip out of the
heavily guarded hacienda was a risk. My father kept me safe, but sometimes
that safety was an iron cage. The trips to the village were one of my only
outlets.
Vincente got out of the car and opened my door. Tanner followed and
walked around the car to stand beside me. I had never been more aware of
his presence than I was right now. Since yesterday. Since he’d put his hands
on me. And I’d put mine on him. I regretted kissing him. I regretted giving
him any of my attention these past few weeks.
people reached for my hand in thanks. I hugged the children I saw each
week, listening to their stories of what they had been learning in school.
Money went to the teachers, the parents, and the elderly.
I looked behind me, wondering where Tanner had gone. He was standing
at the back of the crowd, watching. His arms were crossed over his wide
chest, his tight white shirt stretched over the heavy muscles. He wore a
scowl on his face, yet there was almost an echo of bewilderment in his
expression too. People stared at the large American who was covered in
ink. Some of the children even tried to speak to him. He ignored them. I had
expected nothing less.
He was silent, hanging at the back, as we walked through the factory, then
in the school. He didn’t say a thing the entire time. No slights or slurs.
Tanner just watched with fierce intensity. I had no idea what he was
thinking.
to him. He was watching the outside world go by. Dusk was falling, casting
the rolling golden fields in a shroud of orange light. “My favorite time of
the day,” I whispered. I saw him tense as I spoke. I didn’t care. I would
speak when I wanted to. I was Adelita Quintana. And I had a voice. I was
sick and tired of men telling me when I could and couldn’t speak. That my
thoughts and opinions did not matter in this world. “You may feel that we
Mexicans are nothing but the dirt on your so-called superior American
shoes, but you are wrong. We are people of integrity, hard work, and
family.” I pointed to the fields. “And even you, White Prince, cannot deny
the beauty of this Mexican sunset.”
Tanner exhaled and slowly turned his head to me. I saw the hunger in his
eyes the minute our gazes collided. I swallowed at the sudden thickness in
something crashed into us, feeling like a boulder smashing into a cliff and
sounding like thunder deafening the sky. The metal of the car crunched and
outside the car as we slammed into something that caused the car to stop
and our bodies to thrash against the seatbelts. Looking up, head spinning, I
saw blood on the glass that separated the front of the car from the back.
Panic cut through me.
“You okay?” A voice was trying to push through the heavy white noise
that was buzzing in my ears and the seemingly slow-motion visuals outside
the car. Gunshots fired in quick succession somewhere in the near distance.
Protecting me.
His blue eyes were looking into mine as he asked again, “Adelita? You
me safe. He had made sure I wasn’t injured as the car veered into the ditch
at the side of the road. Blood trickled from his nose and from a gash in his
head. He’d been hurt. Hurt protecting me.
the attackers, but my fear was quelled when I saw it was Vincente.
“Come, Lita. We need to get you to a safe house.” Another round of
gunfire sounded in the distance. My attention was drawn to the mass of red
blood on the panel of glass between the seats.
busy further down the road, but we need to get you out of here now while
we wait for backup. They are strong, and we don’t have enough men to keep
you safe.” Tanner pulled me out, keeping me by his side. I was scared, in
danger . . . yet I could only concentrate on how Tanner was keeping me
The way he looked at me. Just to remind myself he wasn’t a good man.
But then I replayed his father hitting him, and Tanner just letting him. Of
his words . . . Do you ever feel like your life is not your own . . .?
On Vincente’s command, one of the guards from the second car came over,
pulling me from my thoughts. “Get them to the safe house a few miles
north,” Vincente ordered. The guard nodded and, holding his gun high,
went to make sure the entrance to the forest was clear. Vincente addressed
me and Tanner. “Stay there until help arrives. There are supplies if this
takes time. An emergency phone to check in on the situation. Cameras to
flaring with adrenaline, the muscles in his neck tensing. My stomach fell at
the thought of him staying . . . I tried to push the stupid feeling away. Why
did I care if he joined the fight? My father’s guards would protect me.
Always had. Let the White Prince fight. Let him take on my father’s enemies
and risk his life for the sake of his pride.
Yet the sinking feeling in my stomach didn’t go, no matter how much I tried
to convince myself I didn’t care.
I shouldn’t care.
to the Klan heir on my watch, I would lose it. No help from you is worth
that.” Tanner gritted his teeth like he was going to argue, but when the
guard signaled for us to move, he cursed under his breath and dragged me
into the mouth of the forest. He yanked on my arm so strongly that I wasn’t
sure I’d keep up with him. He was pissed. I could see that. But pissed at the
situation? Or the fact he had to stay with me? If that was so, why protect
me? Unless it was so the deal wasn’t broken with my father . . . Was that his
motivation? Why did I care if it was?
We didn’t stop, instead diving deeper into the forest. My ankles strained
with every step I took; my shoes were not appropriate for hiking. But we
kept going . . . and all the time Tanner didn’t release my hand. I should have
been watching for threats, but instead I watched him as his eyes roved
around the forest, never letting down his guard. I knew he must have been
trained for this somehow. The way he was acting, it was like he knew how to
one of the many safe houses my father had around this land. My heart
raced, the fear of the attack leaving me reeling and on edge. As the
daughter of Quintana, this was not the first, or even the tenth attempt on my
life. But I never got used to it. And my mind was overwhelmed with the fear
and power my father possessed. I was always going to be the best leverage
for any of my father’s enemies. Everyone knew I was the Achilles’ heel of
Alfonso Quintana.
Time passed and darkness fell. The forest became thicker and thicker,
making it harder and harder to see. Still, Tanner never released me. His
hand in mine felt unyielding and strong. In a break in the tree-lined
darkness, I saw my almond skin against his tattooed white hand. The brief
slices of moonlight made them look not so different as Tanner believed.
My legs were tiring and the incline became steep. My arms were heavy, my
feet stumbling the more exhaustion set in, the more I lost energy. A twig
pained breath I realized something was wrong. A gap in the high tree above
let in enough moonlight for me to see blood trickling from his bicep.
“Tanner,” I whispered, just as the guard got to his feet and started firing.
Footsteps drew near. My heart beat faster as the attacker approached. And
then a gurgled sound came from the guard. Fear held me in its grip. My
then he lost strength and something like acceptance settled in his dark eyes.
Acceptance that he wasn’t going to survive. My chest tightened in sympathy.
In sadness.
“One more mile . . . that way . . .” the guard managed, pointing west. He
handed Tanner a key from his suit pocket. I could see the guard was dying;
his labored breathing echoed like cracks of thunder in the silent forest.
Tanner took the gun from the guard’s hand, then reached for me, pushing
me to hide in the nearby trees. He waited, like a statue, for the gunman to
betray his location. Breath held, I watched Tanner, heart firing in my chest.
In the area we were in, blood was everywhere, red blotting out the green of
the grass and trees. I could see the blood running down Tanner’s arm.
Blood had stained his face from the impact of the crash. His hands were
soaked in blood from the guard’s wound. I glanced at the guard to see his
eyes were closed and his chest no longer rose and fell.
The sound of rustling leaves came from opposite where I hid. Tanner didn’t
even wait to see what the attacker would do. He darted from the ground and
dived into the coverage of the trees. I froze, eyes wide as I heard the sound
of fighting. I tried to follow the brief flashes of arms and legs, until two
bodies came barreling from the bushes. I blinked, trying to focus. Tanner
was holding the attacker in his grip, a knife pressed to the man’s throat. The
attacker flailed, trying to get away, but Tanner held him tightly in his strong
arms.
“Tell me who the fuck you work for.” He yanked the attacker’s head up by
his hair.
The attacker smiled in defiance, his teeth stained with blood. It only
infuriated Tanner more. Taking the knife, he stabbed it into the attacker’s
shoulder. The man paled. Tanner pulled the knife out, put his mouth to the
man’s ear, and repeated, “Tell me who the fuck you work for.”
Noticing a pin on the attacker’s suit, I stepped out of the trees. The man’s
mouth curled in disgust as he saw me. I walked to him and met his eyes. I
flicked my gaze to Tanner to see a surprised expression flash across his
face. “Valdez,” I said and ripped the pin from his suit. I held it out to
Tanner, showing him the emblem that I knew all too well. “He works for
Valdez.” Valdez was my father’s biggest opponent. I wasn’t surprised this
was all due to him.
“You fucking bitch!” the attacker snarled. “You’re gonna die. The
Quintana family will all die—”
Before he could even finish the threat, Tanner sliced the knife across his
throat. Blood poured from the wound. I watched him die with a detached
fascination. I had grown up with threats and death and blood as part of my
life. The sight of death didn’t haunt me at night. These days, it barely
“You understood what he said?” I asked. Of course, the man had spoken
in Spanish. Tanner shook his head. I frowned. “Then why—”
“I didn’t like his motherfucking tone.” Tanner only held my questioning
gaze for a moment before he ducked his head and stepped away from me.
man spat his vitriol at me. I’d seen his muscles cord in his neck at the
aggression shown toward me . . . and I had seen that flash of rage in his ice-
blue eyes. In the blanket of the moon’s blue glow, I had seen Tanner kill in
anger . . . and it seemed as though he was pissed at the way the attacker
worse. I couldn’t make out much of his injury in this darkness, but I knew it
was bad. The gun was slung over his chest, ready to use at a moment’s
notice.
I replayed how he’d killed the attacker. How the man had submitted so
easily. It was no longer surprising to me that Tanner Ayers was the heir to
the Ku Klux Klan. And I knew that in years to come, when he took over,
anyone they deemed inferior was not going to be safe.
Tanner pushed through the thick foliage. He stopped dead, and I realized
we’d reached the safe house. I followed him as he quietly searched for the
door with his hands. It was pitch black, and the house was completely
hidden from view of anyone in the forest, on the road. My father’s safe
houses were always like that. Impenetrable. Fortresses hidden in plain
sight.
The sound of the door clicking open echoed off the surrounding tall trees. I
heard night birds scatter into the air. A cool breeze swept under my hair,
causing goosebumps to break out all over my body. I rubbed my arms,
I knew I should have been . . . but the ability to feel that emotion had long
gone from my soul.
I let him guide me into the safe house. The sound of the door closing
behind us echoed off the stone walls. Then there was silence. Only silence,
but for Tanner moving around. There were no windows. But there would be
cameras to scout for anyone who dared approach. Tanner must have been
familiar with this kind of setup. Maybe the Klan had these back in the US.
A dim lamp came on, illuminating the round room. My eyes adjusted to the
light, and I looked around. Tanner sat behind a few monitors that I guessed
were linked to the cameras outside. The blue tint from their screens shone
on his face. There was blood. Tanner’s face and chest were covered in
blood. And he was holding his arm that bore the bullet wound.
A few patches of non-bloodstained skin remained. I narrowed my eyes. He
looked pale. Tanner Ayers was as much a fortress as the safe house that
now protected us. But his clenched jaw showed his pain. And his wounded
to use one, don’t hesitate. You’re a good shot. One of the best.”
My father hung up. The meaning of his words was not lost on me. If
Tanner Ayers became a threat, I had his permission to kill him.
Tossing the cell to the table, I met Tanner’s eyes. His huge body looked too
heavy for the seat he currently occupied. His white shirt was soiled with
blood—I was sure it wasn’t the first time he’d had blood on his hands.
“Tomorrow,” I said as I kicked off my heels. “We’re stuck here tonight.” I
saw the brief flash of anger cross Tanner’s face. But then his eyes were back
on the screens. He only lasted two minutes before he glanced down at his
shirt. He ripped it over his head with his good arm.
He tossed the shirt across the room. I didn’t let myself look at his torso.
Instead, I took the bowl of water and rag from the desk. “Get up.” Tanner’s
nostrils were flaring and his wide tattooed chest was heaving with rage, or
whatever emotion he felt when I, a lowly Mexican, was so close. “You’re
covered.” I ran my finger down his face. My touch left a track mark on his
skin. I wiped the blood across his chest. Then I moved my hand to the
gunshot wound and pressed my finger, slowly and firmly, to the flesh.
has it been Mexican blood on this skin?” I tipped my head to the side,
watching the anger rise to redden his skin. “Blood like mine? Of my
people?”
Tanner lurched forward, catching me off guard. My words and breath were
cut off as he launched from the chair, hand around my neck, and drove me
back into the nearest wall. My back hit the concrete, but all I could see was
Tanner. See the dark tattoos of hate glaring at me, offending me. Then his
face was in mine.
“Why do you keep getting in the way? Why are you always fucking in the
way? Always here? Near me, with that fucking scent you always wear?”
His teeth were gritted, and his mouth was so close to mine. His grip on my
bare skin of his chest. The hand around my neck started shaking, his face
reddening. But I pushed harder. I kept speaking. Kept going. Kept pushing
the White Prince. Because now I’d started I couldn’t stop. This man ignited
the very blood that traveled through my veins. Made my heart race, not with
fondness, but with anger and hate and something that gripped hold of my
arteries and made me think of nothing but him and his tattoos and muscles
and the unreasonable hatred he held for me in his heart. Tanner’s breathing
was as heavy as mine. He shook. I shook. “Why did you kill the gunman
before we had a chance to interrogate him?” I pressed my forehead to his.
My breathing hitched as his warm flesh touched mine. “Because he insulted
me? Because he hated me? Because he wanted me to die?”
“You piss me off,” Tanner snarled, pushing closer. So close that no air
could pass between us. He could feel the heavy beating of my heart as much
as I could feel the pounding of his. And I could feel the heat from the words
he pushed out of his mouth. The lies that he so tragically wanted to believe
were true. “I fucking hate this country. Everything about it.” His fast,
anger-ridden breath splayed over my face. “But most of all, I hate you. You
more than anyone I’ve ever met. You repulse me.” Tanner’s nose moved up
my cheek, and I could barely breathe at the touch. “I hate your eyes, I hate
your face, I hate your body.” My body, which heated so much I felt like I
was on fire. I gripped his biceps, my nails stabbing into the already
bloodied flesh. “I hate that motherfucking smile.” Squeezing my neck
tighter, he hissed, “But most of all . . .” He took a deep breath. “Most of
all . . . I fucking hate that I want you so much.”
Tanner’s lips smashed to mine. They were hard and punishing and searing.
I moaned as his taste invaded my mouth—smoke and mint and leather. My
hands moved up his arms until they were hooked around the back of his
neck. I should have pushed him away, thrown him from me and found the
gun my father gave me permission to use. I should have pressed the barrel
over his heart and pulled the trigger, doing the world a favor by sending a
bullet through this devil man’s black-blooded heart.
Instead, I pulled him closer. I felt his muscled body next to mine. Felt how
hard he was under his jeans. “I fucking hate that I want these lips,” he
growled in between kisses, never once moving his mouth away, his lips
dragging across mine as he spoke. He kissed me again. “I hate that I want
this body.” Tanner pushed his tongue into my mouth. My tongue battled
against his as his thigh slid between my legs. I clawed at the bare skin of his
back. I needed to be closer. I wanted to crawl into him. I wanted to get
inside him until I possessed his very soul. “I hate that I want these tits.” His
ripped them from my body and tossed them to the floor. I had barely a
moment’s reprieve before his fingers were rubbing against my clit. A surge
of heat swept through my limbs until I felt like I was being burned alive. I
sank my fingers into Tanner’s skin as his body pinned me against the wall.
My eyes closed as his fingers worked me faster and faster. He thrust them
up inside me, and a long moan slipped from my mouth. Tanner’s chest on
mine kept me upright when my legs lost strength. But his fingers didn’t stop
plunging into me. They were relentless, he was relentless. I bit my lip as I
felt my orgasm build at the base of my spine. I flickered my eyes open to see
Tanner’s ice-blue eyes watching me, an expression on his face I’d never
seen before—hunger.
Insatiability.
Pure naked want.
take that he was still inside me, still pushing me and pushing me more than
I could take.
“Tanner . . . I can’t . . . I can’t take anymore,” I said. I reached down and
pushed his hand away. Tanner twisted his arm and in a second had my wrist
in his hand. I tried to pull it away, the anger that I had momentarily lost
igniting in my chest. “Let go,” I warned. My mouth tightened, then dropped
open as Tanner pushed my hand between my legs. I whimpered as my hand
touched my sensitive skin. My heart beat wildly. I didn’t know what he was
doing. But that look in his eyes, pupils blown and focused all on me, made
me want to keep going. Made me want to completely ruin the White Prince
of Texas for anyone else.
Tanner guided my fingers inside me, I gasped at the action, at the way he
“Get off me,” I hissed through gritted teeth. I loathed the way he was
watching me. I detested how he was making me feel—how my traitorous
body responded to his touch. Then Tanner pressed against me, and I felt
him. Felt how hard he was. I started shaking. My hands, my legs, my entire
body. “I said get off me, Nazi.”
Tanner smiled. The first smile I had ever seen him give. If I had been
breathing, the smile on his face would have robbed me of all air. But when
he licked his lips, licked off the taste of me, I broke. Yanking back my hand,
I struck Tanner across the face, slicing my palm across his stubbled cheek.
The sound of the slap ricocheted around the small room like thunder.
Tanner’s head snapped to the side, his face covered in blood and stubble
and fresh wounds. Slowly, so very slowly, he turned his head in my
direction. His ice-blue eyes locked on mine. They were deathly dark and
filled with something I couldn’t decipher—no, I could: it was hunger. A
know. Death, pain . . . or me. Every one of his muscles was pulled tight and
bulged with veins.
His fast breathing became all I could hear. His eyes all I could see. I
watched him, he watched me, the tension that was pulsing between us like a
One minute I was staring into his eyes, wondering if I would ever see
daylight again, the next Tanner’s hand moved to the back of my neck. His
large hand swamped it; I knew it wouldn’t take any effort to snap it in two.
My nails mirrored his and crawled up to his neck. I yanked his face closer
to mine. Tanner’s minty breath smothered me. His face was venomous as he
stared me down. His eyes offering pain and death and the promise that I
wouldn’t be leaving this safe house alive.
So I smiled. I smiled and watched his skin burn with rage. Heart racing
and pulse throbbing, I flicked out my tongue and softly licked along the
seams of his lips. I dug my nails into his neck to steady my shaking hands.
Tanner was stock still in front of me, his body like granite beneath my touch.
“I can taste myself on your lips, White Prince.” I laughed and caught his
the path my tongue had just made. I smiled wider, capturing his full
attention. “Mmm, Señor Ayers . . . it appears you like the taste of Mexican
pussy.” I moved my head forward until my face hovered just a fraction of an
Tanner froze. A tortured groan sailed from his lips as his grip tightened to
a threatening hold on my neck.
I wasn’t sure whose breath flowed faster. I wasn’t sure whose heartbeat
pounded faster. And I wasn’t sure who moved first, but one second we were
locked in a battle of hate and tension, and the next our mouths were
smashed together and our tongues met in a furious duel. All I could taste
was Tanner. All I could see and feel and breathe was him.
I scratched at his skin, feeling his erection pressing against me. And I was
on fire. My skin felt aflame, the room stifling, causing my dress to stick to
my skin. But that didn’t matter for long. I ground against Tanner, my body
taking control of my mind until I could no longer feel me, just us. Us
touching and kissing, and hating each other so hard that it was all-
consuming and suffocating and drawing out a need I had never felt in all
my life.
Tanner’s hand dropped from my neck and yanked down the straps of my
dress. The warm air kissed my skin as my breasts were bared to the room.
Tanner moved back and looked down at my chest, and my nipples hardened.
But a wave of insecurity wrapped around me as sure as the humidity
wrapped around the room. My confidence dipped as a flicker of reality
complete novice. But when Tanner growled low and insatiability shone in
his eyes, reality fled, and I reached down and ripped open his jeans. A
savage groan tore from Tanner’s throat, and he used his incredible strength
to lift me higher against the wall until his mouth was in line with my chest. I
nipple and his tongue started flicking over the flesh. Fireworks exploded
along my skin with every move of his tongue. My head fell back against the
wall and I wrapped my hands around Tanner’s shaved head, holding him
close so he couldn’t break away. His bare chest was scalding hot against my
skin, pressing against me so I didn’t fall from the wall. He was brute
needing to feel more. I didn’t care that I’d never been here before. Want and
dug my nails into his head, my pussy heating as he hissed, mouth full of my
breast.
My dress slipped from my waist and fell to the floor. Tanner froze, then,
keeping me pinned to the wall, gazed down at my naked body. His eyes
flared and fire passed through them, so hot he could have been the devil
himself. He lifted his head. Time suspended as our eyes locked. Something
seemed to pass across his face. A new kind of fight . . . No, acceptance.
Caught off guard by thoughts of what that look could mean, I allowed
Tanner to lower me to the floor. The world fell away until there was only me
and him and this place. Even through the heat of the room, a chill broke out
over my bare skin, making it bump. Tanner stepped closer and closer until
his presence wrapped around me like a blanket. His forehead dropped to
mine, and his breath was shaking. I caught my breath and closed my eyes.
The pace of his breathing was in sync with my heart. The silence was so
thick it stole the oxygen from the room . . . until Tanner rolled his head,
and this man who I should hate and despise yet let pin me and strip me and
taste my skin, I dropped the barriers that had forever kept me safe, and
whispered in return, “Tanner . . .”
mouth. His hands were everywhere, feeling every inch of my flesh. His
breathing was hard, as was his body as he pressed against me. Heart
pounding and in full control, I let the final thought of protest flee my mind.
And I attacked back. I dropped my hands to his jeans and pushed them
trepidation as I looked down and saw his length. It was long and hard. My
stomach rolled in nerves and I lost a few breaths. But when I wrapped my
throw back his head and hiss, a confidence I never knew I could feel settled
inside me.
I watched Tanner as veins corded in his exposed neck. His tight muscles
bulged as he held my arms. I worked my hand up and down, until I couldn’t
keep just watching anymore. I licked along his neck, the taste of his skin
making me moan. That was all it took for Tanner to lift me against the wall
again, bringing my feet off the ground. His eyes on mine were hard and
strong, with a determination I’d never seen in him before. Seeing him so
wild and undone was all I needed to wrap my legs around him and bring my
mouth to his. Tanner dominated my lips and tongue, groaning as my legs
wanted in his gaze . . . what he was asking. “Yes,” I whispered and nodded
my head. “Yes . . .”
Tanner immediately pushed against my entrance and slammed inside me in
one hard thrust. His desperation was apparent by his long, guttural groan. I
screamed as I flung my head back and a white-hot pain shocked through
me. Tanner tucked his head into my neck, and I clawed at his skin. My eyes
squeezed shut as he moved faster and faster within me. He filled me too full.
were relentless, thrusting into me so hard and fast that the pain I had felt
diminished into fragmented shivers of pleasure. The moans and groans
being stolen from our throats blended into a symphony that made an opera
theater of the small barren safe house.
At the sound of a cry dripping from my lips, Tanner lifted his head from the
rolled my hips against his, chasing the climax that I felt building inside me.
Tanner moved faster and harder until my head fell back and I was
overtaken by him. By this moment and the bliss that rolled through me as
Tanner groaned, then thrust into me one last time, emptying himself inside
me. His heavy breath washed over my shoulder, causing shivers to trickle
down my spine. Our skins were slick and damp and covered in the blood
that had been on Tanner’s arms and chest.
But I didn’t care. As I caught my breath, Tanner still hard inside me, I held
tightly on to him as the room regained its stifling thick silence. But my heart
didn’t stop racing. It couldn’t calm as the adrenaline died and the fact that I
had been with Tanner hit home. I’d had sex with the infamous White Prince
of Texas. For all intents and purposes, an enemy of the Quintana cartel.
And Tanner Ayers, from the moment we had met, had been nothing but an
adversary of mine.
Yet here we were. The princess and the prince of opposing kingdoms,
shoulders—I wouldn’t let him see me nervous, though I was shaking like a
dying fall leaf inside. Tanner’s face was streaked with blood. And as I
dropped my eyes to his arm, an arm that was now shaking, I saw the bullet
a deep red from my slap, and he had nail marks all over his arms and neck
his mouth. I needed him to speak. Instead, he lifted one of his hands and
brought it slowly to my face. His jaw was clenched, his teeth gritted. I held
soft gesture. As though he couldn’t take away his hand, he trailed it down
my cheek, my neck, then over my breasts until his hand fell away and
dropped by his side. His eyes had tracked the entire path.
were going. I was solely focused on him. Focused on his face, on my racing
heart, on trying to understand what had just happened.
The sound of water finally made me look up. Tanner had brought us into
the small bathroom. Steam began to rise from the shower. We stepped under
the spray, letting the water rinse the blood from our bodies, me still in
Tanner’s arms. He put me down, then took the soap from the rack and
started washing my skin. I let him, my heart in my throat at the sight of this
man—this man I had fought with for weeks—taking care of me. He kneeled
stepped back, suddenly awash with embarrassment. But Tanner didn’t let
me move. He kept tight hold of my leg. His face was stern, and there was
tension in his eyes.
I held my head high. Tanner stared at me, the shower washing away the
blood to reveal his face, the one I was sure was now imprinted in my brain.
I couldn’t read what was going through his mind, but he pulled me closer
again and delicately, almost reverently, began washing between my legs.
My stomach flipped, but I pushed the feeling away. I wouldn’t allow myself
to be too drawn in to this man. I had to stop any emotion rooting its way
into this moment.
Tanner stood and looked down at me. I didn’t want him to say anything. I
didn’t want to have a conversation about what I knew was on his mind, so,
“My turn,” I said in a betraying fragile voice. Taking the soap from his
hand, I moved it to his chest and started cleaning away the blood. This
close I could see each of the tattoos in detail. So many tattoos of hate and
prejudice drowning his skin. I couldn’t imagine harboring a hate that deep.
It must consume his soul. Rip the joy from his life and darken any light or
happiness that tries to push through. I ran the soap over his chest, his abs,
and his stomach, and I saw them. Felt them. Scars. Tanner had scars
everywhere, routes of raised skin like road maps under the tattoos that hid
them from view. I didn’t show that I was aware of them. Instead I kept
cleaning his body. And the more I cleaned, the more scars I discovered.
Most were on his back and chest. Places where most people would not have
seen them. I didn’t need to wonder who had given them to him. After what
I’d seen in the hallway last night, I knew it must have been his father. I
knew in my heart it was him. Tanner had stood there, a grown man, and let
his father beat him. That had to come from years of being conditioned to do
The wave of sympathy that crashed over me in that moment gutted me.
Invisible hands took hold of my heart and squeezed it like a vise, an iron
grip. I sneaked a peek at his face, at the stony expression he wore, eyes
focused as he watched me clean him—my sympathy for him only deepened.
looks and personality. He had been made into this—the epitome of a hateful
man. Bigoted. Racist, capable of evil things. Carefully molded by his father
gentleness he had toward me, I let myself wonder—if only for a fleeting
moment—if there was someone else inside of him. The promise of the man
he could have been if not for the Klan’s conditioning. If there was a man
who could love and laugh and feel . . . if there was a man who could share
the rabbit hole I had found myself falling down. “All clean.” Tanner
reached over me and turned off the shower. He wrapped a towel around me,
and I had to close my eyes to rid myself of the butterflies that had started to
awkward, cloying. Unable to take the tension, I said, “Come.” I held out my
hand, waiting for what Tanner would do. I could see, as clear as day, the
war on his face as he stared down at the simple offer of my touch as though
it were an open flame. I was about to lower it, burned, when, with a long
sigh, he reached out and slipped his large calloused hand into mine. The
first touch felt so warm, warmer still when his fingers entwined with mine
releasing his hand, I busied myself with getting the first aid kit together
from where it had spilled over the desk and floor earlier. My skin heated
again just from recalling how he’d pushed me back against the wall and
kissed me . . . then took me . . .
Tanner didn’t even flinch when I pressed a cotton ball covered in peroxide
to his wound. But he did turn his head from the monitors to watch me. I
didn’t like the silence, or the weight of his stare and what it did to the
shrugged. “Before he got older and decided his paid but loyal men should
do his dirty deeds for him.” I dried the clean skin around the wounds. “It
looks like the bullet went straight through.”
young. I didn’t feel it. “This life . . .” I said. “It makes you older than your
Repeating the same process with the exit wound, I nodded at the screens.
“You seem to be familiar with all of this.”
Tanner’s face was stone, but after a few tense seconds he said, “I was in
the army. Communications.” I lifted my head to find him already watching
me. Things started to make sense. It was how he was so stealthy in the
forest. And how he knew to apprehend that man and kill him so efficiently.
“When did you get out?”
“A while ago.”
we are collected.”
I went to the closet where my father kept emergency clothes and took out a
shirt and sweatpants for Tanner, and smaller versions for myself. In the
bathroom, I put on the clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I blew out
a breath and checked myself over. I had stopped bleeding, at least. But I
was sore.
I couldn’t seem to regret what I’d done. That it had been Tanner Ayers who
had been my first. I was too tired and confused to even contemplate why
that should be the case, why I wasn’t chastising myself for my stupidity.
to the screens. The gun he had taken from our attacker lay beside him. The
emergency clothes were too small for his big frame, but they’d have to do.
I walked toward him. Tanner noticed me only when I was right in front
him. I slipped into the small bed beside him and felt him tense. I lay down,
staring up at the concrete ceiling.
face, I said, “Because I knew you’d stop if I did.” Tanner rolled over and
met my eyes, searching for something in their depths. I took a deep breath
and whispered, “And I wanted you.” I challenged him with a hard stare. I
wouldn’t be made to feel like a child. I made my decision. It was my body,
and my choice to make. It was one of the only choices I’d ever been given
the chance to make.
forward and wrapped his hand in my wet hair. He shifted his body over
mine and kissed me. But this kiss was unhurried . . . and it scared me more
than anything had in a very long time. I was the daughter of the biggest
cartel boss in Mexico, maybe the world, had threats against my life every
single day. Fear was a constant in my life, so much so that fear to me felt
like a low hum rather than an electric shock. But Tanner Ayers, the Ku Klux
Klan heir, kissing me with this much feeling and affection . . . it was the
Because I felt it. I felt it all. All the right in this wrongful act. Felt his soft
lips on mine, his mint taste on my tongue, and his heavy, scarred body
holding me down.
The kiss grew and grew until Tanner had taken my shirt over my head and
pulled my pants off my legs. When he was naked again too, I placed my
hand on his cheek and, needing some sense of self-preservation, said, “You
leave tomorrow.” Tanner looked away across the room at nothing, then
nodded. “I am Mexican. You are KKK. You know we cannot mix.” Tanner
gritted his teeth, but he nodded again. “Our fathers would kill us if they
knew.” His expression was furious—I wasn’t sure if it was at that truth, my
words, or the fact that he was here, willingly touching and sleeping with a
Tanner’s hand skirted along my cheek, and my heart beat faster like the
turncoat it was around this forbidden man. His hand journeyed to my neck,
then toward my breast. Before his fingers could reach their destination, I
caught his wrist in my hand. Tanner’s tortured gaze collided with mine. The
hunger I saw there, more heightened and intense than before, was my
Tomorrow you’ll be gone, and when our paths cross again they will be for
business only. That should give you enough time to forget you ever betrayed
your race for one night with me.” The truth of the words stung.
then I told myself that it was good that I had—Tanner would never forgive
himself for this perceived act of weakness. I would be a chink in the Klan
knight’s armor. One he could never repair. It gave me a sick kind of pleasure
to know that I, a Mexican woman, had weakened him enough to abandon
his beliefs and take me. That once hadn’t been enough.
But the truth was . . . I wanted him. Titles and families aside. Right now, I
wanted this man. I couldn’t explain the madness of that truth, but it was the
then brought his lips to mine. Like before, they were desperate, as if he was
more than aware, just as I was, that our time was finite. And he took me. He
took me over and over again through the night, until we were retrieved the
next day and the Ayerses left for America.
Tanner Ayers fucked me knowing exactly what that night was—the only
night a white prince and cartel princess could have each other. No race, no
culture, no hate, no business. Just two bodies, joining as one. But then it
was over. And he was gone . . . until two months later, when he returned . . .
*****
Present day . . .
“Lita?”
voice, I took in a deep breath and blinked away the tears that were
threatening to fall. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of that first night
with Tanner. The night that changed it all. “Lita?” Charley said again. This
Turning, I tried to smile at my best friend, but I could see she saw through
the cracks. She took my hands and guided me off the pedestal that Carmen
had set up before the mirror. The train of the dress followed behind me.
Charley sat on my couch. I sat down too and wiped my tears. “I’m being
pathetic,” I said and laughed. “I have no idea what is wrong with me.”
“It’s me, Lita. You don’t have to be Adela Quintana right now. I know
you. You can cry because you’re apprehensive. You don’t have to be the
to someone other than Luis, who I felt had, in a way, turned against me. At
least, he thought it was unwise to still hold on to hope for Tanner and me.
But I couldn’t stop. No matter if all was lost, I would never give up on us.
world there weren’t many women like that. She was going to be my
to see you?”
I nodded. He had been two hours ago to tell me how proud he was. Your
mother would have been so proud of you, Adela. So proud . . . like me.
father had left, Diego had been by too, the excitement for tomorrow clear in
his eyes. I can’t wait to have you tomorrow, Adelita. To have you under
me . . . finally.
“I’m tired,” I said and sighed. Charley knew I was lying. But mercifully,
“I’m sure,” I said. “But thank you. I . . . I just need to be alone.” With a
tight hug, Charley went to leave my room. “Charley?” I called. She turned.
“Could you make sure no one else disturbs me until morning? That they
come in. I walked back to the mirror and gazed at myself in the dress. And I
imagined it all differently. I imagined it was Tanner I would meet at the end
of the aisle. I imagined it was his face that would watch me walk toward
him.
I turned away from the mirror and lay down on my bed. Closing my eyes,
I let the tears fall. I let the salty drops fall onto the lace of the dress, my pain
Hours ticked by, and darkness enveloped the room. My eyes felt bruised
from the tears I had shed. My eyelids had started to fall, sleep closing in,
when I heard a clicking sound from the hidden door in my wall. The door
was . . . “Mi amor?” I whispered. Hope and fear mixed into one heady
cocktail as I felt a warm draft dance over the exposed skin on my back.
Warm air from the open hidden door.
Someone was behind me. They were silent, but I felt them there. My
hands fisted into the sheet beneath me. “You came,” I whispered, feeling
my chest swell with relief. “You came for me before it was too late.”
Only silence followed. Taking a deep breath, I turned on the bed, just as
muffling any noise. Instinct kicked in, and I started fighting back against the
intruder. I kicked out my leg, hitting him in the stomach. I hit his muscled
arms with my fists. Pure fear made me sink my nails into his skin, clawing
and clawing, tying to throw him off. But with every kick and punch I felt
my muscles getting weaker, losing strength. My neck. He’d injected
something into my neck. Panic, thick and deep, surged through my veins.
But I had nothing left in me to fight with. Black spots danced in my eyes,
blurring my vision. My kidnapper picked me up and headed for the secret
tunnel. The last thing I saw was the reflection in the large wall mirror: a
man dressed in black leather, carrying me, a stolen bride, away into the
night . . .
Styx
pull through.
Ash sat on the couch, playing poker with Zane and Slash. The three
Just as I set foot out of the cabin, my cell rang. “We have her.” AK’s voice
came through the loudspeaker, so Ky could hear and respond.
“Good. Now, get the fuck back. And don’t hesitate to take out any assholes
that get on your tail. We need that cartel slut back here,” Ky said. “We have
Diablos and some of our other chapters near every check-in point. You
don’t call to say you’re good, they’ll be there. If this war goes to the road,
the real fucking war will start. You ready for this, Prez?”
The fire that war always sparked in me flared to life. “B-born ready.”
Ky punched my arm, smiling his fucking Hollywood smile. Prick was
stop the adrenaline from surging at the thought of taking some of these Klan
blade.
As we walked to Ky’s truck, Viking and Rudge were by the fire pit outside
the Psycho Trio’s cabins. Viking had a bloody nose. Both of them were bare
chested. Rudge smiled at us, his knuckles red from where he’d clearly
smashed Viking in the face. These assholes were tapped in the head.
“Foreplay?” Ky asked, leaning against the truck. “If so, wait until I’m gone
before you bend Vike over, Rudge.”
“Hey!” Vike said, licking the blood from his lip. “Why would I be the
bottom?”
Ky stared at Vike, assessing him. “Just get that vibe from you, brother.”
I wondered if the red giant would argue back, but he just shrugged and
tossed another log on the fire. Nothing ever affected the fucker. “Rudge is
“This?” Vike wiped his nose. “Nah, just let the wanker get in a few for
luck.” Vike said “wanker” in a British accent. The guy was a total damn
train wreck. “Besides, I get off on being hit.” He winked at us. “Like the
rough stuff, you know? It’s no fun if blood and punches ain’t involved.”
“You speak the gospel, brother.” Rudge started shadow-boxing around Ky.
Ky glared at him out of the corner of his eye, then quickly swiped out and
knocked the fucker to the ground. Rudge, being as unstable as he was, just
laughed, his teeth covered in blood from his own now-split lip. I smirked,
slapping my best friend on the back. Rudge jumped to his feet.
sure my VP was gonna kill the fucker on the spot. Then, laughing, Rudge
moved back to Vike, and the giant ginger threw his arm around his neck.
“Your prez not calling you back to London town?” Ky folded his arms.
Rudge put his hand over his Union Jack tattoo. “Ky, my brother, my mate,
“Seriously, you can. In fact, I’ll buy your fucking plane ticket if you just
death in his eyes. “My prez told me to take all the time I needed over here
over his chin. “Just mulling shit over right now, but I’m getting a good feel
for Hangmen HQ here in good ol’ Texas.” His face turned serious. “I think
you guys need some Barnaby Rudge in your lives. Reckon it’d be dull as
“Yes!” Vike shouted, jumping on Rudge from behind and taking him to
the floor. I grabbed Ky by the collar of his cut and made him get in the
truck, ignoring the fucking idiots punching each other’s faces in celebration
spat. We were silent on the way back to my cabin. Kept my cell near just in
from AK and the rest of the brothers. When I walked through the door, I
couldn’t see Mae anywhere. “Mae?” I shouted, kicking off my boots and
grabbing a beer from the fridge. There was food on the stove, so I knew she
I checked every room until I found her in the back room we never used. It
was just full of junk, and a bunch of club shit I inherited when my old man
took the trip to the boatman. A familiar-looking trunk was open, and Mae
was curled up on a dusty old chair, reading some kind of leather-backed
book. “Styx!” Her hand flew to her chest. “You scared me.”
Leaning down, I gripped her hair and took her mouth. As always, my bitch
melted into me. She tasted of chocolate. I broke away, took a sip of my
Guilt flashed in her wolf eyes. “Don’t be mad.” She rubbed her stomach. It
was huge now. My kid was big, if the doc Mae was seeing had it right. Mae
was only small. I wasn’t sure how she was gonna get our kid out. My chest
either of them kept me awake at night. “But I decided to clean out this
room. Apparently it is called nesting. Getting ready for the baby.” She
rubbed her stomach again. “Anyway, I found this trunk and started looking
what was in it. There seemed to be about twenty different trunks and boxes
in this room.
Mae went to get to her feet. I held out my hand and helped her up off the
chair. She laughed, and the fucking sound of it was still the best thing I’d
ever heard. I pulled her close and put my hand on her stomach. Just as I did,
Charon moved around. I couldn’t help but smirk. “He knows his papa
already.” Mae’s head fell to my chest. She looked up at me, and her lip
after . . . after she died. Her journals go up until she came back here.
Including the ones written after she had run away . . .” Right up until my
pop shot her in the fucking head in front of me, I wanted to say, but I held
then. Recognized the old brown leather and her faded name on the front.
But then my veins frosted with ice. I didn’t want to know a thing more
about that slut. I’d forgotten I still had the trunk. Hadn’t thought of my
mama in years. And if I ever did, I fucking rid myself of the memory
But looking at that trunk, I remembered it. Remembered how I’d hidden it
after she’d been shot. Sneaked it away from my old man so he wouldn’t
find it.
“B-burn them,” I said. Mae’s head shot up. Her mouth was parted in
“River.” Mae shook her head disapprovingly. Her voice soft, she added,
“She was your mother.”
I stepped back. Mae’s hands fell from my waist. Anger fucking ate at my
stomach, and I had to breathe deeply just to calm the fuck down. “No. Sh-
she wasn’t. She f-fucking left me for the D-Diablos. She didn’t give a f-
Mae’s eyes filled with tears. “She did, River.” Mae picked a journal up off
the top of the trunk and brought it over to me. “If you read them, I think you
Mae’s huge fucking wolf eyes locked onto mine, and some of my anger
faded. “B-babe,” I said, and pushed my hand through her hair. I stepped
closer, but I stopped when I got to the bump. It was now so big I couldn’t
get my wife as close to me as I wanted. “I d-don’t give a shit a-about that
wh-whore.” I grabbed the journal from her hand and held up the tattered
pages. “And y-you sh-shouldn’t either.”
I tossed it to the trunk, then kissed Mae on the mouth and backed away to
go into my office.
man.” I believed it. I fucking did. But I knew it wasn’t entirely true. Fuck, I
killed whoever got in my way, and felt fuck-all emotion over it. I ran this
club with an iron fist, and I had no problem killing anyone who turned
against it. But I had Mae. And my asswipe of a father never gave a shit
about anyone but himself. Hell, he shot my mother one minute, and the next
slapped me on the back and went to the bar so he could sink his dick into
the slut he’d told to wait there for him while he did so.
Taking Mae’s cheeks in my hand, I stared into her eyes. She looked
fucking scared. Mae tried to dip her head, but I didn’t let her. “Wh-what?”
Mae released a deep breath. “She had you in the middle of a war.” My
fucking stomach fell as Mae’s eyes filled with tears. “She had the same
fears I do.” Her shoulders sagged, then whispered, “Of losing you. Of being
killed herself, being a target . . .” She held her stomach, lip trembling. “Of
them coming for Charon . . . of us losing each other. Of not having the life
we’ve dreamed of for so long.” Mae swallowed. Her face had gone white.
She was fucking shaking. It fucking cut me in half to see her this way. “I
just feel . . . I just feel that since we found each other again, there has been
so much happening. Helping my sisters find freedom, the threats to the
club, and now this war.” Mae’s breathing hitched, and she rubbed her
stomach, where she kept our son safe. “Now that we have Charon, I feel
fear so much more strongly now. We have more to lose. I can’t bear the
thought of anything happening to him . . . to any of us.”
Untapped rage rushed forward as I thought of anything like that
happening. “N-no one will touch you. Either of you. I-I’ll f-fucking k-kill t-
speak. How the fuck could I assure Mae that nothing would happen to her
when I couldn’t even speak?
“Shh.” Mae put her hand on my cheek. “I love you, River Nash. But more
than that, I trust you. I know you would never let anyone hurt us. You’re a
Out of everything Mae said, that was the one thing that hit me. Because
the truth was, I was like my father—Shade “The Reaper” Nash. I was like
him in so many ways . . . and he was a shitty dad. What the fuck did I have
to offer a kid? What—
“You are not him, and you are too good to treat your son as he did you.” I
stared at the fucking conviction in Mae’s eyes and let go of some of the
poison in my veins. But a trace always remained. Because neither of my
parents had given two shits about me. I was about to be a dad, and the only
references I had were a prick who beat me and a slut who left me with a
man she fucking despised. What the hell did that say about her? About
either of them?
“I never knew I could love anyone the way I love him. I didn’t believe it
was possible. Dark brown hair, chubby cheeks, and perfect lips. Right now
he has dark blue eyes that I could stare into for days, but I know that color
can change.” I turned my head, confused as to what Mae was talking about.
Then I realized. She was reading aloud from the journal. My heart kicked
pollute him. At least not yet.” Mae’s voice wavered, and I had to swallow a
fucking lump that was building in my throat. “Is it normal to be unable to
ever look away from your child like this? To want to shield him from all the
bad, and only give him the good? Because I must do that. Whatever it takes,
I will protect him and keep him safe. My baby, my River . . . my baby boy
who now owns my whole heart, will be safe from this life. From his father.
I have to find a way . . .” Mae wiped at her cheeks while I stood in the
hallway like a statue. Mae looked at me. “She loved you, Styx. She loved
you so much that on some of the pages the ink is smudged from where
she’d been crying as she emptied her heart into the journal.”
sixteen when she first met your father. He was thirty-two. He got her
pregnant not long afterward. She was a lost soul. Had run away from
home.” My jaw clenched. I didn’t want to hear this. I knew shit about my
mother, and never wanted to know. She went to the boatman when I was
ten, but left me long before that. Of course, that didn’t stop Mae. She just
fucking barreled on like she’d barreled into my life. Bitch was the only one
who I’d let get away with this shit. Mae’s hand pressed against my face.
“She ran away from home when she couldn’t take any more of the abuse.” I
froze. Mae’s expression fell to one of sympathy. Because my old lady knew
what abuse felt like, had the scars on her thighs to prove it. Of course, there
were all kinds of abuse. She must have seen that question in my eyes.
“Sexual abuse, Styx. Abuse like I endured.”
My hands fell away from Mae, and I had to step back. My fingers curled
into fists and my jaw clenched. “It was her older brother,” Mae said. I
closed my eyes and just tried to fucking breathe. I may have been a stone-
cold killer, one of the most lethal Hangmen to ever wear the Dark Lord on
his cut, but this club didn’t tolerate that shit. In fact, I’d rip the rancid cock
Especially after Mae . . . after seeing what she and her sisters went
through. What it did to them, how it fucking destroyed them for most of
mother was only nine.” Mae took a deep breath. “Styx . . . she was only
eight when he raped her for the first time. Her older brother. He was
sixteen.” I saw that look in Mae’s eyes, the one that showed pain and . . .
fuck . . . sympathy, because she knew exactly what that felt like. She’d been
eight too when that bastard Brother Jacob had raped her in that joke of a
cult.
“M-Mae.” I shook my head and picked up my beer from the table next to
me. I downed it and tossed the bottle in the trash. “St-stop.”
Mae’s shoulders sagged. She held that fucking journal against her chest
like she was scared I’d toss it in the fire if she let it go. She was right. I
would. I didn’t wanna know shit about my mother. A shitty life was no
excuse for leaving me behind for the Diablo prez. Fuck, I had to work
alongside Chavez most days now. It was his old man my mother had
shacked up with.
Ky: Not yet. But we’ll no doubt hear the alarm come morning when
Quintana realizes the bride has been taken.
The email intercepted by Chavez and Shadow, explaining what the cartel
planned to do to us in an attack, lay on my desk. I looked down, and I felt
like punching the fucking wall when I read the section that had stood out to
me.
Take the mute’s slut of a wife and unborn kid and sell them to the contact.
They’ve been looking for someone like her. But make the mute watch her
being beaten to within an inch of her life before you slit his throat and burn
that fucking club to the ground. Nazis are taking too long as always. We’ll
kill them in one quick attack.
My heart slammed in my chest as I tried to calm the fuck down. I reached
for a smoke and the Beam that I kept in my desk drawer. I took a long drag.
The python in my throat was like a vise, choking me the fuck out. I shut my
eyes, but all I could see was Mae in some Mexican’s arms, Charon in her
belly, as she was kicked to shit. And me, held back by the cunts, unable to
do a fucking thing about it.
I pushed back from the desk and marched to the living room. I stopped in
the doorway. Mae lay asleep on the couch, with that journal open on her
chest. Moving her shoulders, I sat down and laid her head on my knee. My
hand trailed through her hair. Still as long as it ever was. Still just as black.
My own fucking Persephone.
She only got more beautiful by the day.
Mae’s stomach shifted. I reached out and laid my hand over her dress, my
lips hooking into a smile when I felt my son kick my hand again. I exhaled
a long breath as my hand moved upward and landed on the journal. I stared
at that leather book like it was a fucking grenade.
“Get the fuck in here, Mute,” my pop said. He walked back into his office.
see a slut in the corner of the room. She’d been beaten up. She had blood on
her face and was crouched on the floor. “River?” she whispered. My
stomach rolled at the sound of my real name.
of a mama.”
My eyes widened as shock cut through me. “Mama?” I wanted to say, but
my throat wouldn’t work. I couldn’t fucking speak!
“Kid’s still a retard. Actually . . .” My pop laughed. I couldn’t stop looking
mama, whose eye was closed with bruising. “Like I said, he’s still a retard.
Can’t speak for shit. But it got worse when you left.” I glared at my pop. I
fucking hated him at times. He smiled at me. Sometimes I wanted to punch
him so hard. “You made him st-st-stutter. My fucking heir to this kingdom,
nothing more than a useless little mute cunt. Who the fuck is ever gonna be
scared of him? How the fuck will he ever lead my Hangmen when I’m
gone?” My pop shrugged. “The fucker takes after you. Weak-as-piss
retard.”
“River.” My mama reached out for me. I felt my throat getting thicker, and
tears built in my eyes. But I couldn’t cry. Pop would beat me if I dared cry.
In a second my pop was off his chair and gripping my mama’s hair. He
yanked her to her feet. Mama screamed, but Pop didn’t care. “She left you,
kid. Don’t let her crawling on her slut knees, calling you by that piece-of-
shit name she gave you, fool you. She fucking left you for a Diablo.” I
frowned. We didn’t like the Diablos. They hated us and we hated them. My
pop told me that one day soon he was gonna catch one and give me my first
kill. He said that another war with them was coming. It hadn’t been long
since the last one ended.
“River,” my mama said. “I can explain, baby. I’ve come back for—”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Pop punched my mama in the stomach. Her legs
buckled, but Pop’s hold on her hair kept her upright. Pop looked at me
again. “She left you, kid. She chose her new man over us. She’s back now
because he saw through her pathetic shit and doesn’t want her anymore.
Or . . .” He turned her and slapped her across the face. I stepped forward,
ready to stop him, but Pop smiled at me over her shoulder. I knew that look
on his face. I didn’t dare move anymore. My heart was beating so fast, and
all I wanted to do was rip her out of his arms and run away. “Or have you
the trigger. My eyes snapped shut as the bang thundered around the room.
When I opened my eyes again, Mama was on the floor, blood pouring from
her head. But her hand was still stretched out in my direction, and her eyes
were open . . . and looking right at me.
using us to get in further with the Diablos. She’s going to the boatman with
no coins on her eyes. She can wander lost for eternity. It’s what the whore
deserves.” My pop slapped me on the back, then left the room. I stared at
my mama until the prospects came in to move the body. I stared at her blood
And I hated her for going off with Sanchez. I hated her for leaving. But
most of all, I hated her for not loving me enough to stay . . . or at least take
me with her . . .
Mae shifted, snapping me from the memory of that day, and moved closer
brain as the memory I’d tried to forget still played on a loop in my head.
Doubt was starting to creep up my back. Had she come back for me? Had
she come to take me from Pop and all the shit he put me through?
Mae sighed. “I love you, River.”
I didn’t mean to start reading. But I did. With Mae in my lap and our boy
in her belly, I read about the woman I’d always been told was nothing more
than a slut, a shitty excuse for a mother.
Shade Nash was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. The minute I saw
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Chapter Six
Tanner
“Shit, darlin’. You’re making me nervous with all that leg twitching and
hand rubbing. You okay?” Beauty pointed her knife at me over the table.
“Don’t even try to tell me my brisket ain’t good, because then I’ll know
you’re a liar, Tanner Ayers. And I don’t tolerate liars.”
Tank raised his eyebrows at his woman. “All the boys?” he said dryly.
Beauty tapped Tank’s cheek with her red-taloned finger. “You know I
weren’t no virgin before you came riding into my life, darlin’. So yeah, a
few boys have tasted my brisket . . . ” She leaned closer to my best friend.
“And they fucking loved the taste . . . as do you.” Beauty got up from the
table, winking at me before getting us some more beers from the fridge.
“Tann?” Tank asked. “You thinking of Adelita?” His head tipped to the
side as he watched me. Tank sighed. “Tann. Fucking speak. Fucking say
something! How the fuck are you still not telling me a thing?”
“She’ll know by now. She’ll know her cousin has been taken.”
my face. I wasn’t so sure she would understand. Tank didn’t know Adelita.
She’d be pissed at me. Pissed I didn’t stop it. But what the fuck else was I
supposed to do?
“You not feeling the club anymore?” Tank asked quietly. “You’re not
My stomach fell. “Fuck no.” I meant every word. Of course, I wasn’t sure
how the rest of my brothers felt about me and Adelita. Didn’t know if Styx
still wanted me around after I kept this from him. “I’m good,” I said. Tank
It’s the first time I’ve ever felt like I belong somewhere. Everything else in
my life has gone to shit. But I want in this club. Never fucking doubt that.”
Tank stared at me for a bit too long. But then said, “They’re almost home.
Clean retrieval.”
But I knew Quintana. He’d be losing his shit, and no doubt planning on
bringing hell to the Hangmen’s door. I could only imagine Adelita. The
fucking fire that lived in her igniting over this. How that fuck Diego would
use it as the excuse he needed to truly bring the force of the Quintana
family to Texas.
“You know—” Tank started to say, when suddenly our cells went off. I
ripped mine from my pocket and read the text. “They’re back.” Tank got to
his feet, went over to Beauty, and kissed her. “Gotta go to church, beauty
queen.”
Beauty slapped Tank’s ass as we walked out. “Gonna go see Mae.” Tank
waved over his shoulder, and we jumped on our bikes. My heart pounded as
I tore up the few miles of road between Tank’s place and the club. The gates
were open, the prospects waving us through. The second I parked up, I was
off my bike and gunning it to church. I stood at the back of the room and
When the door was closed, Ky spoke. I held my breath as he looked each
of us in the eyes. Then he smiled. “We got her.” The brothers nodded their
“This means war is imminent, right? Actual tearing fuckers apart?” Rudge
said from next to Vike and Bull. Bull’s eyes were fixed on Ky. Fuck,
everyone’s were. “I feel the need to cut up some cartel flesh,” Rudge added.
Styx hands started to sign. “We’re gonna let the fucker stew for a while.
Left no trace it was us.” Ky paused as Styx’s hands stopped. Styx looked at
me. “Tanner said no one knew about those tunnels.” Styx’s lip curled in a
sort of smirk. “They might question if it was us.” He sat back. “But they’ll
question the Klan more. They would know we got no way to know those
underground getaways. And let’s just say Shadow was good at laying a trail
that might lead them back to Governor Ayers’s door.”
take on the cartel and the Hangmen. Then I pushed him from my head. I
had to let that shit go. Beau wasn’t the brother I used to know. If he fell
under the cartel, then that was the way it had to be. But the pain in my chest
never left.
“And the cartel slut-bride?” Cam, a member of the Frisco chapter, asked.
Styx lifted his hands. “She’s in the warehouse. We take shifts watching
connection to your bitch shit aside and focus on the job. Need more
discovers it’s us.” He paused, glaring at me. “I find out you’ve been going
Styx addressed Tank. “Need Beauty in on this. Need her around to deal
was in. I could use that. I could get intel on Adelita from Beauty . . .
somehow.
Styx went to sign again, but the door to church opened and AK walked in.
The brother was covered in dirt. That’s what you’d get after three days on
the back roads from Mexico. AK looked at Ky and Styx. “She’s awake.”
AK shook his head. “And fuck, but that slut is tapped. Spewing Spanish at
I knew the plan. Shadow would have drugged her until they got home,
Edge watching her to be sure they didn’t kill her or some stupid shit like
that.
“Nice.” Vike rubbed his hands. “Love me a feisty Latina. I’ll take the first
“Sit the fuck down, Vike,” Ky said. Ky looked to Tank. “Get Beauty here.
Tank nodded, and I knew this was my chance to see the cousin, whoever
she was.
“The bitch was in her wedding dress,” AK said and shook his head. “She’s
in that warehouse, in that fucking wedding dress, her nose stuck up in the
air like she’s the fucking Queen of England, hurling insults at us. Fuck
knows what she’s saying.” AK shrugged. “That bitch is pissed. Fucking
stunning, but pissed. Looks like Uncle Quintana taught her well.”
“I’m hard. Anyone else?” Vike said. “I like a slut who screams insults at
me. Shut your mouth, you ginger cunt. I’m gonna rip you a new asshole—
Styx lifted his hands, ignoring him. “I have duties for y’all. We’re on high
alert. And warn your old ladies now: we hear one word that the cartel know
it’s us, and we’re on lockdown.” Heads nodded. Jokes stopped. Styx
on the ones around the warehouse, seeing the moment Bull and Tank
arrived to relieve Crow. Slash, Ash, and Zane were there too. I needed to
get cameras inside the warehouse. Fuck my orders and the threat of Styx’s
I upgraded what I could with what I had, then I ordered more cameras
from a local store and jumped into one of the club’s trucks to go pick them
up. By the time I got back and installed them around the club, it was dark. I
checked my screens. Tank and Bull were still by the warehouse. Beauty
must have been inside. I assumed the prospects were near too.
Sitting back in my chair, I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath.
What the fuck would I say to Lita’s cousin? How the fuck would I get her to
me forward. Fuck, since the day that bitch had entered my life, she was all I
Snatching the camera and tool kit from beside me, I left my room and
walked past the bar. Brothers were inside, as usual. But I ducked past and
got in the truck. My pulse raced faster the closer I got. For the first time in
two years I was going to speak to someone who knew Adelita . . . someone
who, after she was released, could get a message to her.
Tank stood off the wall he was leaning against as I parked up the truck.
“Cameras?” I nodded, pointing at the stuff in the cab. Bull came over and
“Yeah,” Tank said. “Beauty’s been in there a while, and that seems to have
shut her down some.”
about Adelita. Right? Keep quiet. Don’t piss Styx off. We’ll work out a way
to get Adelita. Now ain’t the time.”
I nodded and went into the warehouse. Bull showed me where he’d
dumped the stuff, then left to stand guard with Tank. Tank had warned
me . . . but I didn’t fucking intend to keep my mouth shut. I needed to know
about Lita.
The three prospects were standing outside the small room I knew the
cousin was in. I tipped my chin to them. Slash and Zane came over. “Bull
told us to help you,” Slash said.
I tore my eyes away from the closed door of the back room. “Good.” I
cleared my throat. “We’ll start over here. I show you one, then y’all can
split up and do some of the others.” I led them to the far side of the
warehouse. Ten minutes later I was installing the first camera, talking them
through it, while Slash held the ladder I was on.
cousin, around nineteen. Didn’t know more of his story than that. “Yeah,
communications.”
“Cool,” he said. “Been thinking about the army too. Smiler thinks I
shouldn’t bother. Just work on bikes and stay with the Hangmen.”
“My uncle said the same,” Zane, AK’s nephew, said. I watched the kid as
he ducked his head and looked away. Because it wasn’t just AK who had
served. It had been his old man too. The guy who, because of a fucked-up
mission that led to his kidnapping and a truckload of PTSD, killed Zane’s
mom and then himself. Kid was raised by his aunt, fucking orphaned.
When I got off the ladder, I said, “I served because my old man told me it
was my patriotic duty.” Zane put his hands in his pockets, but both he and
Slash listened. “I learned a lot in the army. But I’ll tell you now, kids. Don’t
go into war unless you fucking believe in the cause you’re fighting for.”
“Like now, you mean?” Slash asked. “This war we’re in now with the
cartel and the Klan.” Slash’s eyes widened. “I mean, you . . . them . . .”
I put my hand on Slash’s shoulder. “It’s all good, kid. I know it’s fucked
“She’s fucking loud,” Slash said, running his hands through his hair.
“Bitch hasn’t stopped shouting in hours. I got a fucking headache.”
“She’s quiet now,” I said.
“Beauty probably muzzled her.” Ash stood off the door, smirking as he
finished his smoke and tossed it to the floor. “My fucking ears hurt from all
camera?” They nodded. “Go do the same in the other rooms.” I turned to
Ash. “You go too. I gotta get these cameras up fast. They’ll show you how.”
“Good luck.” Ash followed his brothers to the far-off room. Taking hold of
a camera, I knocked on the door.
Beauty answered. She looked flustered, but when she saw me she painted
on her smile. “Hey, darlin’,” she said, holding the door ajar. “You here to set
the camera up?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Then I’m taking a break. I need a fucking drink. Watch her while
you work—she’s one feisty bitch. I usually respect that in a woman, but
right now I wanna punch my fist into her teeth just so her mouth’s too full
The door was open, but the room inside was dark. Taking a long breath, I
pushed through the door. The back room was small, with only a dim lamp
as the light. But I saw the cousin in the corner, covered in shadows. Her
head was down, and her dark hair was blanketing her face. Her hands were
tied with rope, as were her feet. The wedding dress she wore covered most
of her body. I squinted, trying to make her out, but in this dim light, it was
impossible.
Checking no one was in the main body of the warehouse, I shut the door
and bolted it. My hand tightened on the knob, but then I manned the fuck up
and turned. I walked straight to the bitch in the chair, and she must have
sensed me, because she lashed out with her bound legs and spat,
“Cabrones! Los odio!”
Her head snapped back as she thrashed to get near me. I stood my ground,
waiting for her to calm the fuck down and stop. Her long dark hair flew
back off her face, her mouth opened to spew more shit my way, then her
eyes locked on mine and . . .
I froze.
Couldn’t fucking move.
thought they might snap. And I never moved my attention from those eyes.
Dark brown eyes, long-as-fuck lashes, and those lips . . . those fucking full,
perfect lips.
My chest squeezed my lungs like an iron fist, and my damn hands started
to shake . . . because I didn’t trust my eyes. Didn’t fucking trust myself to
like she couldn’t believe it either, then her eyes filled with tears . . .
“Tanner?” she whispered in disbelief. I had to shut my eyes as the sound
of her voice hit my ears. “No . . . it can’t be . . .” she cried. My breathing
and heart synced to one beat, both of them drumming in my ears. Opening
my eyes, I shook my head. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be her . . .
“Ad . . . Adelita?”
The rasp of her name off my lips filled up every inch of the silent room
like a thick smoke. Her eyes closed, and a tear fell down her cheek.
Then I looked at her . . . really fucking looked at her, and shit filtered
through.
She was in a wedding dress. The shock that had kept me in its chokehold
started to fade. And like hot blood off a sharpened knife, the shock, the
fucking relief that it was Adelita sitting before me, melted away . . . and in
its place came confusion, disbelief . . . then anger. Red-hot fucking anger.
Because it hadn’t been Adelita’s cousin who was getting married . . . it had
been her.
“Tanner?” Adelita’s voice was shaking and quiet and just as perfect as I
remembered. But that sweetness wasn’t enough to dilute the bitter taste that
that I had promised her. The eyes that told me to trust her like she would
me. That she’d wait for me while I figured out a way for us to be together.
While I fucking left and tried to work out a way for us to escape all the shit
that kept us apart.
All this time. All these months of planning and scheming for a way to
leave my family, to leave the Klan unscathed, protected by someone
had upturned my life and fucking changed me, made me want nothing but
her. All so we could be together and escape our fucking families that would
the first time I laid eyes on her, all I felt was a fucking thunderstorm of
rage, filling my muscles and bones down to their cores. The rage I used to
wear every fucking day, the rage I’d learned to control for her, started to
break free . . . and I did nothing to fucking stop it. I did nothing to hold it
back. Instead I let it flood me, my veins bursting with the darkness that had
always lived inside me, put there by my old man and the Klan and all the
fucking hatred and venom I was infected with as a kid. And I fucking
embraced it.
No deep breath was working. Nothing was gonna stop this. As I looked at
that wedding dress, at the white lace covering her arms—arms that had held
on to me as she’d promised to someday be my fucking wife—I fucking
snapped.
“It was you,” I snarled. My fists clenched so tight I knew they’d draw
blood as Adelita’s rose scent filled my nose. That scent I’d dreamed of for
two years. The scent I remembered every time I lay in bed. The scent I kept
with me all this time. “It was fucking you getting married!” I didn’t phrase
it as a question. I didn’t have to. She sat in front of me in a motherfucking
wedding dress.
Adelita’s eyes said it all. The guilt was written all over her face. She’d
betrayed me. Betrayed us. Her mouth opened, but I didn’t hear what she had
to say. I didn’t even know if she actually spoke. My brain shut her out,
drowning in the thick fog I was letting in. Taking me back to the day I
returned to Mexico. The day I threw everything away. The day I set all this
in motion.
The day the White Prince voluntarily fell from his fucking throne . . .
*****
“Only a few more trips like this, Tanner, and we’ll be done,” my father said
as we pulled through the gates of the Quintana hacienda. My eyes were
fixed on the guards that surrounded the place, just like last time. I tried to
focus on them, on what my father was telling me. But my fucking sick head
went to only one place.
cross.
And two months of trying to rid myself of the shame that I’d fucked
Quintana’s daughter. And two months to school myself for this moment. The
moment I saw her again.
Adelita didn’t speak like he did. Daddy had clearly educated his daughter
better than he had been.
I got to my feet and shook his hand. My father and Quintana started
making small talk that I quickly zoned out of. I glanced around at the art in
time I was here. Prayed she was out of town, so I could get in and out of
this shithole without casting one glance her way.
I showered and changed for dinner. I never once stopped moving; I paced
my room until it was time to go. I couldn’t turn off my fucking head. I
banged my fist against my skull just to take the memory of Adelita falling
apart under me from my thoughts. Of realizing I’d just taken her virginity.
Of how she slapped me, fought me, then kissed me like she couldn’t stand
not to.
There was a knock on the door. My father stood there in a suit. His eyes
ran over my slacks, fitted white button-down shirt, and black tie. But they
fixed on the full-body tattoos that crept out from the collar and cuffs of my
shirt. His lip lifted in disgust. Mine curled in victory. It was the one thing in
my life I’d done against his wishes. Fucker had made me pay for it with my
flesh. But it had been worth it to see his perfectly groomed heir no longer
the all-American boy he wanted me to be. “True Klansmen are invisible,
Tanner. They don’t wear their beliefs on their skins like heathens.” His
message had been drummed into my head all my life. But when Tank left the
Klan, I left the army, I spiraled, and I did exactly what the great Governor
Ayers hadn’t wanted me to do.
It was the best decision I’d ever made. I wasn’t meant for political office
like my pop. I was meant for war and violence. For blood and guns and
glory.
I was created for the darkness.
“Let’s go.” My father led us to the veranda where dinner would be served.
He leaned in close. “Keep your mouth shut. I’ll do the talking.” It was fine
directed to our seats by a maid when Quintana broke into a smile and stood
from his place at the head of the table. I kept my eyes forward, I knew who
had just arrived.
“Tanner, you remember my daughter, Adela.”
was on. “And this is Diego,” Quintana said. “He’s my second.” Quintana
looked at my father. “He will be joining us tomorrow as discussed. He’ll be
heading the project with me.”
Anger burst inside me. My father saw it in my face; I knew it. I also knew
out his free hand. I shook it and felt the effort behind the strength of his
grip. I’d crush this fucker into pieces given half a chance. Fuck up his
perfectly slicked back hair and three-thousand-dollar suit.
“Let’s sit, shall we?” Quintana said.
I did as he said, then stared down at my plate. I fucking forced myself to.
But when Adelita said, “Did you have a good trip back to Mexico,
Tanner?” I lifted my eyes and they locked on hers.
She smiled, but I could see her nerves underneath. I watched her throat
work as she swallowed, her eyes dropping down to my chest. That fucking
did something to me inside. Lit me the fuck up. I made her nervous. I’d
gotten to her. I wondered if she was thinking what I was right now. If she
was remembering me pushing her against the wall in the safe house, my
hand on her throat. If she was remembering her mouth on mine, her teeth
sinking into my flesh.
If she remembered me inside her, making her scream.
When my cock hardened, I let anger push it the fuck back down. I didn’t
want this bitch. I didn’t want her anywhere near me. I had to remember
that.
“Adelita asked you a question.” My eyes snapped to Diego beside her. The
fucker, sitting there with his three-piece suit and his pissant dark eyes, was
glaring at me. My neck tightened as I fought the urge to dive for the asshole
and teach him some fucking manners.
I caught my father’s stony expression and turned to Adelita. “It was fine.”
When everyone had started eating, I looked up at Diego to see him
watching me. I met his stare and let him know with my fucking eyes that I
hated his spic ass on sight. And promised him that if I ever got the chance, I
would fucking end him.
Diego looked away when Quintana asked him a question. But my attention
was on his hand as he reached out and laid it over Adelita’s on the table.
Fire surged through my veins. I shifted in my seat, ready to fuck up this deal
and tear the fucker limb from limb. But Adelita pulled her hand from under
*****
I stared at the door and wondered—for the hundredth time—what the fuck I
was doing here. My nails cut into my palms as my fists curled. My traps
were pulled so tightly my neck ached. And as I looked around the hallway, I
knew I had less than thirty seconds before a guard would be along. The
army had taught me many things. I was thankful that one of them was how
to sneak past patrols.
Or maybe I wasn’t. Because if I hadn’t learned how to be stealth, I
wouldn’t be here right now—a fucking betrayer of my race.
The pin I held in my hand became a burning flame. I closed my eyes,
fucking willed myself to leave. But when I heard the distant sound of guards
down the hall, I let my body lead. In seconds, I’d picked the lock with the
pin and I was in Adelita’s room. The smell of roses hit my nose first. My jaw
clenched, but my feet carried me to another set of doors. I picked the lock
on those too and slipped through.
The room was dark but for a small bedside lamp. Adelita lay on the bed,
dressed in a white silk nightgown that showed her bare arms and calves and
feet. The material stuck to her body like glue. Her fucking perfect body. A
body my hands remembered exploring every inch of.
The floor creaked beneath my foot. Adelita sat up, and her gaze collided
with mine. I stayed stock still, my hands again balled into fists.
Adelita’s eyes were wide. But she stayed silent. My breathing echoed in my
ears. I should turn and leave. I should have. My dick had hardened the
nightdress. She was just a couple of feet from me now. I could smell the
familiar scent of coconut from her hair, and I could see her bare face. She
had no makeup on, and her hair was loose and unstyled, falling down to the
middle of her back.
smashed my lips to hers. Adelita moaned into my mouth, and then her
tongue was warring against mine.
My fucking heart was a drum about to burst from my chest. My hands were
everywhere on her. Her hands pressed my cheeks then moved down to my
biceps. Familiar red nails dug into the flesh, and I hissed as the pain, mixed
with her taste and feel and sound, made my cock about ready to bust
through my jeans.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I yanked my shirt off, then pulled down the
straps of her nightgown until her tits were freed. With a low growl, I dove
forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Adelita threw her head back
and moaned. Her hands were a vise on my head as she kept me at her tit,
my tongue thrashing the nipple back and forth. I slipped my hand under her
nightgown. As soon as my fingers found her wet pussy, Adelita cried out.
Releasing her nipple, I slammed her down on the bed, climbed over her, and
covered her mouth with my free hand. “Shh,” I hissed. “Keep quiet.”
Adelita’s eyes rolled as I slipped a finger inside her, looking for the spot
that would make her fall apart. I tracked my eyes down her body,
memorizing her tits and legs and pussy. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her
naked under me. Wanted her skin pressed against mine. I took hold of the
thin material covering her body and ripped it down the middle. I pulled the
ruined nightgown from underneath her and tossed it to the floor. Then I sat
back and looked down at all of her—Adelita fucking Quintana. Looked at
her lying on the bed, her body bared for me—nipples tight and red, pussy
wet and waiting.
I found her already watching me. And when a small smile spread on her
lips, that fucking antagonistic side of her I knew was under that perfect
cartel princess shit, that fucking fire, slipped through. Biting her lip, Adelita
moved her foot and slowly slid it against my cock.
It broke me.
I crashed my mouth to hers. But only for a second, before I slid down her
body. Hooking my arms under her legs, I yanked her down the bed—bitch
didn’t want to play it soft. Adelita’s eyes flared, pupils dilated, and she
struggled to catch her breath. Heat burned through me at the sight of her
laid out before me. I groaned, then lowered my body and licked right along
her bared pussy, from clit to hole. Adelita’s head snapped back and her
mouth opened. But she trapped her scream in her throat and silently
breathed it out.
The taste of her was threatening to pull me apart. I licked along her pussy
again, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Adelita
writhed in my arms, but I used my strength to pin her arms down so she
couldn’t move. So she had to take my licks and know who was fucking her.
More than addicted to her taste, I worked her faster and faster until she
tensed, stilled, then broke apart under me.
As Adelita gasped for breath, her skin grew slick with sweat. She shook in
my arms, her hips jerking from coming so hard. Seeing her like this, seeing
this perfect body and face shattering because of me, made me turn fucking
red-hot savage. I snapped my jeans open, pulled off my boots, and threw
them to the floor. Before Adelita even had a chance to recover, I moved
between her legs and slammed inside her in one long thrust. Adelita’s back
arched off the bed as I rocked into her, back and forth and back and forth.
Her tits scraped against my chest, and her arms wrapped around my neck,
fingers clawing at my skin. Bitch gave back as much as I gave her. She used
her hands on my neck as her anchor as she lifted off the mattress and rode
my cock.
Her pussy squeezed me hard, and I sank my teeth into the side of her neck
and sucked. The princess only rode me harder. Pressure built at the base of
my spine. Letting her know her brush with control was over, I threw Adelita
to the mattress and pinned her down as I fucked her. I fucked her hard, so
hard she’d be feeling me inside her for days. So hard that even if another
dick ever came inside her, all she’d think of was me, this moment. My cock
impure and beneath me. But when her pussy clenched and started choking
my dick, and I watched her come, head back and whispering, “Tanner,” I
knew I was completely fucked. Letting out a too-loud roar, I slammed into
her one more time, the sight of her perfect face ripping the cum right from
me. I dropped my head to her neck and pushed into her until I had nothing
left.
I inhaled slowly as I caught my breath. I kept my head tucked into
anywhere.
My dick was still hard inside her. Only when it went soft did I pull out. I
felt my cum spill onto her thighs, and I nearly got hard again. I moved my
hand between her legs and rubbed it into her skin. Marking this bitch as
belonging to me. Making sure she knew who’d just had her—who’d taken
didn’t say a thing. Just kept looking at me. Something broke in my chest as
she did. I didn’t know what the fuck it was, but it terrified me.
I held my breath as her eyes searched mine and her fingers ran over my
me. Fighting to remember who I was and what I believed in. But when I
opened my eyes and saw Adelita’s smiling face staring back at me, every
other thought but her and me and us, like this, right now, completely
disappeared.
I turned my head into her hand and kissed her palm. Adelita’s eyes
widened. So I kissed her mouth, and she melted against me. When I broke
away, I rolled to the side. I stared at the ceiling, refusing to let in the things
that were stabbing at my brain—my father and what he would do if he knew
they would do if they found out their heir was fucking a Mexican. Worse
still, a cartel princess.
“Did you miss me, Tanner Ayers?” Adelita’s question pulled me from my
thoughts. She crossed her arms on my chest and settled her chin on them. I
searched her face and looked for the inferiority. But I couldn’t find it. Bitch
mouth. There was nothing calm or nice about the way I asked it.
But then a knowing smirk pulled at her mouth. That action both pissed me
the fuck off and made me want to push my cock between her lips and fuck
her mouth. Reaching out, I dragged my thumb over her lips and demanded,
stirring to life at the sharp sting of pain. Adelita released my thumb and
Leaning into her, I bit at her lip, before pushing my tongue inside her
mouth. Adelita moaned against me. Hearing a noise, I checked my watch. I
had about fifteen minutes to get back to my rooms unseen. I threw my jeans
and shirt back on and headed for the door. Rational thought seeped back
into me. “That’ll be the last time I come here. The last time we fuck.” I
wires. My skin was red hot at the thought of not having her again. But I had
to fucking leave. I had to stop being so fucking weak.
Just before I reached the door, Adelita said, “You’ll be back here
tomorrow night, Tanner Ayers. You can’t seem to stay away from me.” She
smirked, but her cheeks flushed. “Just like I cannot stay away from you.”
My fingernails rolled into my palm and dug into my flesh. I closed my eyes
and tried to breathe to calm the anger her words ignited. But it was no use.
I turned around. Adelita was still on the bed, naked and watching me, her
I marched to where she lay, fisted my hand in her hair, and pulled her to
my face, about to tell her what I thought of her kind, her fucking mind
games. But when I opened my mouth, something else fell from my tongue.
“That cunt comes near you, and I’ll kill him.” Adelita’s lips parted, and her
head dropped as she roved her eyes over my chest and arms. Moving my
hand between her legs, I slipped a finger inside her, my dick twitching as
she moaned. “I own this pussy, princess. Don’t you fucking forget that.”
I pulled my hand back, then stormed from her suite. I shut the door, and
gave myself a fucking second to breathe. Then I sneaked back into my room
before I was caught.
The next night, I was back in Adelita’s bed, and back in that pussy that I
owned. And the bitch must have been a damn witch, because I started
replaying Tank’s words from a while back, when he’d joined the Hangmen
and left me, his best friend. That one day I would meet someone who would
make me question everything. Make me realize that the invisible empire was
all bullshit. It couldn’t be. I believed in it all. I did. The Klan had a goal,
the people we’d killed. Thought of the white race. How we were meant to
lead. To reign supreme. But when I pictured Adelita’s face in my head, the
were perfect . . . just like her . . . a perfect Mexican . . . I didn’t know what
the fuck to do with that . . .
“Tanner?” I shook my head, and then those eyes were right there in front
of me once more. But this time they were real. My hands were shaking, and
my neck was so tense I thought my tendons were gonna snap. My eyes
squeezed shut as hellfire took me over, fucking eradicating any sanity, any
Adelita’s pleading voice made my eyes slam open, and I was across the
room in seconds. My hand fisted into her hair—hair that, after all this time,
I still remembered the feel and smell of—and I glared into her eyes. I didn’t
look any lower. If I saw that fucking wedding dress again I wasn’t sure
what I would do.
The tears that had been building in Adelita’s eyes seemed to vanish in an
instant, replaced by a spark of rage. She opened her mouth to speak, but the
door to the room opened.
“Tanner?”
I spun around, unable to hold back my anger. “Get the fuck out of here
before I kill you.” Slash, Zane, and Ash’s eyes widened, and the three of
them hurried back from the door. Their faces were confused, like they
didn’t know what the fuck was happening. But I’d lost it. I didn’t have it in
me to explain. I was done trying to be the Tanner they all knew. The one
who kept his temper in check. The one who tried to pretend he wasn’t a
stone-cold fucking killer. The one who kept back the part of him that was
fucking tapped.
I pulled my knife from the back of my jeans and made sure the gun in my
holster was loaded. “Fuck!” I spat, knowing my brothers would be here
waited for whoever was gonna come through that door. Because they
would. And even though these men were my brothers, if they tried to get
through the door. I fisted my knife and stood in front of Adelita. It was Tank
I focused on. He took one look at me and his hands went into the air.
“Tann? What the fuck?”
“Get back,” I warned. My voice was pure threat. Bull stepped forward
any closer. Bull’s face was laced with fury as he watched me like a hawk.
your best friend. Tell me what the fuck is going on! You planning on taking
her somewhere? This about your bitch?”
My eyes darted around the room. I had to get Adelita out of here. I had to
protect her. No one was touching her. The thought of Shadow taking her
from her room, or whoever had tied her to the chair binding her hands and
feet, almost pushed me over the edge. My vision was misting with red at the
thought.
The door flew open again, and Ky, Styx, Vike, AK, and Rudge barreled
through. I locked onto Styx. He was my biggest threat. More brothers piled
in. Cowboy and Hush and Smiler. The prospects I’d threatened. The blood
in my veins flowed like rapids now, my ears echoing with the adrenaline
“Get back,” I said, slowly, so the fucker would know not to test me. Ky
blinked in shock, then tipped his head to the side. I knew that look on his
face. I’d pissed him off. Before he, or any of them, could speak, I said, “I’m
warning you. Any of you try to get to her, I’ll fucking kill you. No one will
awakened. The fucking White Prince is here. The beast we’d all heard of. I
“Tann?” Tank pushed Ky back and kept his hand on the VP’s chest to hold
him off. Then something flashed across Tank’s face. “The bitch . . .” he
said, and I saw he was trying to piece shit together by the look of
concentration on his face. He tried to see Adelita behind me. I blocked her
The room filled with tension as silence fell. My eyes flitted from one
brother to the next, my knife held out, just in case they tried to blindside
me. I heard Adelita hitch a breath as I said, “This is Adelita Quintana.” This
time it was Tank I addressed. “And she ain’t my bitch, brother . . . she’s my
fucking fiancée.”
Tank’s eyes closed briefly. That was what I’d been keeping from him. That
she was so much fucking more than just my bitch. I never moved my
attention from him, so Ky caught me off guard when he plowed past Tank
and punched me straight across the face. He pushed me against the nearest
wall. “Your fiancée? Anything else you’re fucking keeping shut about,
asshole?” His words were fuel to the fire that was flaring inside me.
Slamming my hands on his chest, I threw him off me and caught Adelita’s
eyes. Tears were running down her cheeks. My stomach fucking plummeted
at the sight. Ky used my distraction to hit me again. I tasted blood in my
her. Ky grabbed my arm, and I swung. My fist connected with his lip,
busting it wide open. He only smiled, licked his lip, and stormed toward me
again. Fucker didn’t know when to stop.
Tank got between us. “Quit it!” he ordered. I looked back at Adelita. Her
worried eyes were still locked on me. “Tann, calm the fuck down.” I
breathed in and out, edging away from Tank and back toward Adelita.
A loud whistle cut through the room. Styx pushed through the brothers to
stand before us like fucking Hades himself. His hands lifted.
“Calm the fuck down before I make you,” he signed. Tank interpreted. I
kept my chin high. I wasn’t backing down, and I wasn’t gonna be made to
feel like shit. This was Adelita. My fucking old lady.
“Lita,” I said without looking her way. “Beauty’s Tank’s old lady. I’ve told
you about her, remember? About Tank?”
“Si,” she whispered. My stomach turned at hearing her voice again. She
was scared, but like always, she was refusing to show it.
“Smiler, AK, take Beauty and Quintana’s daughter to the clubhouse and
keep guard.”
AK stepped forward with his knife.
“Stay the fuck there,” I said. AK’s jaw clenched. “I’ll untie her.” Keeping
hands were free, they found mine. I took a deep breath as her fingers
entwined with mine. That fucking feeling I’d held on to for all this time
came flooding back. The settling of the rage in my blood. The steady
beating of my heart, and the sense of home. Not giving a shit that all of my
brothers were here, I moved in front of her, lifted her to her feet, and
been aware of where we were, I could have tricked myself into thinking that
we were back in Mexico. Back in her room. I was fucking consumed by her.
When I broke away, Adelita’s eyes opened. Tears fell down her cheeks,
and I had to fight back the anger that still burned inside me. She’d been
“Tann?” Beauty’s voice sailed to my ears. “Let me take her while you sort
everything out. I promise I’ll look after her. You can trust me.” Adelita’s
hands shook as they held on to my wrists. She looked at Beauty, and when I
could tear my eyes away from Adelita, so did I. Beauty smiled at me, then
turned to Adelita. “I’m Beauty.” She held out her hand. Adelita looked
wary, but she shook it. “You have my word that no one will hurt you.”
“Go with her,” I said. Adelita still held on tightly to my wrist like she
didn’t wanna let go. I slipped my hand into hers and kissed her again.
“Trust me.”
Adelita nodded, then let Beauty lead her away. I fought a smirk when I
saw her hold her head up high like the princess she was. My brothers stared
at her as she walked past. AK and Smiler fell in line behind Beauty. My
eyes tracked Adelita until she was out the door. My instinct was to follow
her. But we needed to sort this shit. Once and for fucking all.
“That’s Quintana’s daughter?” Ky asked, translating for Styx. I nodded.
The room was quiet.
“Time to explain,” Ky translated for Styx. “Right the fuck now. And no
more fucking lying or missing shit out. This is your last fucking chance.”
My jaw clenched at the order. But then I thought of Adelita’s eyes filling
with tears as Ky had hit me. Of how scared she was. It was enough to
a deal. I didn’t know it at the time, but it must have been the trafficking shit.
He kept me out of it. Didn’t include me. That’s when I met Adelita.”
“And what? Klan Romeo and Cartel Juliet fell madly in love?” Ky’s shitty
me see that the shit I’d been raised to believe was all bull.” I rubbed the
back of my neck. “Got out after that.” I looked Ky square in his face,
getting a sick satisfaction out of seeing his lip was still bleeding.
“Remember? I came here and gave you the intel you needed to get your
woman out of that fucked-up cult. So let’s not pretend you don’t get me and
why I’ve done what I’ve done. That you don’t understand that you’ll do
“It was too dangerous.” I exhaled and tipped my head back to stare at the
ceiling. “I was planning to get her out somehow. Work out a way . . . then
went out the fucking window.” I glanced at the chair she’d been sitting on.
“Believe me, I didn’t bank on her being the one taken. I never thought she’d
be delivered right into my hands.”
“If she’s your old lady, why the fuck was she marrying someone else?”
Rudge said, asking the one question I had been thinking myself. I knew
they’d all be thinking.
My heart started pounding as pictured her in that white dress. That ring on
her finger and that guilty look in her eyes when she saw who was before
her, looking at the evidence of her betrayal. “I don’t know,” I said hoarsely.
“Shi-it, brother,” Rudge said, whistling low. “You walked away from the
Nazi crown for her, and she gets hitched—or almost gets hitched—to
his head. “Daddy dearest is gonna be pissed. It was bad when we thought
we only had the cousin. He’s gonna bring the fucking rain now we have his
little girl.”
Styx lifted his hands. “We’re going on lockdown,” he signed; Ky spoke.
“Get your old ladies and anything you need. We go on lockdown in four
hours. No one leaves until this shit is dealt with and we know where we
stand.” The brothers started filing out of the warehouse. Styx, Ky, and Tank
stayed behind. Styx stepped even closer to me. “You’re gonna tell us all you
know about Quintana. Every fucking thing.”
“It ain’t much. I told you, I was kept out of the deals. Found out about the
“What about Adelita?” I asked when the tension had grown thicker again.
“She stays in Tank’s room, under guard,” Styx said.
“I’m not leaving her.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’ve just got her
back. I’m not losing her again. She can stay with me in mine.”
“The club you’ve joined just kidnapped her and is holding her against her
will. You think she’ll be okay with you after that?” Tank asked.
I sighed, feeling fucking exhausted. “She doesn’t know what her father is
involved in.”
cartel life as much as we were the Klan and you guys were the club.” I
pointed at Styx and Ky. “She isn’t some young delicate wallflower. She’s a
“Match made in heaven,” Ky muttered, but I could tell the brother had
calmed down from earlier. If this had been his bitch, he wouldn’t have
hesitated to do anything to get to her. Fuck, the guy barely let Lilah out of
his sight.
“She can’t be given contact with her family. Or anyone, for that matter.
And she ain’t leaving this club.” Styx’s hands moved as Ky verbalized his
signs. “We took her for leverage.”
“Quintana won’t attack this club if he knows she’s here. Right now, she’s
fucking leverage.” Styx turned to leave the warehouse, but then signed,
“You can stay with her. But try to get her out from under our noses and I’ll
slit your throat myself.” He stepped closer to me and raised his hands once
more. “Right now I regard you as a brother. You’ve been good for this club.
I trust you. But if I find out you’ve joined us just so you can get her out, or
if you try to double-cross us in any way, we’ll make you pay. I’ll make you
pay.”
“I’m a fucking Hangman,” I snarled. My muscles twitched in anger. “I
owe this club. It’s my home. I’m not gonna take Lita and cut and run. I’m
not a fucking coward.” Styx studied me, then nodded his head. He and Ky
As soon as the door was shut, I exhaled and felt my head begin to pound.
Tank ran his hand across his face. “Jesus Christ, Tann.”
I sagged down to the seat Adelita had been tied to. “No one would allow
us be together.” I looked up at my best friend. “You don’t know what that’s
like. To find a bitch who you know is yours, but you’ll both be killed if you
but . . .”
“But what?”
“All the cartel-Klan-Hangmen shit aside. She was marrying someone else,
brother.” Pain shot through my chest like a spear. “You’ve done everything
to be in the best position to make it safe for her to be with you. Protected.
But what the fuck has she done? She was marrying—”
barren warehouse, emptied for the war and any captives we might get. My
eyes blurred as I remembered her life in the hacienda. “You didn’t see how
it was for her. Trapped, no friends. No one to talk to outside the staff and
her priest. Well, she had her best friend from California, but she wasn’t a
constant. Wasn’t there all the time. Another family friend was killed when I
was there one visit. Adelita had to do anything her papa told her. She was
found.” I nodded my head like I was convincing myself to believe she had
no other choice but to do as her papa said. “She was forced into it. She had
to be.”
Tank held out his hand. “Come on. Styx and Ky will want that Quintana
intel before you see her.” I went to argue, but Tank said, “Beauty’s with her.
You know she’ll take care of her. Beauty loves you like a brother. She’ll do
anything for you. Adelita will be fine for a couple of hours while we get
this squared away. Club first. Personal life second. It might be good for
Beauty to speak to her before you do. Calm her down first.”
I let Tank pull me to my feet. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to go to her
right then and make sure she was safe. But he was right. I had to get
everything straight with Styx and Ky. I had to do it so I could keep her
close. “Fuck, Tann, you sure know how to attract trouble,” Tank said as we
Hangmen, he’s gonna bring darkness to our door. So far it’s been child’s
play. The real war hasn’t even started yet.
And it was the truth. Because how the fuck I was getting me, Adelita, and
the Hangmen out of this shitshow unscathed, I had no fucking clue.
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Chapter Seven
Adelita
I met every one of them in the eye. Even though my hands were shaking at
my sides, I would not let them intimidate me. I would stand proud. These
men might want me and my father dead, but I would not let them see my
fear.
her . . .
“Tell me about you, Tanner,” I said as I ran my fingers over the tattoo of
an eagle on his stomach. I traced the intricate feathers on the bird’s wings,
the tips a vibrant shade of red that faded into a golden yellow as the many
friends?”
For a split second I saw a flash of what looked like pure pain in his blue
eyes. Tanner’s muscles twitched beneath me. My stomach fell. He looked so
sad. “I . . .” Tanner cleared his throat. “I have a best friend.” His voice
was low and raspy, as though it hurt him to admit those words.
smiled to myself as he became lost in the motion. Tanner Ayers, beneath the
muscles, the tattoos, and the menacing stare, was the most beautiful of men.
inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “Did time inside, then lost his
Confusion? No. It was pain. “Just like they would never understand about
never talked about what our lives were like outside my room. Tanner had
been back to Mexico three times now. He would return once more before the
the hacienda. And every time he left to go back to Texas, I counted the
loved to hate. A man who, for whatever reason, I felt pulled toward, but who
I did not count on falling for the infamous White Prince of the Ku Klux
Klan.
“His name is Tank. I met him when he joined the Klan several years back.
We were near the same age, he was just a bit older, so we kind of fell into a
friendship.” Tanner’s lip lifted at the side, and my heart melted on seeing
that small whisper of a smile edge across his mouth. It was rare, like a blue
moon, and just as enchanting. “He was my right-hand man. He was always
with me. Stood beside me when I needed him . . .” The pain that had
I took Tanner’s hand. I was compelled to soothe him. I squeezed his hand
and brought it to my lips. “But you still see him? Against your father’s
wishes?”
Tanner nodded. “He has a woman now. Beauty.” His smile returned.
way, said, “Like you. I think you’d like her. I could see you being friends.” I
couldn’t help but smile back, my heart expanding, at just the thought of
meeting some of Tanner’s friends as his . . . his. Tanner stared at me. I
waited for him to speak. I had quickly learned that Tanner was the type of
man who spoke only when he had something important to say. “When Tank
left, I couldn’t understand how he could walk away.” Tanner glanced down
at his hand in mine. Then his eyes tracked the tattoos on his arm. “When he
left, I changed. I felt betrayed. Immersed myself in the Klan more than
ever.”
lurched into a sprint. I didn’t know what to say. Tanner’s eyes dipped as if
he was embarrassed to have said such a thing. “Now I think that maybe the
life I’ve lived . . .” He shook his head. “The things I’ve done and the beliefs
I had . . . now I think they could all be wrong.” Tanner hooked his hands
under my arms and pulled me to lie over his chest. I gasped as I felt his
“Tanner . . .”
anxious to hear the answer. “Hope,” he whispered. “Hope for more than
what I know . . .”
“We’re here, darlin’.” The sound of a stranger’s voice pulled me from the
memory. Even just thinking about that night, my heart beat louder and
Hope.
The man who had driven the truck got out and waited for me to move.
“It’s okay,” Beauty said. I allowed myself to look at her. She smiled. “I
promise you’ll be safe. I’m gonna take you to Tank’s and my room here. Let
you get cleaned up and eat something. You must want that.”
I flicked my eyes to the men coming out of the building we were parked in
front of. There were many of them.
“Trust me, Adelita.” I turned back to Beauty. “No one’s gonna hurt you. I
I took a deep breath and followed Beauty out of the truck. The man who
had driven us here led the way. The second man jumped from the bed of the
truck and took up the rear. I was stared at, and just like before, I kept my
“Thanks, darlin’.” Beauty shut the door, and I glanced around the room.
There was not much to it. A large bed sat in the center. There was a
Beauty’s eyes traveled down my body to the dress I was wearing. I could
see the confusion in her face. Before she even had a chance to speak, I said,
“I love him.” Beauty met my gaze. “I love Tanner with my entire heart.” I
saw it was me who had been taken . . . when he saw what I was wearing.
He was hurt.
over the engagement ring on my left hand. I slipped it off, the metal feeling
Beauty. “I hadn’t heard from him for so long.” I shook my head again. “I
to Diego. And Diego, he was relentless in his pursuit of me.” My nails dug
into my palms. “I had no one to turn to. No one to help. I . . . I didn’t know
what to do.”
“Shh, darlin’.” Beauty wiped a falling tear away from my face with her
thumb. “You don’t gotta explain nothing to me. And as for Tanner . . .” She
smiled. “I just saw him with you in there. The guy went all beast-mode to
protect you. He might be pissed now, but that man is gone for you, sweetie.
Hook, line, and sinker gone.” Beauty moved behind me and started
unbuttoning my dress. “Now, let’s get you out of this and cleaned up. I got
I was in a daze as the wedding dress came off and I was ushered into the
above the sink. My hair was disheveled and my skin was pale. The steam
from the hot shower quickly eradicated my face from view, yet I stayed
staring at the place my reflection had been. My brain was consumed with
thoughts. Of my father and what he would do when he found out I’d been
taken. Of Diego, and the vengeance I knew would be coming this way.
But most of all I thought of Tanner. I thought of how he was no longer
with the Klan. He was here, with the Hades Hangmen . . . My stomach fell,
and I had to catch a sob before it fell from my mouth.
We were at war with the Hangmen. The Klan was at war with the
Hangmen. Tanner was no longer with the Klan. He was now a brother of the
Hangmen.
I rubbed my hand over my sternum, fighting panic as the truth filtered into
my fogged-up brain.
It was worse.
I didn’t think it could get worse for us.
thought of the past few days. Thought of waking to find the Hangmen
looking down at me. My hands and ankles had been bound with rope. Fear
How he had come through the tunnels . . . Had he searched them all until he
found me?
My hands stopped halfway through rinsing my hair. The only way they
could have known about those underground passages was from me, my
father . . . “Or Tanner,” I whispered into the thick, dense steam. “No . . . he
new breath, I felt that anger take hold. I shook from the betrayal. I knew my
father had made it appear that it was a cousin who was getting married.
“Thank you.” I dipped back into the bathroom and pulled on the fitted
sleeveless black dress. I combed my wet hair with a comb I found beside
the sink and brushed my teeth with the new toothbrush and toothpaste
Beauty had left for me too.
I leaned against the sink. My hands shook on the porcelain. I couldn’t get
it from my head that Tanner had a part in the kidnapping—a huge part.
“You okay in there, darlin’?” Beauty asked through the door. I hadn’t
realized I’d been in here that long. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door
and forced a smile. “Look at you!” Beauty said, smiling wide. “You look
beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Beauty handed me a sandwich of some description. “Here, eat this. You’ll
feel better with something in your stomach.” I forced down the sandwich,
but every bite felt like swallowing sand. My stomach was churning over
and over with the possibility—no, the almost certainty—that Tanner had
been the one to relay my family’s secrets to these men. My family’s enemy.
When I was done, I said, “I’m tired, Beauty. Can I lie down?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Beauty said. “I’ll just be in the corner reading my book.”
She leaned in. “It’s about a duke and a servant girl in sixteenth-century
England. Tank mocks me something fierce for reading this shit, but I can’t
Beauty turned off all the lights but a small lamp for her to read by. I closed
my eyes, breathing deeply to shed this feeling of betrayal. How the hell had
it all got so messed up? I answered my own question when I thought back
*****
car to a ditch and shot in the head.” I tried to hold it back. I did, but a
rebellious sob spilled from my mouth. I covered it with my hand to quieten
the noise, but it was no use. She had been my friend. My dearest Teresa.
regarded me, coldly. Death was nothing to my papa. Simply part of his
everyday life. “The men who killed them will be taken care of,” Papa
enemy. “Go to your suites, Adela. Take the day to mourn Teresa. Then carry
on tomorrow, as you must.”
you died, it was as though he never knew you. He never talked about my
mother. My own mother was a stranger to me. I knew nothing of her, save
the snippets the staff had given me. And I wondered, if I were killed, how
would he react? Would he take a day to mourn me, then return the next, all
business, “as one must”?
Unable to deal with my father and his coldness right now, I stood up from
the chair and walked out of his room. But with every step I took the
paralyzing sorrow started to build inside me, until it felt like a grenade
about to explode in my chest. I rushed through the hallways, needing air. I
clutched my chest as my brain took me to the very spot I didn’t want it to go.
To Teresa and how scared she must have been today. To that moment she
was dragged from the car and shoved roughly to her knees. More tears fell
as I tried to imagine what it must be like to know for certain that in the next
few minutes, she would no longer be. This was it. She wouldn’t see another
tomorrow.
And I wondered if she felt any pain as she was shot through the head.
I prayed it was a quick death. It was the luxury that all of us in this life
wished for, if taken by an enemy. A quick and painless death. Though, most
of our enemies wouldn’t grant us this death—they’d want to make us pay.
When I burst out of the door, night had fallen. The hacienda’s grounds,
although beautiful and blanketed in moonlight, suddenly felt like a prison. It
was a feeling building more and more lately. The freedom I’d never had was
suddenly becoming all I craved. Well, almost.
I ran into the landscaped gardens and into the high hedges. I didn’t know
if anyone was around. At this moment, I didn’t care. I was lost, with no one
Tanner’s face sprang into my mind at this moment. I didn’t know how we
had gotten here, to this place. I didn’t know how he, the man I was never
meant to like, let alone desire, had become my sun. Had become the star of
my every waking thought. But he had. He had become my center—the
anchor that kept me still.
But I didn’t know how, after tonight, I would survive. Because he was
leaving. After four long visits, each time stealing another fraction of my
heart and soul, tomorrow he would leave. The contract that kept him here
was done. And there were no plans for him and his father to return.
tears free. I liberated the tears that were stinging my eyes to the point of
pain. Drop after salty drop flooded my face, robbing me of breath. I never
let myself give into my emotions, not even in private. I had been schooled to
never let them rule me, to let them usurp my strength. But this time I
couldn’t stop it. This time I gave in; I was lacking hope. This world I lived
in wasn’t fair. My friend had just been shot dead—a risk we all lived with
every single day. And the man I loved, the forbidden half of my heart, was
leaving and there was no way we could ever be together.
“Lita?”
I started, looking up as a voice I so desperately wanted to hear drifted into
my ears. Tanner came rushing toward me from a gap in the tall hedges. His
face was racked with worry. He dropped down beside me and swept me into
his arms. I allowed myself a second of his comfort before I pushed away
from his warm embrace.
his tight expression. But he kept returning to me. Kept kissing my lips.
“Fuck that,” he said, voice low and stern. “You’re upset.” Tanner reached
for me again. “I saw you running as I looked out the window of my room.”
He dragged me back into his arms. This time I melted against him and let
the foreign feeling of comfort seep into my bones. My head fell against
Tanner’s hard chest and he cradled me against him. And I fell apart. There
was no pride in being a Quintana right now. In this moment I was lost;
Tanner was the man who had found me and given me a home.
to mine. Then I saw it . . . Tanner Ayers let down his defenses and I saw
what had him so troubled.
What had happened to Teresa . . . it had shaken him to his very
foundations.
“I can’t lose you,” Tanner admitted. As his words hit my ears, I felt my
heart explode in my chest. I stilled. My breathing became labored and I felt
fresh tears track down my cheeks.
“You won’t,” I reassured. Tanner inhaled deeply.
His hands came up and cupped my face. “You have people after you all
the time.” He paused to gather himself. “You could get attacked every time
you walk out of the main gates.” Tanner’s hands were locked on my face. I
held his wrists. “Fuck!” he swore. “I won’t be here to keep you safe.”
My stomach turned in dread of not seeing him again. Of not having him in
my life. Tanner went to speak again, but I didn’t hear it. My nerves jangled,
my emotions were over-wrought. They switched from Teresa to Tanner, and
the thought of not being in his arms again. Of having him express his
feelings to me. Of hearing this man who had been crafted into being a
ones that had been beaten into him since he was a child.
The scars on his back told the story of how an innocent boy had been hurt
and wickedly crafted into the man his father had so carefully molded. The
scars on his back and chest sang a harrowing song of a little boy crying out
to be heard and loved, only to be soured against the variety of life, cultures
seemed cruel and dark, he cast in me a single flicker of light. I prayed that
it was strong enough to hold its flame when he was gone.
I couldn’t break away. I needed to breathe, but I didn’t want his mouth to
tear from mine. I wanted to keep his palms on my face, with my hands
the echo of a gun safety being released sounded like thunder around us.
Tanner froze against my lips.
I slowly pulled back my mouth from Tanner’s. Shock rendered me
speechless. Vincente, my guard and Diego’s best friend, had his gun pointed
hand. In seconds he was behind Vincente. I didn’t have time to even blink
before Tanner’s hands had wrapped around Vincente’s head. Vincente’s
eyes, for a split second, fixed on mine. Then Tanner’s hands moved, the
crack of Vincente’s neck snapping under his touch echoing around the silent
garden.
I didn’t move my eyes from Vincente’s. They remained fixed on mine, until
Tanner dropped him to the ground. My limbs went numb with shock. I
stumbled back. Vincente . . . I had known Vincente since I was a child. I
couldn’t wrest my eyes from his dark hair, from his suit, dirtied by the path.
From his stiff body, from his wide-open eyes now staring into nothing.
I gasped, as what had happened started to sink in to my fogged mind.
“Tanner . . .” I whispered. My hands flew to my mouth to stop the scream I
Vincente over his shoulder, disappeared into the thick foliage of the garden
and then into the surrounding blackness of the forest.
When they were out of sight, I traveled through the maze of garden paths
until I arrived at my suite. I slipped inside and rushed to the bathroom. I
turned on the shower, stripped and moved under the faucet. A deep sense of
dread was the dominant feeling as my head dropped and I let myself fall
apart. My tears mixed with the running water and circled the drain.
Teresa.
Tanner.
Vincente.
It was all too much. My hands flattened on the wall. I thought of Diego
and what he would do when he realized Vincente was missing. What he
would do if he found out Tanner was the man who had killed Vincente.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I slipped on my nightgown and
lay down on my bed. My eyes were wide open. Only the small lamp beside
me illuminated the room. I should have felt numb. Teresa should have been
my biggest thought. But I was racked with worry and anxiety as I waited for
Tanner.
My stomach flipped over in nerves. What if he was discovered? What if
Diego had caught him? How did he know where to bury Vincente’s body?
What did it mean for us?
If there was the slightest chance that we could be together, it was now
gone. Tanner had Quintana blood on his hands . . . it would never be
forgiven. My father, if he found out, would execute Tanner on the spot,
contract be damned. Nobody slighted my father or his cartel.
The mass of questions and dread filled my brain to the point that I couldn’t
lie down. Fear for Tanner made me jump from the bed and pace my room. I
was sure my feet would wear down the thread on the antique carpet with my
frantic movements. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to settle until Tanner
returned to me. Then we’d figure out what to do. Where to go from here. I
stopped dead, staring into nothing when the truth hit me.
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing we could do. There was no chance
up and I ran toward him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs
around his waist. Tanner’s strong arms came around me and held me so
tightly I could barely breathe. But I welcomed the smother. I wanted to feel
Tanner in every way.
I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. I could
smell the freshness of earth and grass on his skin. Tanner began walking
with me and took us to my bed. He laid us down, and I finally let myself pull
back from his hold to study his face. His eyes were wide, and for the first
“It’s been taken care of,” Tanner said and then pressed his lips to mine. I
kissed him back, savoring his taste and the feel of him.
When he broke away, I ignored the trembling of my lip and whispered,
“You can never come back.” My hand shook as I ran my fingers over his
shaved head. “If Diego ever finds out you killed Vincente . . .” I trailed off,
not even wanting to say those words aloud, fearful that if I let them out into
the universe it could somehow make them come true.
Tanner looked away. “I killed him for us. He was going to say something. I
finger on his lips—lips that had once uttered derogatory words. Lips I now
had come to adore . . . no, need. As much as I needed air in my lungs.
“Please don’t,” I urged, feeling a tear slip from the corner of my eye. I took
a deep breath, then stated, “I love you, Tanner Ayers.” I laughed at the
absurdity of our situation. I was cartel. He was Klan. A fish and a bird had
more of a chance of living a happy life together than we did. Tanner sucked
in a sharp breath and held me closer. I smiled even though I was breaking.
“I hated you. Then wanted you . . . now I both love and need you.
Completely.” My smile faded and a silent sob fell from my lips. “My prince.
My love . . . my life.” I studied every part of his face. Committed his scent to
memory. Branded invisible tattoos of his touch on my skin.
“I love you too,” Tanner rasped. In the silence, I was sure I could I hear
my soul cry. Tanner’s hand trailed up my arm and rested on the side of my
“I’ll leave,” Tanner announced and pushed back my face only a fraction
from his. I saw the promise in his gaze. My heart jumped from dormant to a
sprint in mere seconds. “I’ll leave the Klan.”
“Tanner . . .”
“It’s wrong. I know it now.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he kissed me,
silencing me. “I’m done. I’m done with it all. My father. The fucking misery
of living in that life.” Tanner’s eyes shone and the sight was my undoing. I
stayed his unfallen tears with a kiss on each of his eyes. He wrapped his
arms around me and pulled me to straddle his lap. “I want you, Adelita
Quintana.” His voice was thick yet certain. “I want you. Nothing else
matters.”
I couldn’t read the expression on Tanner’s face. I knew this side of Tanner
by now. He had something to say; he just needed time to get the words out.
Pressing his lips to mine, he rolled me over until he was above me. His kiss
was slow and soft and unhurried. I let him take the lead. He kissed along
my neck and down to my chest. My hands slipped along his shaved head,
just before he sat up. Tanner held out his hand and I took it. He wordlessly
guided me up. He sat back on his haunches and tore off a strip of material
from his white shirt.
I didn’t know what he was doing. But when he reached for my left hand
and brought it to his mouth. When he singled out my ring finger and placed
Yet this torn piece of cotton had made me the happiest I’d ever been in my
life.
“I’ll find a way,” he promised and held my hand again, running his thumb
over the makeshift ring. “I’ll find a way for us to be together.” My entire
body felt light and racked with shivers that his promise inspired. He kissed
my hand again. “I don’t know how I’ll do it. But I’ll find a way for us to be
together. I’ll get out of the Klan. I’ll make it safe for us to live.” He
breathed in deeply. “I’ll take you away where it’s just us.”
“Yes.” Tanner’s hand squeezed mine in response. “Yes . . . I will marry you.
Someday. Somehow. No matter how impossible, we’ll find a way to be
together.”
Tanner pulled me in and crushed his mouth to mine. He lowered us down
onto the bed and slipped off my nightgown. Slowly, I rid him of his clothes
until we were both naked under the comforter on my bed. He never let go of
my left hand as he pushed inside me. As he rocked back and forth, lovingly
and slowly, kissing me on my lips, my face and my throat. I was consumed
by the White Prince. I was so deeply, madly in love with him that I wasn’t
sure how I could let him go when morning broke.
“Love you . . .” Tanner whispered in my ear when his pace increased and
he tucked his head into my neck. His breath caused shivers to ghost down
my spine as it bathed my skin in protective warmth. His fingers curled
around mine as our breathing became labored and we fell over the edge of
pleasure.
Tanner lay on top of me and I embraced his warmth. I ran lazy strokes on
his back with my hand, staring at the cotton around my finger each time it
came into sight. I didn’t know how long we lay this way, but when the first
rays of the morning sun came peeking through my windows, my heart sank.
Our time together was finite; Tanner would have to go back to his rooms to
ensure he wasn’t discovered.
I faced Tanner on the bed. He had yet to release my hand. My hand stood
in stark contrast to his. For something he once found so repulsive, I
couldn’t help but think that our hands, clasped together, and full of
promises, now looked nothing short of perfect. “You gotta wait for me,”
Tanner whispered. His voice was graveled, betraying the emotion he was
feeling—that we both were. “I need time to get out. To plan. To figure out a
way for us to be together.”
him to hold onto when all seemed lost and hope was a distant star.
Reaching for the clasp, I brought my golden cross necklace between us.
Taking his hand, I dropped the cross in his palm and said, “I want you to
have it, mi amor. I want you to keep it. Think of me. Even when you doubt
how much I love you, look at this and know that I am thinking of you too.
Tanner held the necklace in his palm. And we lay that way for the time we
had left. I drank in the color of his eyes, his lips, and the small smile he
gave me whenever I kissed his mouth. I would keep them all in my heart
until the day I saw him again. When we would be free, able to live and
Tanner
outside. I passed by AK, Phebe, and Saffie, heading into AK’s room. Saffie
was tucked into Phebe’s side, ignoring everyone around her. Little Ash and
Zane brought up the rear, carrying their bags. As I approached Tank’s door,
I saw Maddie and Flame disappearing into his room down the hallway.
Brother was walking now, though he looked like he was still favoring his
wounded side.
“Tann?” I turned and saw Tank approaching. He had some bags with him.
my gut. I felt that fucking golden cross she had given me burning my neck.
“Give me some time,” I said to Tank. “Gotta talk to her then I’ll take her to
my room.”
Anger shot through me. She was my fucking woman. I shouldn’t have to
square shit away. “She ain’t allowed out. She’s under room arrest. But I
wouldn’t be bringing her out anyway. I trust our chapter, but not sure some
of the other cunts here wouldn’t be gunning her way given half a chance.”
Tank’s hand came down on my shoulder. “I’ll take Beauty for a drink.
Styx and Ky have just gone for Li and Mae. She’ll no doubt wanna help
them when they get here. Being that they can hardly move they’re that
pregnant.” Tank knocked on the door. Beauty opened it seconds later,
putting her finger on her lips. She ducked out of the room.
her. I wanted to see how she looked again when she was at peace. But then
that fucking wedding dress popped in my head and a surge of fury pushed
those thoughts away. Beauty put her hand on my arm. “She’s all cleaned up
Beauty smiled. “She’s gorgeous, Tanner. I can see why you left the Klan
for her. I couldn’t stop looking at her when she was all cleaned up. She’s
that stunning.”
She was. Adelita was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. And in that
wedding dress . . . in white . . . My chest tightened just thinking about it.
Thinking of her and what she looked like. What I always dreamed she’d
look like when she was walking down the aisle to me. Giving herself to me.
shoulder.
They walked away into the mass of activity in the club. The noise from the
bar was deafening when the door was opened. My hand sat on the
doorknob, when I saw Viking coming toward me. He stood beside me,
leaning against the wall. I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m on guard now.” He smiled, then pointed to the room where Adelita
was. “So . . . you like the Latinas, huh?” Fucker nodded like I’d just
special to my cock as well, ya feel me? Like when they shout and scream in
that language, and that accent. Shit, brother. It’s like a personal mating call
heard. He pointed to his crotch. “See?” I wasn’t fucking looking at his cock
Exhaling a slow, measured breath, I turned the knob and opened the door.
Viking grabbed my arm before I could enter. “Feel free to be loud, brother.”
“No shit,” I countered, then slipped into the room. It was dark but for a
lamp in the corner. Adelita was on the bed. She was dressed in a black dress
like some of the other Hangmen bitches wore—Beauty must have got it
from her store. It did something to me, seeing her in it. Ever since I’d joined
the Hangmen, I’d imagined her in something like this. I’d imagined her
wearing my cut.
Walking to where she lay, I glanced down at her and my chest tightened.
She was as beautiful as I remembered. Her hair was damp, but still as long
and as dark as the day I met her. And even with no makeup, her signature
red lipstick missing, she looked just as stunning as she ever was. More so,
in fact.
Taking a seat on the armchair in the corner, I watched her. I never moved
my eyes from her face. I thought about it all. The first time I met her until
the morning I left with my makeshift ring on her finger and her cross in my
palm. That and a whole fucking load of nerves about whether I could get
away from my father and the Klan. Whether I could find a place where we
She looked older than the last time I’d seen her. But I hadn’t seen her in so
long that she almost felt like a dream to me. Someone I manufactured in my
brain. Yet here she was, asleep before me. And I was free. I was out of the
Klan and she was in my club. Away from her old man and that fucker Diego
who I hated pretty much more than anyone I’d ever met.
It was all a mess. Everything stood to go to shit. But she was here with me,
and for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. The noose that had
where the fuck to go from here. I slumped in the chair and waited for her to
wake. The noise from the bar was drowned out by the sound of her soft
breaths. It helped me calm down. She’d always had that effect on me.
Calm.
Centered.
And even knowing she was marrying someone else, everything inside me
told me she was still mine.
*****
I woke up to the sound of rustling from the bed. My eyes fixed on Adelita
as her head rolled on the pillow and her eyes started to open. My hands
balled into fists on the armchair. I didn’t know how the fuck this was going
When her dark eyes opened and fixed straight on mine, I knew I couldn’t.
I kept my mouth shut. It was the best option. Adelita was slow to pull
herself from her sleep. Christ knew if she’d slept at all these past few days.
I watched her, waiting for any sign of where this reunion would go. I had
my answer when she shot upright, her dark hair flicking over her shoulder
“You told them,” she hissed, and swung her bare feet off the side of the
bed. She pointed at my face. “You told them about the tunnels. You told
them about the secret passages in my father’s hacienda!” Her accent was
thicker than it had been years ago. But I knew why. Her anger caused her
said I would.” I got to my feet and started pacing before I lost my shit and
put my fist through the wall. “I fucking left the Klan. I worked hard to make
you could be safe when I got you out.” I laughed, but there was fuck-all
humor behind it. “And I come to find you’re getting fucking married.
my tank down and bared her necklace. “I kept this with me always. Kept it
with me to remind me you loved me. That’s what you said, right? That all I
had to do was look at it and know you loved me, even though you weren’t
here with me?” My eyes caught sight of the ruined wedding dress that now
hung on the closet door. I stopped dead and stared at the fucking thing.
Turning to Adelita, I asked, “Who was it?” Adelita blinked, then her face
flushed. She was hesitating to tell me. There was only one person who
The blood that had been heating in my veins surged to fucking piping-hot
lava, when I growled, “Tell me it wasn’t him.” Adelita’s eyes dropped for a
split second. My body shook with fury. “Tell me!” I demanded, my voice
more second with her. Turning on my heel, I made for the door, but Adelita
stepped in front of me before I could get there. Her hands planted on my
chest and she shoved me back. She weighed almost nothing. I stepped back
as she came for me again.
“Hijo de puta!” she hissed. I had no idea what the hell she just said, but I
knew it wasn’t good. It only served to piss me off even more. Her hand
When she came for me again, I grabbed her wrists and shoved her back
until she slammed against the back of the door. She tried to fight me, but I
lifted her hands above her head and got right in her furious face. “Stop,
bitch!”
“You stop!” she snapped. She fought against my hold but she couldn’t
move. She screamed in annoyance and I smiled. “I hate you,” she spat. She
thrashed in my arms, but I held her tightly. “You have no idea what it was
like with you gone!” Her voice cracked and she fought hard to breathe. “I
hadn’t heard from you. I didn’t know if you still wanted me, needed me.
My father and Diego decided for me that I would marry. I had no choice!”
ready!”
Adelita’s chest rose and fell with how fast she was breathing. Her tanned
cheeks were red with anger and her eyes were wide and furious. She leaned
forward and snarled, “You told these men—my father’s enemies, my
enemies—how to find me. You led the wolves straight to my door. How is
that protecting me, Tanner Ayers? How is that helping me?”
“We were told it was some fucking random cousin who was getting
married. They came for her. I never for a second believed it would’ve been
you!”
Adelita shook her head while I tried to regain some kind of sanity, before I
smashed my hand through the door. “My father trusted you. I trusted you,
and you join the men at war with my people?” Freezing, I laughed. I
fucking laughed. Adelita’s lips grew tight. “Do not laugh at me!”
She arched her back from the door, her tits scraping against my hard chest
as she tried to escape my hold. But I barely noticed it. I was too consumed
with the fact that she thought we—the Hangmen—were the bad ones. “You
have no idea,” I growled close to her face. “You have no fucking idea what
“You wanna know what deal our fathers were making when we were in
Mexico?”
Adelita froze. “Drugs. Papa said it was drugs.” She said it with such trust
toward her father that some of my anger fell. He was all she had, all she’d
ever had . . . and she had no fucking idea what a sadistic cunt he was.
“No,” I corrected, my voice less vicious than it was before. “It wasn’t
fucking drugs, princess.” I made sure to look her dead in the eye when I
said, “It was women.”
Adelita gasped. Her head started shaking in disbelief. “No,” she denied,
with conviction. “What are you talking about? Papa would never deal in
that!”
I moved closer to her, pinning her against the door so she would listen.
“Your papa did. And so did mine.” Her head started shaking again. She was
getting ready to argue; I spelled it out for her so she would believe it. “They
steal women, drug them with your papa’s heroin, transport them to camps,
and then let men pay to fuck them. And they earn a pretty penny doing it.”
“No!” she cried, her eyes filling with tears. “Why are you saying this?”
Her whisper became harsher when she raised her chin, and countered, “It is
this club. These men. They are lying! My father would never—”
“He fucking sells women off to fuck knows who. To be slaves, or
whatever they want from them.”
“That is not true!” A tear fell down her face, but she flicked her head so
the rebel tear would fall to the floor and not show her weakness.
“It is—”
“I said it FUCKING ISN’T!”
My whole body shook with rage at her shitty attitude. Not saying a word, I
kept hold of one of her wrists and opened the door, dragging her down the
hallway. I didn’t care if it was forbidden. The bitch needed to know the
truth and I knew a few people who would make it as fucking plain as day.
Viking moved out of our way, slow clapping and showing by his shit-
eating grin that he’d heard everything. I stormed toward the bar. As I
smashed the door open, the brothers all turned to look our way. I focused on
Hush and Cowboy, then AK, who was sitting at the table beside them.
“Where are they?!” I shouted. I didn’t have time for their shit right now.
Adelita was pulling back against my hand and I was two seconds away
take you.” I dragged Adelita behind me, her feet digging in as she tried to
plant them on the floor. She yanked on my arm, but there was no way she
was getting free until she heard this. She was a sheltered bitch who needed
a damn reality check.
Beauty led us to the room at the opposite end of the club. I saw Styx and
Ky in Styx’s office. The minute Styx saw me dragging Adelita by, he flew
from his seat and came storming after us, face like fucking thunder. I wasn’t
taking her back to my room until she heard from the victims’ mouths what
went down. What her precious father was capable of. What all the cartel–
Klan deal had been about.
Beauty opened the door and I pulled Adelita inside. I saw Mae, Lilah, and
Grace on the sofas. Phebe, Saffie, Bella, and Sia were on the seats beside
them. They all turned to see us.
I nodded. “Tell her what her father is dealing in.” Sia looked at Phebe,
who had Saffie clutched tightly in her arms. Saffie’s eyes were huge as she
stared at Adelita, and her face had gone deathly white. “Tell her what
happened to y’all. She won’t believe me and it’s pissing me the fuck off.”
“Tanner, cut the shit.” Hush’s voice hit my ears and he went to stand
beside Sia. Cowboy followed him. They both flanked her.
“She won’t fucking believe me! She thinks we’re all making it up to ruin
her father. Thinks all the trafficking shit is just a way to bring down
Quintana’s name.”
Cowboy crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, let me tell you, bitch, we
were there,” he said, talking to Adelita. “We’ve seen the camps. Camps run
by your father’s and Tanner’s father’s men.”
“You lie,” Adelita hissed at Cowboy, anger lacing each word. She was
shaking with fury.
“He isn’t lying, darlin’.” This time it was Sia who was speaking. Sia
stepped out from Hush and Cowboy’s blockade and came toward Adelita.
Adelita was shaking harder as Sia stopped before her. Sia regarded Adelita
curiously, then asked, “Did you know a man named Garcia?”
Adelita stopped dead in my arms, grew completely still. She glanced back
to me, and I could see from her paling face that she did. I nodded to Sia for
her to keep going. “He and I . . . we used to be together.” Sia held up her
head like she was trying to not be ashamed. “He picked me and my friend
the price.”
Adelita sucked in a sharp breath. I thought she’d argue. But I could tell by
her wide eyes and silence that she’d believed Sia. Or she at least was
entertaining the notion.
Phebe then got to her feet, shocking us all. Saffie moved to Lilah, who had
her arms held out for her. The kid was as timid as they came. Barely spoke
and never looked anyone in the eye. She was fucked up by what’d
happened to her in those camps, that was for sure.
Phebe came to stand beside Sia. I felt Adelita grow weaker in my arms.
“Adelita, was it?” Adelita nodded her head. Phebe sighed, then said, “What
Sia said is true. I know this . . .” She closed her eyes and took a minute.
When they opened again, she said, “Because I was taken too.” I heard a
grunt behind me. AK was there in the doorway with Vike. AK’s expression
was severe as he listened to his old lady speak. “I was taken from the
commune I used live in to one of the camps. I was taken by the camp’s
leader. The camps were run by the Klan Tanner used to belong to.” Phebe
glanced at me almost apologetically. But I didn’t care. Whatever it took to
convince Adelita. I knew mentioning my old Klan would help. I’d told her
this was the deal made by our fathers, but I imagined it was different
hearing it from a survivor’s mouth than from mine. “It was a holding camp.
telling her.
My grip on her arms loosened and I started running my thumb back and
forth over her bare skin. It was gonna be hard for Adelita to hear. And even
harder for her to cope with. “You must be mistaken,” she said and glanced
back to me. I saw the fear circling in her dark eyes. “My father . . . he is not
a bad man. Not in this way. He wouldn’t do this.” Her voice caught. But
like the perfect cartel princess she was, she tilted her chin and added, “I am
not taking your experience from you. Your truth. But I am sure you’re
mistaken as to who ran this operation.” Adelita brushed her hair from her
face. “There are many cartels in Mexico. The Quintana cartel is not built on
the victimhood of abused women.”
“We’re not wrong, sweetie,” Sia disagreed and tried to give Adelita a
small sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry. But it was all run by the Quintana
family.” She went to stroke Adelita’s arm, but pulled back and crossed her
arms over her chest. “Garcia . . . I was his girlfriend. I wasn’t his slave. He
than, in fact.”
“My father can’t be.” I heard her voice break. She was freezing in my
arms. “I don’t care what anyone says . . . I won’t believe it’s true.”
Silence grew thick in the room, until, “Is . . . is his name Al . . . Alfonso?”
A small, whispered voice reached us from the back of the room. Adelita
tensed. Phebe looked behind her. At Saffie. Lilah was holding Saffie’s hand,
shock on her face, I guessed from the fact she’d spoken. Never saw much of
the red-headed kid. But every time I did, she looked like she didn’t know
what good looked like. Fuck, from what I knew of her, she hadn’t had
anything good happen to her until she came here. Kid had been to Hades
and back, and returned a fucking walking shadow.
Saffie came to stand beside Phebe, nervous eyes darting all around the
room. I heard a creak from behind me. When I looked back, Lil’ Ash was
beside AK, his eyes fixed on the timid kid. He was rocking from side to
side like he was gonna take her from the room if given half a chance, just to
get her out from all these people. AK kept his hand on Ash’s shoulder,
“He . . . took me.” I felt Adelita’s sharp inhale of breath and felt my own
stomach plummet. Because I’d never heard this shit. Never heard much of
Saffie’s life outside of knowing she was a cult kid first, then was taken by
Meister to sell to Garcia. Saffie’s voice broke but she pushed through.
at what this kid was saying. I could see how much it was killing Saffie to
say it. Fuck. It was killing Adelita to hear it. A kid. Saffie was a scared
fucked-up kid.
Adelita shook her head, but Saffie said, “He had . . . had a birthmark,
here,” she pointed to her neck. Her hand dropped and impossibly, her face
lost even more color. “I . . . I was never given the potion . . . the potion they
always gave us when men came. He said he wanted . . . me to be present
and awake.” Her breath hitched. “He said . . . he wanted me to remember
him.” She visibly shook, and I thought the kid was gonna pass out. “And I
did. I always . . . will always remember the devil’s . . . mark on his neck.”
“That’s enough.” AK pushed through us all and looked to me. “She isn’t
saying anything all else.” He next faced Adelita. “What the fuck more proof
do you need?”
Adelita’s breathing was shallow. She was deathly still in my arms. I didn’t
think she was gonna speak again. But then she said, “She . . . she doesn’t
need to say anything else.” Adelita looked to Saffie, who was clutching
Phebe again, looking as exhausted as if she’d just ran a fucking marathon.
“Thank you . . .” Adelita held herself together. I was fucking proud of her.
“Thank you . . . for telling me this . . .”
“Saffie,” Saffie offered and gave Adelita a weak smile.
“Saffie.” Adelita noticed all eyes were on her. She turned to me, and my
chest fucking cracked. She gave me a shaky smile, then chin high, said, “I
am ready to go back to the room now, Tanner. I believe I was never meant
to have left under your president’s order, yes?” I wanted to bring her to me,
fucking crash her to my chest, but I knew if I did, she would fall apart. And
that would humiliate her. Adelita had her father’s pride. A pride I would
never break in front of my brothers. In front of anyone.
Taking her hand, I turned and pushed through everyone. “I’m taking her to
my room,” I told Styx as I passed the prez. I didn’t wait to hear what he had
to say about it. I knew Adelita was a few minutes away from breaking, if
the shaking of her hand was anything to go by. As we reached the hallway I
heard the quickening of her breath. I pushed through my door, pulled her
inside and flicked the lock.
When I turned, it was to see Adelita’s face and body crumble. In seconds, I
had her in my arms, keeping her from dropping to the floor. Adelita was
shaking with racking sobs. Her hand came out and held onto my shirt, but
her hands were trembling so much they slipped from me. Scooping her up
in my arms, I took her to my bed and laid her down. I kept my arms around
her as she broke apart. I kissed her head. I fucking kissed every part of her I
could. My shirt grew wet with her tears, but I didn’t give a shit. Adelita had
every right to cry. She’d just found out her papa was not only a fucking
I tried to think. “Not sure. Fifteen, I think? Somewhere around that age.”
Adelita’s eyes squeezed shut. “And how old was she when she came
here?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know, princess.” I sighed. “If you’re asking how old
she’d have been when your old man . . .” I left it there. I didn’t need to end
that sentence. She knew what he’d done. “Young. She’d have been real
fucking young.”
Adelita’s face fell and more tears streamed down her face. “Did you know
about the trafficking?” I shook my head. Adelita wiped her eyes. “I don’t
know my father,” she whispered and stared across the room at nothing. “I
have no idea who I have been living with my whole life, but he is a stranger
to me. A demon who has just been discovered residing in a man. A man I
love.” She swallowed and rested her head on her bent legs. “She’s a child,
Tanner. A child.” Adelita’s bottom lip shook. “He . . .” She winced. “She’s a
small child . . . and requested her, he—”
“Stop,” I instructed. I knelt up on the bed and cupped her face. “Stop
fucking thinking it right now or else you’re gonna lose your mind.”
hold on her face seemed to be the only thing keeping her from falling to the
bed. “Her mother’s face hearing her daughter had had that experience . . .
the mother herself . . . and the blonde who had relations with Garcia.”
Adelita lifted her head and there was a fucking storm brewing in her dark
eyes. “I knew him, Tanner. I dined with him at my father’s table. We broke
bread and drank wine. I . . .” Adelita’s face flushed with what looked like
embarrassment. “I enjoyed his company.” I tensed. “Not like that, baby,”
she said quickly. Her eyes lost some of their clouds when she saw my
jealousy. “Just . . . in that he seemed like a good man.” She laughed a single
laugh. She stared at the monitors I had in the corner of my room. But I
knew she wasn’t really looking at anything. “My father was right. You were
right.” She turned to me. “When we first met you called me a naïve,
privileged princess who knew nothing of the world. Stuck in my ivory
tower built on blow.” Her bottom lip trembled. “And you were right. Only I
wasn’t alone in that tower.” Adelita squeezed my wrist like I was her only
fucking anchor. “I thought I lived there with knights . . . turns out I was
“Tanner,” she whispered and her face flooded with tears. Adelita glanced
down, but when she lifted her head, she had a smile on her face. “We’re
here.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I knew we still had to talk through why the
fuck she’d been getting married to that cunt, but right now, I didn’t care. I
had my woman back in my arms after too fucking long.
Pulling Adelita toward me, I kissed her. At first, she tasted of tears, but
when she kissed me back, I tasted her. That addictive taste only Adelita
ever had. I tightened my grip on her cheeks and pushed my tongue into her
mouth. Adelita moaned and her tongue fought against mine. My hands
moved through her damp hair, then down her back, tracing every fucking
curve of her body. Finding the bottom of her dress, I lifted it slowly, until I
stopped at her tits. Breaking from Adelita’s mouth, I looked at her flushed
face, then glanced down. My cock hardened in my jeans as I saw her long
legs, her pussy and the underside of her big tits. Two years. Two fucking
years since I’d fucked her.
Adelita reached down and covered my hands. Her eyes locked on mine,
and she started lifting her dress, guiding my hands over her tits until she
brought it over her head. Her long hair fell over one shoulder. I’d never
seen her look more perfect. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, running my
thumb down her cheek and around her lips. Adelita caught my hand with
hers and held it to her lips. Closing her eyes, she kissed my palm. I couldn’t
believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe that we were here. When she opened
her eyes, she lifted my shirt over my head. Adelita took a deep breath after
she’d thrown the shirt to the floor and ran her hand down my chest. Her
hand tracked south to my jeans and my cock almost punched through the
zipper. Adelita snapped the button, then drew the zipper down. She pushed
my jeans down and it was all I could fucking do not to push her to the
mattress and sink inside her.
Adelita’s lips twitched before they lifted into a smile. “The very first day?”
Her head tipped to the side and I felt like I’d been punched in my gut by
how fucking stunning she was. “You hated me when we first met. On
sight.”
I smirked. “You fucking destroyed me. One look at you fucking ruined
me.”
Adelita kissed the date. I hissed. Her lips felt good on my skin. “I broke
the infamous White Prince . . .” She looked at me through her thick lashes.
fucking right. Her tits pressed against my chest, her arms and legs wrapped
around me. It suddenly didn’t feel like it’d been years. It was yesterday and
I’d just asked her to marry me. It was her underneath me, me inside her and
her telling me yes.
“Baby,” she whispered against my mouth. I broke away and looked down
at her sprawled out below me. Something shifted in my chest and the heavy
weight I’d been carrying lifted.
She was away from her old man.
Reaching her tits, I sucked a nipple into my mouth. Adelita cried out and
clutched my head. I remembered this. I remembered her fire when we
fucked. I remembered her nails digging into my head and the way her back
arched anytime I touched her tits. I groaned, and moved further south until I
reached her pussy. I parted her legs and ran my hands down her thighs.
Adelita’s head snapped back as I ran my thumb over her clit.
“This pussy is mine,” I growled, and pushed my finger inside her.
“Si,” Adelita cried out, and my cock twitched. Unable to hold back, I
leaned down and ran my tongue over her clit. The taste of her . . . it was
her cheeks and made sure I had her attention. The minute I did, her eyes
locked on mine, I pushed inside her. Adelita’s lips parted as I filled her, and
she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Mi amor . . .” she whispered, and I saw tears fill her eyes. Wrapping my
arms around her, I held her as close as I could. I pushed into her again and
again, faster and faster, until Adelita tucked her head into the crook of my
shoulder and cried out into my neck.
Her pussy squeezed around my cock, and the feel of it tipped me over the
edge. Smashing my lips to Adelita’s, I groaned as I came. Lita’s fingers dug
into my arms as I spilled inside her. I rocked into her until I nothing left.
My head dropped to the mattress beside her as I caught my breath. Adelita
kept her arms wrapped around me.
When I pulled back, Adelita rolled her head so she could see me. “I never
thought . . .” she said and a tear fell from her eye. It fucking destroyed me.
“I never thought we’d get this.” She ran her hand over my cheek. “I hoped
and I prayed so hard that I was sure God would tire of my voice. But deep
down, I didn’t think we’d ever escape our lives. I didn’t think you would be
safe leaving the Klan, and I never dreamed I would actually leave the
hacienda and my home.”
“I told you we would,” I rasped. “I promised you, princess. I don’t fucking
break my promises.”
“You don’t,” she whispered and kissed my cheek where my hand had just
been. “You did it. You kept your word.” Adelita looked away, and a sad
smile pulled on her lips.
“What?”
“You’re the first person who ever has . . . kept their word. Kept their
be my prince now. The old title is not who you are anymore.”
My chest and throat felt so fucking full at her words that I couldn’t speak.
So I kissed her. I kissed her, lifting her to the head of the bed and into my
arms. Adelita laid her head on my chest. Her hand found the tattoo of her
necklace. I felt her smile against my chest. “When did you get this?”
I ran my fingers through her dark hair. “Not long after I left the Klan. I got
your necklace inked on me so I would never forget what I was fighting for.”
Adelita lifted her head, then kissed the tattoo of the gold necklace. Her
eyes went to my other tattoos, and her finger started tracing Hitler’s eagle,
the swastika, and the white-power symbol I used to show off with pride.
“Mi amor. Why, if you’ve left this life behind, do you still wear these
tattoos?”
My jaw clenched as flickers of my old life flashed through my head like a
Adelita’s face and made sure she was looking right at me. “I’ve done
fucked-up things, Lita. You get that, right?”
Adelita nodded her head. She covered my hands that were still on her face
with hers. “But you have walked away from that life. You have walked
away from the prejudice, the violence.” She smiled. “You have worked for
two years to change your life to be with me. A Mexican. A proud Mexican.
That, Tanner Ayers, proves you are no longer the man you used to be.” Her
hand started tracing the tattoos again. “Maybe it is time to change them into
something else. Maybe you should start showing the world that you are no
My chest loosened from the rope I felt strung around my lungs. Adelita
got to her knees, the comforter falling off us and showing me her naked
body. Fuck. She was beautiful. She sat back on her heels and started
studying me. Every inch of my body. Bitch was gonna make me hard again.
A smile pulled on her lips. My hands held her slim waist. “What?”
Adelita’s fingers threaded through my hair. “You have hair.” She ran her
fingers through the short strands. I hadn’t bothered to shave it again since
I nodded. “You look exactly the same. Still beautiful. Still perfect. Still
you.”
“And still yours.” As those words left Adelita’s mouth, coldness ran
through me. She must have seen it. Her smile fell and her face clouded with
worry.
“Am I still yours?”
Adelita froze, then dropped her eyes. A second later her gaze met mine,
and she took my hand. “Always.” She took a deep breath, then slowly
straddled my thighs. Her arms hooked around my neck. “I love you, Tanner.
I never stopped. In fact, when you left, my love for you only grew.” Her
voice went hoarse, then she held my face. “I never let him touch me.” I
blew out a breath I didn’t even know I was fucking holding. “I have only
ever made love to you. I couldn’t . . . I wouldn’t . . .” She trailed off.
Adelita’s head shook back and forth. “He wasn’t you. Would never have
been you.” Her husky voice told me she was getting upset again. “My
father . . .” She blinked away tears that were building in her eyes. “He made
it happen. I resisted his plan for me and Diego for as long as I could. But he
planned it all. I didn’t know what to do or how to get out of it.” Adelita
dropped her head to meet mine. “Even if I had been forced to marry him, I
still would have been yours. You cannot give your heart to someone when it
looked like worry. “And . . . you? Has there been anyone else for you?”
I rolled Adelita beneath me. “No one. Only you, princess.”
The smile that pulled on her lips knocked the breath from my fucking
lungs. I kissed her. I kissed her for so long her lips looked bruised when I
finally pulled away.
“I don’t want to go back,” she said and the effect of her father’s betrayal
was written all over her face. “I am not going back to those men, Tanner.
Because if my papa is involved in this, so is Diego.” Her dark eyes flared
with anger. “I cannot face them after learning this. After seeing Saffie, the
girl my father hurt over and over . . . after hearing from the other
women . . .” Adelita inhaled slowly through her nose, her eyes momentarily
closing. When they opened, she said, “Did you ever dream we would be
here like this?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.” She kissed me, then whispered, “Please don’t make me go back
now we’ve found each other again.”
and her lips never stopped touching my skin. I didn’t care what anyone had
to say. She was here with me now.
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Chapter Nine
Styx
One week later . . .
“We ain’t got any intel yet,” Shadow said. “They’ve gone quiet, which in
the Quintanas—and you let us know straight away.” Ky spoke for me.
Chavez nodded his head. “Will do.” I stared at Chavez and couldn’t get
my mother’s journals from my head. Mae didn’t know, but when she went
to bed at night, I came downstairs, poured myself a fucking strong whiskey,
and read. Mae had been reading them too. And I knew when she’d reached
something she thought was important. From the minute I came in at night,
she looked at me differently or came over to me and kissed me, wrapping
her arms around me, choking me to fuck. It was always when my mother
had mentioned me. About how she’d run to Sanchez, run away from me and
my old man. Fucked off out my life.
I didn’t mean to fall for him. I went to him for help. To get River away from
the club. But when I saw Raul Sanchez, everything changed. He didn’t treat
me like a whore. He didn’t belittle me like Shade did every single day. He
I stood in his office, asking for help. I was so nervous. Sanchez knew who I
was. He asked me if I was Reaper’s old lady. I told him the truth. That I had
never been more than a whore for him to play around with, toy with like a
pet. I told Sanchez he had my boy. My son. I told him I wanted out of the
club. And I wanted my son out too. I wanted him away from Reaper and the
club, period.
wrong thing. If I had just signed my own death warrant. But then Raul
smiled and told me he would help me. I didn’t know if that was true. But I
was desperate, and I had nowhere else to turn. Reaper had the police and
local government on his payroll. My only choice had been his number-one
enemy. Sanchez was going to help me save River. I was going to save my
little boy . . .
never thought anything of my mother. Nothing, but the fact she’d been a
slut who’d cut and run. Now, all I fucking did was think about her. About
how she was raped over and over by her fucktard of a brother. About how
shitty my old man had treated her. And how she’d run away to save me. Not
ran because she wanted to fuck Sanchez, like my old man had told me over
She’d wanted me away from him. From this club. A crowbar hit my
stomach when I thought about it all. Because she’d only been a kid. A teen
when she had me. Still too fucking young when she’d left and got in with
Sanchez.
“Styx!” Ky’s elbow digging into my ribs made me snap my head his way
and grab his wrist. He rolled his eyes as I threw his arm away. “What the
fuck is up with you?” I looked across the table to see Chavez and Shadow
were gone. When the hell did they fucking leave? “They left,” Ky said,
“Fuck off.”
Ky frowned. This time there was no fucking smile on his face. “What’s
“N-nothing.”
“It ain’t safe for you to ride back alone.”
I pointed at the place Shadow had been sitting. “You h-heard him, th-
“G-go.”
Ky hesitated, but then his cell started going off in his jeans. “Fuck!” He
pulled it out and looked at the screen. “It’s Li. I gotta go. Bitch’ll have my
balls if I’m late.” I flicked my hand, telling him to get the fuck on then. Ky
held the cell to his ear and hightailed it from the diner. “I’m on my way,
sweetcheeks.”
pulled out the journal from the inner pocket of my cut. No one would fuck
with me here. The owners here knew I didn’t speak for shit. The place was
a ghost town. I had to get back to the club. But I needed a fucking minute.
He got me a house. Raul took me to the place he bought us. It’s away on its
own. Far from the club and away from any threats. When I stepped through
the door, I smiled. Because I’ve never had a real home before. I had a room
at the Hangmen and grew up in a trailer. This is a real home built of wood.
And there’s a room for River too. River and whoever sits in my stomach.
I’m pregnant to Raul, and I am so so happy. Raul already has a kid, but he’s
left his old lady and promises we’ll make our family work somehow. I’ll get
We’ll be a family.
how fast it was pounding. She had another kid? Or at least was pregnant
with one?
road. Fuck the war and the threats—I needed to fucking ride.
Throwing a twenty on the table, I got out of the diner and slid on my
Harley. The minute the engine started, I tore up gravel and fucking hit the
road. I stuck to the back country roads. All the time my head fucking
pounded. My mama had another kid? I had a brother or sister I didn’t know
about? And had my old man known? Had he known she’d had a kid with
FUCK!
I let the wind slap my face as I pushed my bike faster, tearing up the
asphalt. Day turned to night as I kept riding, wind fucking lashing my face.
I rode so long my legs went dead. But I rode on. I rode until I didn’t want to
smash my fist through a fucking wall at what I’d just read. I needed to keep
raging. I wasn’t telling her I’d been reading the journals. I didn’t want
anyone to know I’d been a pussy for giving a shit about the woman who left
me. Or maybe didn’t mean to . . . I didn’t fucking know. My head was too
full—the war, the threats, Mae being pregnant, and now this.
Needing to get back to the compound, to Mae, I turned back and took the
two-hour ride back home. The minute I was through the gate, opened by
Ash and Slash, AK came tearing from the clubhouse. I was braced, ready to
“Where the fuck you been?” AK asked. Vike, Rudge ,and Bull came
bursting out behind. My body tensed, waiting for someone to tell me what
was wrong. “You weren’t answering your cell.” I reached into my pocket
and saw it was dead. I held it up so AK could see. Brother didn’t fuck
around making me wait. “It’s Mae. She’s in the hospital. She went into
labor while you were out. Everyone’s been trying to find you.”
My stomach fucking fell.
Throwing my cell back in my cut, I started my bike and tore the fuck out
head. She was fucking alone because I couldn’t get my head out of my ass.
I pulled into the hospital and smashed through the entrance. My eyes
tracked all over the signage for a clue to where my woman fucking was.
The mood I was in, I was gonna fucking rip someone apart if I didn’t find
way.” I frowned, wondering why he was here, then remembered he’d been
here with Lilah this morning. As if reading my mind, he said, “We were just
wanted to run up the stairs and get to Mae quicker. “Where the fuck you
been? I couldn’t get you. I had to send brothers out looking for you from
here while Li stayed with Mae and Beauty. Li’s been on my ass to find you.
Thanks, fucker. I really fucking enjoyed that.”
I lifted my hands to sign because there was no fucking way I could speak
right now. “I was riding.” Ky eyed me weird for the second time today, but
I had no time to fucking have questions forced on me. The elevator opened,
and we got in. Ky punched the number for the third floor. My feet fucking
rocked from side to side, blood rushing through my veins as I waited for the
numbers light their way to floor three. I just needed to get the fuck there!
When the doors finally opened, I pounded through the hallways and went
“River Nash. His wife’s in labor.” Ky spoke for me. The woman behind
the desk’s eyes widened when she saw us . . . when she saw me. She
swallowed nervously and looked to her colleague.
Yeah, bitch, I wanted to say. You got the prez of the motherfucking Hades
Hangmen here right now, and if you don’t let me in to my fucking wife, I’ll
break through the fucking secure doors and kill any fucker that tries to stop
me getting to my bitch.
She must have seen the look of death my eyes promised, because she
tapped something on the computer and stuttered, “Y-you’re on the l-list. I
Ky spun me around and kissed my cheek, winking. “Get the fuck in there.
I’ll wait here.” He looked back at all the people staring our way. Most saw
our cuts. No doubt I looked like Hades himself standing in front of them.
“You can go through now, Mr. Nash.” The receptionist pointed to the
automatic secure doors, which were opening. Slapping Ky on the shoulder,
I rushed through the doors and searched for room six. It was at the end of
the hallway. Like outside in the reception, the nurses and doctors stared at
them, it was only people who pissed me the fuck off. If they got in my way,
that would mean them.
A loud motherfucking cry came from the end of the hallway; I recognized
that voice straight away. I rushed down the rest of the hallway and smashed
through the door. Beauty and Lilah were standing either side of Mae, a hand
in each of hers.
The minute Mae saw me, her lip wobbled, fucking destroying me where I
stood. “River . . .” Beauty moved. Mae’s hand was held out for me. I took
hold of it and finally got a good look at her. Her black hair was tied back,
strands around her face were wet. Her face was red and covered in sweat.
Her eyes were tired, but she still looked up at me like I was a fucking god.
“River . . .” she said again, her voice breaking. “You made it.” She smiled at
me, and the look on her face broke my fucking heart.
Mae’s hand suddenly squeezed mine tightly. She cried out again, back
arching. Lilah gave her some weird-looking contraption to suck on. Mae’s
eyes squeezed shut, and a nurse came over to check the machines that were
barely take my eyes from Mae looking like this, gripping on to me while
she was fucking racked with pain. “We’ll wait outside in the waiting room,
okay?”
I nodded. What the fuck was I meant to do in here? When I looked back at
Mae, Lilah was kissing her on the head. “You can do this, sister.” Lilah
smiled. “It will not be long before we have a little boy to love and spoil,
Mama.”
“Yes,” Mae agreed and smiled again. A tear fell down her cheek as Lilah
left the room. When her wolf eyes rolled to me, I fucking broke again. She
must have seen it. “I am okay, Styx.” She squeezed my hand again, but she
had all the strength of a fly. Her hand shook. “I am so happy you are here. I
and demand she take the fucking pain away from Mae.
“I will be okay, Styx.”
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers. Mae, as always, fell into me. My
through her, forcing her to tear her head away and cry out. In seconds, her
doctor was through. Her female doctor. Like fuck I was gonna pay for some
Her eyes stayed fixed on mine the entire time. I shook with fucking rage.
Anger that, even now, Mae still couldn’t face anyone but me touching her
legs—not that any fucker would dare try. But she couldn’t even stand her
doctor being between her legs. It was because of all of the years of abuse by
those bastards in the cult. Forcing her legs open and fucking her until she
bled.
I kept my eyes on her as the doctor rolled her chair back, got to her feet
and said, “We’re ready for you to start pushing.”
Mae took a deep breath and said to me, “River . . . I am scared.”
My chest fucking snapped. I couldn’t fucking stand her in pain. Was gonna
fucking explode seeing her like this. But I kept my shit together. Leaning
down, I put my ear to her ear. “Y-you got this, b-babe. I’m h-here. I fucking
love y-you and I’m h-here. Y-yeah?”
Mae breathed out, and her hand slackened around mine. “Yes.”
“Mae, on your next contraction, I want you to push, okay?” Mae nodded at
her doctor. And she did as she was told.
said, “One more push, Mae, and your son will be here.”
“Charon,” Mae whispered and smiled up at me. She was exhausted. But I
could see her excitement in her perfect fucking face. Her wolf eyes locked
on mine. “His name is Charon,” she told the doctor.
“He will be here soon, Styx. Our son . . . our boy.” A lump the size of
Mars fucking clogged my throat. I kissed her, then Mae was pushing. My
bitch gave it all she fucking had in her tiny body. Then the sounds of crying
filled the room.
wrapped around our kid. I was fucking dumbstruck as I stared down at him.
At Mae crying, holding him and looking at him like he was already her
fucking world.
“Oh, my goodness . . .” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He is
perfect, Styx.” She looked up to me and smiled though fucking tears.
“Styx,” Mae whispered and held out her hand. I put my hand in hers and
she pulled me down. I kissed her lips. “Look, River. Meet Charon. Meet
your boy.” I did as she said. He had dark hair. I didn’t think kids had hair
when they were born. But Charon did. Black hair . . . just like Mae. My
chest tightened when I studied his little face. But then he opened his eyes,
blue eyes, and I was fucking done. He had black hair and blue eyes.
Just like fucking Mae.
“They might change,” Mae said, reading my damn mind. I looked at my
woman. “All babies are born with blue eyes.” But I didn’t think they would
change. Mae’s eyes were fucking perfect. Made sense our son would have
them too.
The doctor took Charon away and cleaned him up. The nurses took care of
Mae. But it wasn’t long before Charon was back in Mae’s arms. I was pretty
fucking sure no one had ever looked so good holding a baby. I sat on the
edge of Mae’s bed, my arm around her, touching my son’s cheek. I was
clearly fucking tired too, because in that moment all I thought about was
my mama. She must have felt like this too. My old man wouldn’t have
given a shit about me. I doubted the cunt was even there when I was born.
I watched Mae kiss Charon’s head, tears rolling down her face in
happiness, and my heart fucking cracked. This, right here . . . it was all I’d
fucking dreamed of. Ever since I’d met the girl behind the fence with the
wolf eyes and weird voice. It’s all I’d ever wanted. To have her as my bitch
and our kids running around my club and my feet.
My mama ran away. Being here right now with Mae and Charon made me
realize just how fucking desperate she must have been to have left. Then to
have come back, knowing my old man would most likely kill her.
“I love him, River,” Mae whispered. “I love him so much already. I cannot
stop staring at his face . . . he is a dream come true.”
As I lay with Mae and Charon, I thought of the fucking war we were in.
The war that was building, getting ready to explode. And I knew, now I had
this—them—I’d fucking fight harder than before. I’d protect my club
harder than ever. And if any motherfucker tried to take them from me, I’d
kill them. I’d cut them open and make them bleed until no blood was left.
No fucker was getting to my family. Nobody.
I smiled coldly when I thought of someone even fucking trying.
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Chapter Ten
Adelita
and wrapping my arms around his neck. As I stared into his blue eyes, I still
couldn’t wrap my head around the fact we were here.
At night, when Tanner slept, I would lie awake in fear. Dread would
course through me at a rapid pace. A suffocating weight would gather in my
sternum, a dull persistent ache when I let myself succumb to the idea that
scared me most—that this was all a foolish dream. That right now, Tanner
and I were playing house. Locked up in his room like we were free from
our pasts, free from the shackles that had held us back from running away
when we first fell in love.
I would stare at the ceiling, the room pitch black due to being far away
from the city lights. But even in the darkness, I would see my father’s face.
I would see Diego’s. I would see their men mobilizing to bring me back. I
had no idea if they suspected the Hangmen. But the fact that it was quiet—
too quiet–didn’t fill me with hope. Instead, it filled me with such great
terror that I touched Tanner whenever I could. Each kiss was given as
though it would be our last. I savored his muscles under my hands. His hair
through my fingers. And I cherished how this felt—to be with the one I
loved.
My fiancé.
My heart.
Leaning in, I kissed Tanner, holding on to him tightly. Tanner kissed me
back, then laughed against my lips. My chest warmed as his deep timbre
“If you keep grinding your pussy against me like that we won’t be going
nowhere, princess.”
Sighing, I pulled back and got off Tanner’s lap to look at myself in the
mirror. I stared at the black jeans I wore, and the tank with the Hangmen
emblem in the center. Beauty had brought me more clothes from her store.
place on my chest . . .
I squeezed my eyes shut when I thought of that man. The man I had loved
brushed my hair away from my neck and kissed my bare skin. His rough
hands ran down my arms, only for his hand to link through my fingers. I
couldn’t help but stare at the reflection of us both—Tanner in his dark jeans,
boots, white tank and Hangmen cut. And me, his woman, matching him in
Tanner brought my hand to his mouth and laid a kiss on the back. “Come
on.” I breathed deeply, trying to quell my nerves. The president, Styx, and
his wife were coming to the clubhouse today with their new son. They had
been home a few days, but the men had yet to see his new child. Tanner told
allowed to attend. For many days I’d been in Tanner’s room with him, not
allowed to step outside. I wasn’t sure why I was being allowed to leave now
Or perhaps Styx was so overcome with happiness at being a new father that
he was being overly lenient. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was
leaving this room, the safe bubble in which I had found comfort, my small
Tanner didn’t smile back at me. Taking hold of my left hand, he brought it
between us, running his thumb over the place his cotton engagement ring
once sat. “One day, Lita . . . One day you won’t be a Quintana.” My
gravel in Tanner’s voice. His blue eyes met mine. “One day, hopefully soon,
you’ll be an Ayers.” He exhaled like it was a breath he had been holding for
an eternity. “One day soon, after all these years apart, of fighting and
Not to be rich. I’d been rich my entire life and still felt alone. My greatest
finger that would wear his wedding band. “Soon.” I closed my eyes for a
few seconds and let myself imagine what that moment would be like. The
moment I said “I do.” The moment Tanner and I wore wedding bands and
The coil of dread that had resided in me since I came back to Tanner grew
tighter still, fear chasing away any other dominant emotion. But I pushed it
aside, willing myself to ignore the persistent feeling that this couldn’t last. I
would embrace the moment. And right now, after years of seeking a safe
old lady.
Gripping my hand in his, Tanner led us from the room that had become my
sanctuary, and toward a bar. The sound coming from inside was deafening
as we approached. If Tanner felt my hand trembling, he was polite enough
not to let me know. I took a deep breath as Tanner opened the door. The
place was packed. I knew the clubhouse and the grounds outside were full
of other men from all over the southern states of the US. But seeing them
Tanner craned his neck above the sea of men, and then waved at someone
over the crowd. Some of the men looked at us as we passed, but not as
When we broke through the throng, it was to see Beauty sitting with other
familiar faces. The man beside her got to his feet, as did Beauty. Tank.
Beauty was smiling widely at me. “Hey, darlin’!” she said, and came
around the table. I froze as Beauty threw her arms around my neck. I
quickly looked to Tanner, who let go of my hand. The corner of his lip was
pulled up in humor.
Beauty put her hand on Tank’s shoulder. “Now that things aren’t so fucked
Tank gave me a tight smile, then held out his hand. I shook it, and said,
Tank seemed taken back by my words. Like he didn’t know that Tanner
would’ve spoken so highly of him. Or maybe that he’d even told me who
Tank was to him. Tank looked at Tanner. “You been talking about me,
brother?”
Tanner shrugged, then looked to some other men who were there. “This is
AK.” AK got to his feet and I shook his hand. I remembered him from the
truck ride to the clubhouse when I was taken from the barn. “This is Bull,
Ky, Cowboy, Hush, Smiler, and Rudge.” I shook all the men’s hands.
A tall man with red hair got up from his seat and smiled widely at me. He
came straight to me, saying, “Fuck the handshake.” He wrapped his arms
around me. “I need to show our cartel princess some Viking love.” Just as
The red-haired man just smiled and casually put his hands on the back of
his head. “What’s wrong, White Prince? Worried your princess will prefer
they were talking about. The redhead shrugged. “I can’t help if bitches love
discriminate against any pussy that comes to pet the anaconda. Black,
white, brown, they’re all welcome . . .” He put his attention back to me and
licked his lips suggestively. “Though I must say, I do have a real penchant
for how the Latinas taste.”
Tanner sighed, then said, “Lita. This prick who never shuts his stupid
fucking mouth is Viking.”
AK stood in front of the man. He didn’t touch him, just simply said, “You
good now?”
“Yes.” The man said, then looked at me. His black eyes unnerved me.
AK must have seen. “This is Adelita. Tanner’s bitch.”
Flame didn’t shake my hand when I held it out. The woman with him
stepped forward and shook my hand instead. “Nice to meet you.” I smiled
at the woman. She was small with huge green eyes. “I am Maddie. This is
Flame, my husband.” I noticed she had the same strange accent as some of
the women I met the first day I was here.
angry.
Maddie took hold of Flame’s hand, and he instantly relaxed. She helped
her husband onto a seat. He was favoring one side, but that didn’t stop him
from pulling her onto his lap. As odd as they looked together, it was
obvious by the way their hands entwined and their bodies leaned into one
another that they were madly in love.
“Lita!” Beauty asked, using the shortened version of my name Tanner did.
“What’s your poison?”
moment to look around. It was crazy to me that I was here. In the lion’s den.
Tanner’s hand squeezed my thigh. I looked toward him and smiled, taking
his hand in mine. Beauty came back with a glass of red wine and placed it
before me. “Looked like a merlot kinda woman to me. Am I right?”
“You’re correct.”
Beauty winked at me and sat down beside Tank.
“So?” Tank said, talking to me. “You’re the one who finally got through to
my friend, huh? Quintana’s daughter?” Tank had known Tanner for years.
He knew the man I’d met who was anything but kind to me.
a total fucking twat, mate. Your bitch just dropped you in it.”
“I was.” Tanner’s friends laughed, but I didn’t. They didn’t know of the
life he lived. They didn’t know he was abused by his father, beaten until he
became the man he was—filled with nothing but hate. They didn’t know
Beauty saw the gesture and leaned her head on Tank’s shoulder. “I like
seeing you like this, Tann,” she said.
A commotion at the front of the room made us all turn our heads. I
couldn’t see over the crowd, but I heard the cheers. It was several minutes
before I saw Styx walking through with his wife. And in Mae’s arms was a
tiny baby being cradled to her chest. She looked tired, but the smile on her
face made me think she appeared the happiest woman in the world.
Beauty was on her feet and rushing toward Mae. The men got up and
congratulated Styx. Tanner shook his hand. Styx’s eyes fell on me. Tanner
hovered close, but when Styx nodded and moved to sit beside Ky, Tanner’s
man, let me be the first to say I have no problem with public feeding—”
AK pulled Viking down to his seat. Styx was glaring at the man so harshly
I was surprised he didn’t turn to ash on the spot. I couldn’t help but hide my
amusement when Viking saw me watching and winked my way. Who the
room anyway. Maddie?” Beauty said, then turned to me. “You coming,
Lita?”
“I’m . . .” I said quietly. “I’m not sure I’d be welcome in there.” I couldn’t
stop thinking of Saffie. The last thing she would want is for her abuser’s
promise.”
Tanner squeezed my hand. When I looked at his face, he nodded. He
leaned closer, then whispered into my ear. “Go. Mae is Styx’s old lady. If
she says you’ll be fine, you will. And Beauty will be there. She’ll have your
back.” He kissed my lips. “Go meet the other old ladies, baby.” Other old
ladies . . . I liked the sound of that.
“Okay,” I agreed and got to my feet. Tanner’s hand slipped from mine, and
he handed me my wine.
“Dutch Courage,” he said, just so I could hear.
Moving to Mae, I looked down at her son. He had thick dark hair. Even
crying, he was precious. “Que bendicion,” I said, and ran my finger over
Feeling someone watching me, I turned to see Tanner’s gaze fixed on me.
He wore a strange expression on his face. My stomach squeezed when I
bringing our baby into the world. Our baby. The living proof that we had
done it. That we had defied the odds and escaped our old lives. Married,
with a family.
My heart grew so full I could barely contain it. But then that feeling of
dread quickly washed the dream from my head. I was getting ahead of
myself. I was dreaming of too much too soon.
Mae that I knew they must have been related. They had matching long
black hair. And Maddie had clearly met Charon before now. She held his
little hand all the way to the room the other ladies were in.
I took a deep breath as we approached the door. Beauty must have realized
I was nervous. She held me back and let Maddie and Mae enter first. I heard
the other women speaking quiet words of excitement.
Beauty moved before me. “Has Tanner told you much about most of the
women in that room?”
“Some.”
“Did he tell you that Mae, Li, Grace, Madds, Bella, Phebe, and Saffie were
cult girls? Like, a batshit crazy religious cult that abused them for years
until the Hangmen brought those assholes down.”
Tanner had told me. And he had told me how his father was responsible
for funding the cult among other shady deals. He hadn’t known. It was
bitch is a fucking psycho and likes to kill just as much as the men in that
bar.” I swallowed, my nerves worse than ever. “My point , darlin’, is that no
one is judging you for having a creep as an old man.” Although her words
door, all eyes were on us. Beauty didn’t let the silence reign for long. “Y’all
remember Adelita?”
Mae smiled at me as she fed Charon on the couch. The other women
nodded. Most smiled and waved. But my eyes found the small redhead who
had haunted my dreams over the past several days. Her eyes were on me as
she leaned into her mother’s side. “Hello,” I said to the group.
Beauty took hold of my hand. “Let me introduce you properly this time.”
She took me around the room, and I shook hands with each one. And like
Beauty said, each was kind and gracious. When I sat down, it was beside
Sia.
“Hey, you’re a crime-world brat too!” She laughed at my stunned reaction.
“I’m Ky’s sister, so I know what it’s like to have an old man in this life.
“Tell us, Mae,” Beauty asked, “Did labor hurt like a bitch?”
Mae laughed. “Yes.”
When Lilah made a small terrified sound, Beauty grimaced. “Sorry, Li.”
Lilah smiled nervously and rubbed her round stomach.
“But worth it,” Mae said, just as Charon stopped feeding and fell asleep in
her arms. A pang of envy pulled in my chest as I watched Mae with her son.
Conversation carried on around me. Saffie got to her feet to go to the
attached bathroom. Seeing Phebe go to the kitchenette in the room to make
herself a drink, I got up and went over to where she was standing.
“Adelita?” Phebe said.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, the devastation in my heart leaking into the
tone of my voice. I shook my head, fighting back the embarrassed tears that
were threatening to fall. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know what he was doing. If
When I looked into her eyes, I saw sympathy in her gaze . . . and I realized
it was sympathy for me. “My father touched me as a child.” Phebe looked
across the room at Lilah. A tragic kind of smile pulled on her lips. “Lilah is
my sister. Did you know that?” I nodded. Tanner had told me so. “He hurt
her too. Sent her away and into the arms of monsters—devils disguised as
saintly men.” Phebe let go of the mug she was holding and took hold of
both of my hands. “We are not our fathers, Adelita.” I felt my heart crack.
“None of us are our family members, friends, or torturers. We each are our
own people who make our own choices.” Phebe put her hand on my cheek.
“You are not Alfonso Quintana, in the same way that I am not my father.”
My bottom lip shook. “Thank you . . .” I whispered, my voice growing
hoarse. Phebe gave me a small smile.
“My Sapphira. My girl.” I saw nothing but steel and belief in Phebe’s eyes.
“She is beyond quiet and, right now, prefers an uneventful life. But she is
strong and resilient.” Phebe’s eyes misted, but she kept her voice strong.
“One day my girl will shine, and move on from the prison of her past. She
proud.”
I squeezed Phebe’s hand. “You are a good mother, Phebe.”
Phebe exhaled a breath I didn’t know she was holding. “I just cherish the
fact that I am allowed to be her mother now.” My confusion must have
shown on my face. “There was a time when I was not allowed to be near
her. And they were the darkest days of my life.” My shock was evident.
Phebe let go of my hand and poured the tea. She handed me my cup. “I
used to avoid thinking of those days, Adelita. I used to feel shame at the
things I was made to do, the life I lived.” Phebe’s eyes found Saffie’s as she
exited the bathroom immediately looking for her mother. Saffie went and
sat next to Lilah, but first offered me a tentative smile. I smiled back,
feeling her forgiveness toward me in the depths of my heart. When Phebe
faced me again, it was to say, “I have learned to embrace the dark, Adelita.
We cannot escape that we all must travel through dire days. How we were
raised, the people—good or bad—who gave us life . . . if those days are
shrouded in darkness, embrace them and allow them to have a place in your
soul. They are a part of who you are as much as the lighter, inspiring days.”
Phebe pressed her hand to my shoulder. “We are all part angel and part
devil. But once we are aware of that fact, it then falls to us how to live from
then on.” I glanced at Saffie. “You now know the man your father is.
Everything from here on, regarding where he fits into your life, is your
choice.”
Phebe walked to Saffie and handed her the tea. I couldn’t take my eyes off
them as Saffie smiled at her mother and Phebe kissed her head. Taking my
tea, I took the seat beside Beauty.
“How are you finding life here at the Hangmen?” My eyes found Mae.
She was addressing me. All the other women stopped their conversations to
listen to my answer.
Gripping the tea in my lap, I said, “I was not allowed to leave Tanner’s
room until today.” I paused, worrying I’d said the wrong thing. I wasn’t
complaining, simply stating a fact. “I understand why,” I added just in case.
Mae didn’t seem offended. It was her husband who had given that order.
Understandably so. “But just from what I’ve seen today . . .” I glanced
around these women. Felt the level of their bonds. “I think I will love it.”
“It’s different to how you were raised?” Sia asked.
“Very.” I took a deep breath. I felt I should share some about me. No, I
needed to. They’d been open with me. “I was sheltered my entire life. I
didn’t have a mother, and my father, although he loved and spoiled me, was
distant and cold. I had two close friends, family friends.” I paused, the pain
of losing Teresa still raw. “One of them was killed by a rival cartel.” I
suddenly felt a deep sorrow. “I had Charley from California. But her visits
were not frequent.” I shrugged. “I guess I was . . . lonely. Was getting
forced into a marriage with a man I did not love, while my soulmate was a
rival and completely unacceptable to my father.” I laughed at the absurdity
of our situation. “And Tanner would have been killed by his own people for
falling for a Mexican—a woman they believed was below them in every
way.”
“There was always a sadness in Tanner.” Lilah, Ky’s wife said. She hadn’t
said much to me until now. Her hands lay on her round stomach. “I met him
when I was rescued from the cult we used to belong to.” She gestured to her
sisters and Saffie. “It was Tanner who got Ky the information to help me.
He betrayed his own people, risked his life, to save mine.” My heart
expanded in my chest. I knew he was a good man, but hearing how he’d
helped Lilah made me so full of love for him I could barely contain it. “He
risked his life to help me . . . for you, Adelita. It was his entry fee into this
club. To being in the Hangmen. A club that could help him finally get to
you.”
“I see that now,” I whispered, barely able to talk.
“The guy’s different now, since you’ve been here,” Beauty said. “He was
with us a lot. Tank’s best friend and all. Yet since you’ve been back in his
life, he’s alive. I’m not sure I ever saw his eyes show life until I watched
him looking at you.”
“Thank you.” I quickly wiped away a tear that fell. “He’s had a hard life.
People don’t think or know that. They see where he came from, what he
used to do—the bad and despicable things. But they don’t see why he did
that or how he was groomed into it from a child and forced into that way of
life. People just see anger and those awful Nazi tattoos. They hear his name
and write him off as evil and unworthy of love. But he’s not. He’s worth all
the stars in the sky.”
“He is worth you.” I lifted my lowered head to see Maddie looking at me.
The same Maddie who had walked into the bar hand in hand with Flame. A
man I could not read at all. Maddie lifted her chin, almost in defiance. “He
is down, but not broken. And it is you—only you—who can lift him. Raise
him to the level of worth he should understand he must reside in. It is you,
Adelita. You are the one for Tanner, and he is the one for you. You are one
another’s light in the dark.”
I didn’t know what to say to that . . . to those words. The words that
directly spoke to my soul.
“Do you think your father will come for the club?” Letti, Beauty’s best
friend, asked. Her body was tense and her voice was serious.
I felt the tension rise. “Yes,” I replied honestly. “If my father knows I am
here. If it was confirmed the Hangmen had taken me, he would come.” I
glanced at Saffie and felt a wave of gutting anger settle in my stomach.
“But I will not let him hurt anyone.” I was determined and fueled by that
promise. “With everything I am, I will not let him destroy any of you to get
to me.” Saffie’s shoulders relaxed, and she gave me a proud kind of smile.
It only made me more determined. I didn’t know how I would keep him
away, but I would.
Somehow.
“Oh shit, ladies, I forgot to tell you,” Beauty said, laughing. “This prick
came into the store the other day—”
A loud crash came from the direction of the bar and a deafening roar
ripped from someone’s throat. The temperature in the room plummeted
when voices started to rise and the muffled sounds of crashing tables and
chairs traveled down the hall.
I jumped up too.
“Adelita!” Phebe’s voice called my name, but the coil that weighed so
heavily on my chest, the one that had been pulling tighter and tighter with
every hour, made my feet lurch into action and run down the hall toward the
bar. I was so intent on getting to Tanner, I wouldn’t have noticed the trail of
blood on the floor had my foot not slipped in the wetness. My pulse was a
drum as it thundered in my neck.
I followed the trail of blood through the bar’s door, to a man who was
lying on the floor. His arms and legs had been slashed with knives. He was
bleeding everywhere. The man who had drugged me, the man with black-
and-white hair was examining him. But when he looked up at Styx, he
shook his head. My heart fell as I understood what he was saying—the man
was dying.
The voice I heard screaming from the old ladies’ room boomed again. I
looked to the back of the bar to see Flame pacing up and down, hands
hitting his head and wearing an expression of pure rage. Maddie was
walking beside him, whispering things to calm him down. But I could see
by her wide eyes and pale face that something was wrong. Something was
very wrong.
Tanner was suddenly beside me, his thick arms wrapping around my waist.
In the fog of the scene, I hadn’t seen him. For a minute I briefly felt relief in
his arms . . .that was until I saw the dying man’s back. For me and Tanner, it
was always going to be one of our families who had inflicted the wounds on
this man. I wasn’t sure if Tanner had come to me to comfort me, or if it was
his death rattle. And I watched him with a lump in my throat until his body
went still.
“Shark,” Tanner whispered in my ear. “New Mexico chapter.”
“Where is he?!” Flame’s loud roar made me jump. He turned toward Styx.
“He said he was with him. Didn’t he? Shark said Ash was with him!” If I
thought the racking pain in my chest was as debilitating as it could get, I
was wrong.
AK and the quiet Hangman—Smiler?—came rushing through the door
and fixed their gaze on a man across the room, standing back near the bar.
The man started backing away, his eyes wide and his arms held out. “You
motherfucking cunt!” AK snarled and flew toward him. AK plowed his fist
into the guy’s face. Smiler was next, and Flame, without any explanation,
because we were low. The asshole sent kids to get fucking food because the
cunt was hungry!”
Ky spun on his heel and rushed toward the man. He grabbed him by the
collar. “Did you, Hick? Did you send the prospects out when everyone had
“They wouldn’t have gone without an order from Styx or Ky,” AK said,
Viking still holding him back.
Hick froze, paling. “You told them Styx said so, didn’t you, asshole?” Ky
spat. Tanner’s arms held mine tighter. I didn’t understand what was
happening. “You told them it was an order from their prez?”
Ky kicked Hick’s feet, and Hick dropped to his knees. Ky pulled out his
gun and held it to his head.
“Ky! Fucking wait!” An older man rushed to his side.
“Wrox, I don’t give a fuck if you’re his prez. The cunt lied to a bunch of
kids. Y’all know the fucking rules. No prospect goes out in war. They stay
here at the compound, protected. They are fucking kids. They are fucking
mother-chapter kids! Ours! And now they’re missing because of this
asshole!”
signed something.
“What?” Wrox said, clearly not knowing sign language. I had no idea what
he was saying either.
“Take him to the shed, out back. Tie the fucker to the chair and leave him.
The man with strange hair nodded. “Said they were ambushed and taken to
a warehouse somewhere. Said he was beaten and questioned.” Edge paused,
then said, “The kids were taken too. All three of them.” My stomach
crashed to the floor as Flame roared and started destroying the bar furniture
around him.
“Flame!” Maddie’s voice rang out around the room, and her husband
stopped in his tracks. His face, which had appeared expressionless to me
when I first met him, now looked broken and torn.
get him back.” But when her eyes briefly met mine, I thought she didn’t
“They’re fucking kids. They ain’t meant for this shit yet.”
“Be back soon, babe.” Tanner released me and rushed from the room. In
seconds, Tanner was back clutching a laptop. He took the USB from Edge
I lost all the blood from my face when Diego’s face filled the screen. A cry
slipped from my mouth. Tanner looked back at me. He must have seen I
yours.” The screen cut to the three young men. The camera wasn’t perfectly
clear, but it showed the boys tied to chairs, their faces and bodies beaten
and spattered with blood. Miguel, one of Diego’s men, held each of the
boys’ faces up by their hair to show the camera it was them. One by one,
AK, Smiler, and Flame made noises of anger and rage. They rocked on their
feet and looked ready to find Diego and kill him in the most painful way
possible.
“You have my fiancée, Adelita, and I want her back.” I felt like my legs
might have given way if Tanner hadn’t been holding me. But I stood tall. I
had to. I had to face this. I had to face Diego and his threats. “In three days,
we will meet at the old abandoned town close to where you live. I have
been reliably informed by our associates who live close to you that you
know it well.” Tanner’s breathing changed. The Klan. The Klan had
informed him of this place. “There, we will make the exchange. Adelita for
these three young men.” In that second, the bubble burst. The bubble I’d
been living in with Tanner for the past few days burst, and the reality of our
way he suddenly kicked a chair across the room. “If Adelita is hurt, one of
your prospects will pay the price.” Diego stared down at the camera, and
my skin crawled. It was like he could see me through the lens. Cold shivers
broke out over my body. “Until then . . .” The screen went blank; the room
me. I inhaled deeply, hating what was I was about to say . . . but it had to be
done. “I will go.”
“No,” Tanner spat from behind me. The pain in his voice, the plea, made
me close my eyes and fight the devastation that was running so thickly in
my veins. When I opened my eyes, I searched out Styx. “I know Diego.” I
looked at Flame, AK, and Smiler. “He is a man of his word. He has
promised to harm the boys if I am not exchanged. And he will.” I held
Tanner’s hand tighter. I would find it hard to ever let go. “We will make the
exchange. I will go with Diego. You will get your prospects and family
members back.”
“No!” Tanner snarled and spun me round. I didn’t look into his eyes. I
couldn’t. But Tanner placed his hand under my chin and forced me to face
him.
“I have to,” I whispered before he could speak. The gutting pain I held in
my heart at the thought of being torn from Tanner was reflected in his light-
blue eyes. He shook his head, about to protest, but I put my hand on his
cheek. “I can’t let them die.” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. I
nodded, a silent agreement with myself that this was the right thing to do.
With my hands on Tanner’s cheeks, I brought his mouth to mine and kissed
his lips. “It has to be this way, mi amor. I cannot let them die . . . I would
brothers standing watching. “I’m not gonna let that cunt take her back. We
need to think of something. A plan or some shit. Because I ain’t letting her
go. I’ll fucking die in that ghost town before I let her go back to Mexico.”
My heart both broke and swelled as those words fell from his lips. But I
knew it was futile. There was no plan to be made. This had to happen. I had
to go.
pointed at Styx, then Ky, AK, then Sia’s men. “You wouldn’t let any of your
bitches go. Mae, Lilah, Phebe, or Sia.” He next turned to Flame. “And I get
your brother has been taken. I’m your Hangmen brother, and I’ll do
“You went to that cult to get Mae, razing the fucking place to the ground,”
he said to Styx. Next he looked at Ky. “You went in to get Lilah.” He turned
to Sia’s men. “Y’all went into Mexico to get Sia. I fucking came too!
Helped y’all with every plan. And what? Now it’s my bitch y’all are ready
to just send her back?”
“So?” Tanner bit back. He reached for my hand. I gave it. He was fighting
so hard for me. For us. “We just need to get more creative. We have to plan
better.” Tanner looked at me, then back at Styx who was watching like a
hawk. “We’re at war! We have brothers ready to fight. So we fucking
fight!” His neck was so tense his veins showed under his skin. “Quintana
was coming for us anyway. So fuck if it’s Adelita being here that’s made the
threat worse. One day soon we’d be facing them regardless.” He slapped his
chest. “I’m gonna fucking fight. For her, for me, for the prospects, for this
fucking club.” Tanner’s voice dropped when he said, “Y’all are my brothers
in arms. And I’m gonna marry Adelita one day. That’s supposed to mean
Flame glanced down at Maddie, who was at his side, clutching his arm.
His face seemed to soften for a split second. But my attention quickly went
back to Styx. He was watching Tanner intently. His hazel eyes next moved
to me. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but all I saw was Charon. All I
saw was Mae looking down at her son like her heart had been taken from
her chest and gently placed in her arms. I pictured Saffie holding onto
Phebe. And I thought of all the women who had just welcomed me with no
judgment into their circle. I considered what they had already been through.
Styx raised his hands, and all the men watched him. It was incredible the
respect Styx garnered from his brothers. The silent, imposing man didn’t
need loudly barked orders. The simple movement of his hands got his
message through clearly enough.
“Church, in one hour,” Ky said, reading Styx’s hands for those, like me,
who didn’t understand sign. Tanner exhaled a long, relieved breath beside
me. And I understood what that meant. They were going to devise a plan so
Tanner pulled me from the bar and took me straight to his room. When the
door was shut, he pushed me against the back of the door and put his hands
on my face. “You’re not fucking leaving me. I’m not letting that happen. I
have you now, and you’re not going back to that cunt, or your old man.”
Tanner kissed my forehead, my cheeks, then my lips. He was worshipping
be together.
“Mi amor,” I whispered and held his face in my hands. I drank in his blue
eyes and the light lashes that framed them. I felt the stubble on his cheeks
“Don’t,” Tanner said, not giving me a chance to speak. He closed his eyes
for a moment, before saying, “Don’t tell me you should go. Don’t tell me
it’s the right thing to make this fucking exchange.”
The hurt in his voice caused me physical pain in my chest. I always tried
hard we fought, we were never meant to be. No matter how much we love
one another, it isn’t enough.” I smiled at him, but the smile was a lie—I felt
conscience. And I know you, Tanner Ayers. I know you cannot either.”
“I can’t let you go,” he rasped. The hurt in his voice was almost my
undoing.
like he had the weight of the world on his wide shoulders. “Do you know
how much I love you?”
“I can’t lose you,” he appealed, and I unraveled when I saw his eyes
glisten. “If the world doesn’t want us together, then we have to find a place
that does. I want no one else, baby. You’re it. You’ve always been it.”
“Tanner . . .”
Tanner took hold of both of my hands. “Let me try,” he begged. “Let me
try to make a plan to save the prospects and keep you safe and here with
me. Please . . . just . . . just let me try.”
Tanner’s expression was so hopeful, so earnest, that I found myself
sweetly, so softly, as though I were a delicate flower who might fall apart at
any moment.
When he left to meet with the other Hangmen, I lay wrapped in the
So, closing my eyes, I allowed myself to envision a life where Tanner and
I had no shackles holding us back. Living free and as we chose to. No war.
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Chapter Eleven
Tanner
I watched Adelita getting ready across the room. She slipped on black jeans
a plain black tank. Her dark brown hair fell to her waist. I watched her as
she crossed the room and pulled flat black boots on her feet. My heart
fucking squeezed seeing her like this. All she was missing was a cut. Fuck,
that wasn’t true. She was missing that and my ring—the one I still intended
to put on her finger.
The screen in front of me flashed with a new email. It was Wade. It wasn’t
only the cartel that would be at the ghost town today. The Klan would be
We’ll be positioned at the north side of the town. Snipers and shooters
hidden in the back in case everything goes to shit. Cartel will have thirty
Wade had already told me their plan. The Hangmen had been planning for
three days. The Louisiana and San Antonio chapters were already on the
south side of the ghost town. In position since last night. AK was with
them. If Diego dared touch any of the brothers, AK was there to put a slug
in his head. The guy was the best fucking sniper I knew. Zane, AK’s
nephew, was a captive. Zane, who AK treated like a son . . . AK wouldn’t
On top of that, AK had the biggest task of all—to take out Diego. When
the exchange was made, I had to restrain myself just long enough to let
Adelita walk back to the cartel camp . . . then AK would send a bullet
straight through Diego’s head.
There was no way to avoid the carnage that would follow. We were ready.
the information off and ran my hands over my face. Today, I would face
Beau and Diego as a Hangman. All the time trying to keep the prospects
Too much could go wrong. I never wanted to ever go head to head with
“One day, Tann,” Beau said. “One day we’ll stand together when the race
war begins. Shoulder to shoulder, brother and brother. And we’ll fucking
opposing side. I now was the path he intended to tear down. My fucking
wrong. I lifted my head and let her spin me around in my chair. Never
breaking eye contact, Adelita straddled my lap. Leaning in, she kissed my
lips. My hands slid down her body, tracing over every curve. In the past
three days I’d been inside her every chance I got. Our plan for today was
good. We had men for when the battle broke out. Thanks to Wade, we had
the knowledge of where their best snipers were positioned. But any little
thing could send the exchange into a fucking nightmare. Any fuck-up could
send any one of us to the boatman. Not all of us would come back to the
“We have to go,” I said as Adelita laid her head on my chest. Her arms
wrapped around me and held on tight. Adelita had been too quiet over the
past few days. I didn’t like it. Didn’t like not knowing what she was
thinking.
Lifting off the chair, Adelita slid down my body, and I kissed her lips.
“You ready?”
Adelita nodded, but I could see she was scared by the worry in her eyes. It
fucking killed me. I longed for the day when she was never scared again.
Taking her hand, I led her outside the club. The Hangmen were already
waiting on their bikes. The truck I would drive was waiting at the back.
“You ready?” Ky asked. Styx and Ky were at the front of the pack. I
nodded. Flame was here too, even though the guy was still injured. But
nothing was keeping him from getting his brother back today. Viking was
beside him. He was tasked with keeping Flame back from the cartel and
We made our way to the truck. Adelita stopped when Beauty appeared
from the clubhouse. Some men were staying behind in case there was an
attack. The other bitches were in the clubhouse too, still on lockdown.
Beauty threw her arms around Adelita’s neck and squeezed her tight. “You
take care, all right?” Beauty said and kept hold of Adelita. “We wanna see
“Si,”Adelita replied and hugged Beauty. I looked to Tank, who was on his
would help make sure my woman did return home with us.
“Lita, we need to go,” I said. Adelita stepped away from Beauty. I could
tell by her face that she hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t expected Beauty to be so
concerned. My heart fucking broke for my bitch all over again. She hadn’t
expected it because she’d never had many friends. Never been allowed to
When we were in the truck, Adelita took a deep breath, and I saw a new
kind of determination in her face. “You good?” I asked, as I pulled out onto
the road. The truck was flanked by the Hangmen. Styx, Ky, and our chapter
Adelita was staring out of the window. “I am.” She took hold of my hand.
I knew she wanted to say something. I could tell by how she shifted on the
seat. I waited her out. Eventually, after a few minutes, she said, “If
something happens today . . .” She paused and seemed to think over her
words. “If something happens today, I want you to know that I don’t regret
a thing.” I gripped her hand tighter, keeping my eye on the road. I wasn’t
sure I could look at her right now. I wasn’t sure I could keep my shit
had in my life.” Adelita stroked her fingers along the back of my hand.
“Seeing you fight your demons, challenge the prejudices you were raised
witness.”
Adelita moved until she was right beside me on the seat. She laid her head
Tanner, these past several days . . . they have meant more to me than
anything else has in my entire life.” Adelita looked up at me, and this time I
met her eyes. “I didn’t know it was possible to love anyone as much as I
love you. My father never loved anyone after my mother, so I never had an
example of how a couple in love could be.” I kept my eye on the road but
found it hard to tear my attention away from Lita. “If anything happens
known what it was like to love you. Entirely and with my whole heart.”
“Nothing will go wrong,” I said. Adelita smiled, but it was laced with
sadness. I understood then that there was no part of her that thought today
would go well. “I love you, princess. You fucking saved me. Not sure if you
“Tanner—”
Adelita stayed close to my side, holding my arm and resting her head
turned onto the road that led to the ghost town. My eyes scanned around as
much as I could. I could see my brothers up ahead on their bikes doing the
same thing. I expected an ambush. I expected them to try to take us out. But
because of Wade’s intel, we knew to come into the town from the south.
Some of our brothers who had been here overnight stepped out from their
hiding place to wave us on through. To assure us that we were safe.
As the town came into view, Adelita sat up. Her brown eyes were huge.
clearing in the ghost town first. I was on my guard as I pulled in. The
minute the clearing came into view, every part of me tensed. Diego stood in
the center, flanked by his men . . . his men and my old brotherhood. I
scanned over the Klan soldiers I had trained. They were ready and braced
And then I saw him. Beau. Standing to the side, just behind the front-line
soldiers. My uncle Landry was positioned close to a van. I knew that was
time I’d seen him. He looked bigger in build. But apart from that, he was
the same.
skull when I did. “Shit!” Beau spat and shut the door of the shed. He turned
on the storm light and rushed straight over to me on the camping cot. Beau
made a move to touch me, but quickly thought better of it. “Tanner, that
the kid from the north east gang. The drug dealers.” I wheezed as I sucked
in a slow, controlled breath. “I let him go.”
Beau sighed. “You should have just killed him, Tann.” I frowned at Beau.
He looked like he was serious. But I knew him. He wouldn’t have killed that
kid any more than I would have. I was seventeen. The kid had been only a
few years younger. But he didn’t deserve to die. No matter what my old man
said.
Beau sat down on the cold floor beside the bed. I was told to stay here
until my old man came back for me. In this icebox of a shed. “He’ll beat
follow the rules, Tann. You know that.” It was true. I rarely fought back
against my old man. Beau did. Then again, he wasn’t groomed to be the
heir. For the most part, our old man didn’t even give a fuck about Beau. He
could afford to break the rules. He wouldn’t be almost beaten to death for
Styx and Ky got off their bikes and stood at the front of us all. Everyone
else took that as their cue and got off their bikes too. They filed in behind
the prez and VP, their guns and weapons ready.
Styx looked back at me and nodded. Taking a deep breath, I turned to
Adelita. Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene. “Stay here.” Adelita
was a damn statue. “I’ll come and get you soon.” I opened the truck’s door
slightly. “Remember the plan, baby. Swerve to the left.” Adelita nodded. I
didn’t want to leave her here alone, but I had to show my face. My old
exchange was made, and the prospects were safe, Adelita would swerve to
the left beside Diego, and AK would put bullet right through Diego’s skull.
morphed from hatred to full fucking rage. Confirmation that the heir now
belonged to Hades.
over his wide chest. And when my eyes fixed on his, his lip lifted in disgust
and he spat on the ground at his feet.
And that was it. Proof that my brother hated me too. And I was just gonna
have to be okay with that fact.
“Keep strong, brother,” Tank said under his breath. “Those fuckers ain’t
your family no more.” I breathed deeply and let his words sink in. He was
right. They weren’t my family. He was. Beauty was. These brothers were
my fucking family . . . and that was my woman in the truck. My bitch who
these cunts were trying to take away.
Movement caught my eye and led me to Diego. The minute I saw him, my
veins flooded with the need to kill. To tear him apart limb from limb for
even touching one hair on Adelita’s head. For having the audacity to believe
that he was good enough for her. That he would ever be her motherfucking
husband.
“I’d heard the rumors,” Diego said, addressing me and completely
ignoring Styx and Ky, who were leading the Hangmen. Diego walked
toward us. My brothers clicked the safeties off their guns. “I’d heard the
great White Prince of the Ku Klux Klan had abdicated and fled to the
enemy.” His head cocked to the side, and I wanted to knock his teeth from
His brown eyes went ice cold. “I want to see her first.” He pointed to the
van Landry guarded. “Only then will the exchange take place.”
plan. I approached the truck and saw Adelita sit up straight. I opened the
passenger-side door. “You ready, baby?”
Adelita climbed from the truck. I led her through the Hangmen. I held my
hand back. Adelita slipped her hand in mine and fucking squeezed it tight.
As we broke through the final few brothers, we stood beside Styx and Ky.
Adelita released my hand and walked forward toward Diego.
I saw fire light in Diego’s eyes on seeing Adelita . . . until he saw what she
was wearing. Then that fire lit into a fucking inferno. The cartel princess
stood in biker bitch clothes. “Adelita . . .” Diego said, softly.
“Diego.” No one would ever know my bitch was scared. She stood like a
fucking warrior queen, staring down her ex-fiancé.
myself, wondering what the fuck it was for, when Landry opened the van. I
couldn’t see inside. Then a Klansman came out of the dark cabin, pulling a
beaten woman with blond hair to the ground.
At first I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, who the hell she was,
until Adelita whispered, “No . . .” The woman lifted her swollen eyes at the
sound of Adelita’s voice, and a pained sound ripped from her throat. “No!”
Adelita cried again, and this time tried to run toward the woman. The
beaten bitch had a rope around her throat, the binds rubbing her skin raw. I
grabbed Adelita before she could gain any ground. “Charley!” she cried,
and my head snapped to the woman. Charley . . . Adelita’s best friend. The
Adelita shook in my arms. “My father will kill you when he finds out you
have taken her.”
Without taking his suspicious eyes off me and Adelita, he signaled with
the click of his fingers for Landry to bring out the captives. In seconds they
were being pushed from the van and into the clearing. Flame snarled behind
us, and I felt the tension rise among the brothers as the prospects came
closer. They were beaten, their faces covered in blood. A Klansmen led
them to the center of the clearing and kicked each of them to their knees. I
rocked on the spot, ready to just fucking storm these fuckers and take as
many out as I could. But Adelita turned to look at me.
Diego walked to the prospects and pulled out a knife. Styx held out his
gun, the Hangmen Mute ready to shoot Diego through the skull. Diego
moved beside Slash, reached down and cut the rope that bound him. He
next moved to Zane, and finally to Lil’ Ash.
“Adelita,” Diego said, and jerked his head—a command for Adelita to go
to him. Adelita’s eyes moved from the prospects to Charley, who was being
Diego. He smiled at her. Tank laid his hand on my arm to stop me from
going over there and taking her the fuck back. I breathed, trying to calm
down.
“The kids,” Ky barked.
Diego nodded, but then said, “Oh, just one more thing.” One second he
stood beside Adelita, and the next he had his arm around Lil’ Ash’s throat, a
gun to his head. Looking directly at Ky and Styx, Diego said, “You took
something of mine, now I’ll take something of yours.”
Lil’ Ash’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Flame roared
in rage from behind us and plowed through the men to get to his brother.
Diego released his safety, just as Slash rushed at Ash from the side and
knocked Ash to the ground and out of Diego’s hold. Diego didn’t falter;
instead he turned the gun on Slash and shot a bullet straight through the
kid’s eyes. The world moved to slow motion as Lil’ Ash’s scream ripped
into the air, followed by Smiler’s, who ran from the men toward his cousin
lying on the ground. Blood seeped from his head. Slash’s eyes were open,
staring at nothing.
The world slammed back into real time as Ash pushed off the ground and
ran toward us. Grabbing a couple of guns from Ferg, one of the Florida
chapter’s brothers, he turned back into the clearing and started firing.
Fucking roaring and firing bullet after bullet into Klan and cartel flesh.
Flame was beside him in seconds, guns aimed at the Klan who had started
firing back.
“Zane!” Viking’s voice rang out to the youngest prospect, who was
watching the scene like he didn’t know what the fuck to do. One of the
cartel rushed at Zane, knife ready to stab the kid. A shot rang out in the
distance, and the cartel fucker hit the ground—bullet to the heart. AK. Zane
only took a second to lean down and pick up the cartel prick’s gun. He
followed Ash. I watched as the little fucker started firing slugs at the cartel
and Klan. Two men immediately went down. I was sure the kid had never
killed before . . . He had now.
Ash looked as insane as his brother as the three of them tore bullets
through the Klan and cartel. Ash had snapped. Smiler was on the ground
beside Slash, trying to pull him back to our line, Smiler’s face full of
fucking agony. Tank helped him, but as the kid was dragged past me, I saw
that he was gone.
Diego.
Diego had killed Slash.
Diego had sunk back into the cartel’s protection line. Rushing through the
mass of battling men, I sank my knife into anyone who came my way, firing
my gun and slicing my bullets through their heads. Adelita was rushing
toward me. “Charley! Tanner . . . we need to get Charley!” Adelita fell into
my side, and I searched the clearing for Charley.
Viking was closest to her. “Vike!” Viking turned his head as he fought off
the Klan. “The bitch!” His head snapped to the side as Charley staggered
around, clearly drugged and disorientated. She was trying to escape. Viking
slung his arm around her waist and tried dragging her back. But the bitch
was fighting him. Punching him in the face and striking kicks. She broke
from his arm, just as a Klan solider rushed at Vike. Viking stabbed the
fucker in the neck, then slashed his throat. But before he could get Charley,
she was being pulled back to the cartel line by one of Diego’s men.
“No!” Adelita screamed. “Charley!” Cars and trucks from the cartel and
Klan started roaring out of the clearing.
“Pull back!” Ky ordered as the Klan and cartel started to retreat. Adelita
was fighting to break free and find Charley. I kept hold of her, refusing to
let her go. The clearing was littered with dead bodies. But I couldn’t see
Charley among them.
Viking rushed at Flame and started pulling him back from hacking at a
body that was more than dead. Flame’s black eyes were insane as he fought
Viking. But Vike held strong. “Flame. It’s Vike. We gotta go.” Clarity
seemed to hit Flame. But not his brother. Ash had gone full fucking psycho,
shooting at the dying Klan and cartel until their faces were unrecognizable,
firing bullets into dead bodies just to see them fucking jump.
Styx grabbed Ash’s collar and started yanking him back. The kid started
trying to fight Styx. “Get the fuck off me! I gotta kill them! I gotta fucking
kill them!” he snarled, face red and eyes bloodshot. Fucker was lost to
bloodlust. Styx didn’t even entertain the kid; he just kicked his guns from
his hands and threw him toward the truck.
“He pushed me outta the way!” Ash roared, his voice breaking. “He
fucking took a bullet for me and now he’s dead! That should have been
me!” He punched his chest. “That fucking should have been me!” Flame
rocked on his feet beside his brother. I could see by Flame’s tortured
fucking face that the guy didn’t know what the fuck to do. But when Ash
screamed and fucking roared into the air, Flame grabbed Ash by his neck
and pulled him to his chest.
Ash fucking fell apart as Flame’s eyes squeezed shut, and he breathed fast.
Ash clung onto to Flame, and it didn’t look like he was ever letting go.
AK came gunning toward us. He raced straight to Vike and Zane. He
truck, Ash.” Ash looked like he was about to argue, but he turned and got in
the back next to Zane. The kid’s eyes dropped to his hands that were
covered in blood, and he started rubbing his fingers together, fixated on the
blood.
the way to the truck. Smiler’s face was blank, but his eyes were full of
nothing but fire and pain. My fucking chest tightened when he got in the
truck and cradled Slash’s body to his chest. Tears started fucking streaming
down his face as he kissed his cousin on the head over and over again,
rocking him back and forth.
Adelita watched it too. Her face was wrecked watching reality slam home
to Smiler. Slash was dead. His fucking cousin was dead.
“Lita, come on, baby.” But she didn’t move. She was numb and couldn’t
tear her eyes from Smiler and Slash. I lifted Adelita into the truck and
followed my brothers as they roared out onto the road.
My heart started slamming in my chest as I thought of the way Slash had
rested her head against my chest and put her arm around my waist. She held
on tight to me as we drove all the way home. Her tears drenched my shirt.
When we arrived back at the compound, brothers gathered in the bar. Edge
and Rider were waiting for the men who were injured. I bypassed the bar
and took Adelita straight to our room. I ran the shower and moved to where
she stood. Her eyes were full of tears, and her arms were wrapped around
her waist like she would collapse if she didn’t somehow hold on. “He killed
him,” she whispered when I rubbed my hands up and down her arms. She
was so fucking cold. “He killed him, mi amor . . . he killed that boy and it’s
my fault.”
My stomach dropped seeing her so broken, so sad. Slash was only a few
years younger than Adelita. Right now, she looked so fucking young. “It’s
not your fault, baby. It’s that cunt’s fault. He killed him, not you.” My jaw
clenched just picturing the way Diego put a bullet through Slash’s head.
The fucker had smiled.
“He killed him in revenge. He killed him because I was here . . . he saw
me with you. He can’t stand to fail, Tanner. He will have seen my abduction
as a failure. This is just the beginning of his payback. I’m sure of it.”
Adelita shook more. “Come on.” I guided her to the bathroom and took off
our clothes. I brought her into the hot shower and let the water fall over her
head. I cleaned the blood spatters she’d received in the fighting from her
skin. And I kissed her. I kissed her, so she would forget, if only for one
minute of peace. When I took her to bed, I laid her down and let her break
down.
“It’s wasn’t your fault,” I said. Adelita didn’t speak. She was too
destroyed. I stared at the ceiling as her breathing evened out. I stared at the
darkness and thought of that piece of shit, Diego. Thought of her best friend
who was beaten and being dragged around like a slave, all so Adelita would
comply. Then I thought of Slash as the kid pushed Ash from Diego’s arms.
Thought of that bullet slicing through his skull . . . and his eyes, as they
stayed frozen with death. Smiler as he held him in his arms.
Adelita had fallen asleep. Slipping out of the bed, careful not to wake her,
I threw on a shirt and jeans and left the room. When I walked into the bar, it
was to fucking carnage. Voices were raised—brothers all talking over one
another.
Styx’s loud whistle silenced the room. Everyone turned to him. “We need
a plan,” Ky said as Styx signed. “They’ll be back. That cunt is never letting
this go. He wants Adelita and he isn’t gonna stop at anything until he gets
her.”
Tank’s hand came down on my shoulder. “You good?”
“Yeah.” I wasn’t. But I wasn’t dead, so I kept my mouth shut.
“We took what he sees as his,” Styx continued. “And he wants her back.”
Styx ran his hand through his hair. He paused, like he was thinking
something through. “But I saw that asshole’s eyes. It ain’t only about
Adelita now. We showed him up. Fuckers like him can’t let shit like that go.
So, I’m calling on some of the northern states. We need to end this war
soon. We have more men than him. We have more guns . . .” Styx eyes
hardened. “And that cunt has pissed me off. He killed one of our prospects.
Sent him to the boatman. A fucking kid . . . it’s personal now.”
“Diego is one of the bastards who fucked over Phebe and Sia,” Ky added.
“Fuck the Klan. They’ll die in time. Right now, we’re going after Quintana
and Diego. And we ain’t gonna stop until every single one of them is dead.”
dropped to the table closest to us. I sat down beside him. “Did you see Beau
today?” I nodded. “He was glaring at you like he didn’t even know you.
The piece of shit. He’s your fucking brother. Never thought he was that far
in with the Klan. But the way he was today . . .” Tank exhaled, cutting
still worried for my kid brother. Tank lost some of his anger. “I didn’t see
him in the fight at all. Then again, I didn’t see much apart from my knives
stabbing necks and my bullets shredding through hearts.” I relaxed. But that
meant shit. That battle was a mindfuck of blood and flesh. “Took out some
of our old brothers,” Tank said.
“And how did it feel?”
Tank smiled. “Good, brother. Real fucking good.”
I tipped my head back and ran my hands down my face. It was a shitshow.
All of it. I had no idea if Beau had survived. If Landry had either. But I
knew Diego had. Of course that slippery fucker had. I tried to think what
his next move would be. But my head was filled with Slash’s face as he hit
the ground and Adelita’s cries in bed as she blamed herself.
“Fucking Lil Ash,” Tank said, voice shocked. I looked around the bar.
There was no sign of Flame, Ash, Zane, or Vike.
“He snapped,” I said, and Tank blew out a slow breath in agreement.
“That kid . . . in that moment, he was Flame.”
I thought back to Ash grabbing guns and starting the battle. The
seventeen-year-old kid raining down bullets on the cartel and Klan like he
killed for fun. Tank’s hand came down on my shoulder. “Brace yourself,
Tann. I got a feeling this war is just beginning.” Tank got to his feet. “I’m
gonna find Beauty.” He paused, then looked me in the eye. “You sure
you’re okay? That was heavy shit today. Especially for you.”
“Yeah.”
Tank’s eyes narrowed on me like he could see through my bullshit. But he
slapped my back and left the bar. I walked outside. I needed some fucking
fresh air. The tents from the visiting chapters took up most of the grounds.
Shutting my eyes, I pulled out a smoke and leaned against the wall as I let
the nicotine work its magic. When I was done, I flicked the butt to the
ground and went back inside. Shucking off my clothes, I climbed in bed
beside Adelita and wrapped my arm around her waist. I was keeping my
bitch close.
Adelita had always been full of light. A damn firecracker from the minute
I met her. But when Slash fell tonight, I saw that fire in her die out.
I kissed her damp hair and moved my arm around her chest. And I fucking
held on all night while she slept. I replayed today in my head like a damn
record stuck on repeat . . . Beau, Landry, Diego, Slash . . . everything.
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Chapter Twelve
Adelita
I thought it fitting that the rain fell hard on our heads. My body was numb
as I stared at the coffin. It was closed, the wound too severe on the
casket was lowered into the ground by Hangmen. My eyes fixed on Slash’s
cousin. Smiler’s face was racked with pain so severe that I felt it crack my
heart. I looked around the people here. At the men who had lost a brother. A
man cut down in his prime. I looked at the women, and the sadness that
And I looked to the other two prospects. The remaining two boys who
Diego had taken. The younger of the two appeared haunted as his friend
was laid to rest—coins on his eyes as per Hangmen tradition. But it was
Asher that I focused on. His face wasn’t sad like everyone else’s. It was
furious, his dark eyes savage in their glare. His body was so tightly tensed
he looked like he was going to snap at any moment. His black hair stuck to
his face as the rain sluiced down and drenched him. But his eyes never
moved from the coffin, like if he stared hard enough, he could resurrect his
friend.
My stomach fell. Because he never would. He would never have his best
friend back. And he would probably forever blame himself for Slash
pushing him out of the way. When it was my fault. It was all my fault.
Diego killed that young man because of me.
All this pain . . . all this violence and death was my fault.
Tanner’s hand sought out mine, giving it a brief squeeze before he let go. I
couldn’t look at him as the men lowering Slash into the ground stepped
back from the grave. Every one of the Hangmen took out their guns.
As Smiler started shoveling the dirt over the coffin, Styx fired a single
shot into the air, the sound causing the birds to scatter from the surrounding
trees. Like a rehearsed dance, the rest of the Hangmen fired numerous shots
into the air. But Asher still didn’t move. His midnight eyes stayed fixed on
the quickly covered coffin, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists
at his side. I tore my eyes away, unable to witness such pain and rage, only
to find Saffie flickering covert, worried glances toward Asher. She stood
under her mother’s umbrella, holding onto Phebe as always. It was like
Saffie couldn’t stand without her mother’s help. But her eyes kept drifting
to Asher. He never once noticed her looking. And I thought it was a shame.
Asher clearly needed someone to comfort him right now. And Saffie looked
When the final shot rang out, silence fell around the forest. We all watched
as the last of the dirt was thrown over the coffin, and Smiler brought over a
temporary cross to stand at the head of the grave. Tanner had told me that a
swore, with each hit of the hammer on the simple wooden cross, I saw a
part of his soul disappear. The rain had lessened enough for me to realize
that the drops falling down Smiler’s cheeks were not rain. But tears for the
cousin he would never see again, the family member he had lost. I could no
longer fight the lump in my throat at the sight of such a strong man
breaking. Only to become worse when the doctor I knew as Rider came
forward and put his hand on Smiler’s arm. Smiler’s hands shook as he hit
the cross for the final time. Then like a dam cracking, he turned his head
into Rider’s chest and agonized cries soared from his shattered heart.
It was too much. The guilt, the pain and the knowledge that it was all
because of me that Slash was dead. That Smiler had lost his cousin. Tanner
face in his cut and let the familiar scent of Tanner and leather warm me. But
it was no use. I was cold. And I wasn’t sure if I could ever feel warmth
again.
“Come on,” Tanner urged. I saw guilt written on his features too. Was this
all our fault? Was this man dead because we had needed to be together so
much? I wanted to ask Tanner, but I was too scared. I didn’t want to know
the answer.
Tanner put his arm around my shoulders and took us toward Smiler. Each
of the Hangmen were walking to him and putting their hand on his back in
silent support. Rider had stayed beside him the entire time. We stayed back
and waited until it was our turn. My lip trembled as we approached him,
and as I met his haunted eyes, I couldn’t speak. Tanner laid his hand on his
back.
“I am sorry,” I mouthed, and felt that I had never spoken so little for such
great meaning in my entire life. Smiler didn’t answer. I wasn’t even sure if
Tanner guided me through the forest and back toward the clubhouse. I
stared at Hades on Viking’s cut up ahead. I stared at the dark god, noose in
one hand and a gun in the other. I wondered if he had taken Slash into his
club. We made our way into the bar, and brothers started drinking. I quickly
realized that tonight wasn’t for quiet contemplation, but for drinking and
in. It was to drink to a fallen brother, before the act of revenge would
inevitably follow.
We sat at a table. I felt Tanner’s eyes on me. I didn’t look up. My chest
was swirling with too many emotions, and I knew he would see straight
through me. Tanner always had. And right now, I needed to be alone with
I looked around the bar, at all the men and women. Smiler and Ash hadn’t
made an appearance, nor had Rider. Zane was with AK and Phebe. At the
funeral, the boy had never looked up from the floor. I remembered him
shooting men two and three times his age, his bullets hitting hearts and
heads and necks. And I wondered if he could sleep at night, or if the faces
came to haunt him. AK had put his arm around his Zane’s shoulder at the
beginning of the service and kept him close. That boy clung to him like a
magnet.
It made me think of Smiler and Slash and how Smiler had been alone as he
buried his cousin. “Where’s Slash’s mother?” I asked Tanner. “His father?”
Tanner must have understood who I meant. “Don’t know.” He ran his hand
through my hair. “Smiler isn’t a talker. Don’t know anything but he was in
the army. Don’t know how he came to be here. Don’t know much about
Slash either.”
onto Slash’s coffin. “He had no family with him. He has no one to love
him.” Tanner pulled me close. The quiet comfort in his embrace was short
lived as Tank and Beauty came and sat down beside us.
“Drinks?” Tank said somberly. Tanner got up with Tank and headed to the
bar. I watched the two best friends walking together, and in that moment
was eternally grateful for Tank. He had been there for Tanner when he was
a beaten lost boy. Tank had been the one to save him in so many ways. He
had been there when Tanner no longer wanted the Klan. And Tank had
given him a home amongst these men, a refuge when he had nowhere else
to go.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Beauty’s voice pulled me from staring at Tanner
and Tank. I turned to Beauty who was studying me. “I can see it in your
eyes, darlin’. You blame yourself.”
Beauty sighed. “The Hangmen took you, sweetie. From your home before
anyone knew who you were.” Although that was correct, it was little
comfort. Beauty edged closer to me. She pointed to the men in the room.
“You are cartel, Lita. I know you get this life more than anyone who has
walked through the doors on the arm of a brother before now. So, you don’t
need me to tell you that anyone who swears his allegiance to this club, to
this life, does it knowing the risks. Any brother who slips on a cut with
Hades on the back knows that he might not live to see the next day.” She
sighed. “It’s hard. And when something like this happens, to someone so
young, it hurts twice as bad.” Beauty took hold of my hand. “But blaming
yourself won’t bring him back. It’ll only cause you a lifetime of pain.”
Tanner and Tank came back over to the table with our drinks. I stood and
moved to wrap my arms around Tanner. His eyes were suspicious. I kissed
him. Tanner kissed me back. When I pulled away, I said, “I’m going to the
bathroom.”
passed the medical room that Edge and Rider worked from. Checking no
one was around, I tried the knob. It opened, and I slipped inside the dark
room. Using the light from the moon outside, I searched through the
drawers until I found what I was looking for. Putting it my pocket, I went
into Tanner’s room and placed it where it was accessible but out of sight.
Going to the desk Tanner worked from, I pulled open the drawer and took
out one of the burner cells. Making sure the door was locked, I turned the
cell on and called the number. The minute the cell clicked on, I said, “En
cuatro horas nos vemos en el sur de la propiedad Hangmen. Me regreso a
casa.” I hung up, turned off the cell and put it back in the drawer exactly
Tanner finished his whiskey, then got to his feet. Before we left, I reached
down and hugged Beauty. She smiled at me when I pulled back. “Thank
you for everything,” I said so only she could hear me. “And for caring for
Tanner like you do. You’re his family.”
Tanner put his arm around me, and we walked to our room. We passed
Phebe and Saffie, and I gave them a small wave. My chest felt full when
Saffie gave a shy wave back. The minute we were back in the room, I
locked the door. Tanner went to his computer and checked something. I
didn’t know what. He didn’t know I was watching him. And I was glad.
Because I got to commit him to memory. His blue eyes and light lashes.
The stern face that lit up only around me. His lips that so beautifully kissed
mine, and his hands that always sought to hold me. Always touched me and
told me, without words, that he loved me more than I ever thought I would
ever be loved.
said. Tonight was for silence, and me showing this man how much I loved
and adored him. How he had given me more in the short times we had
managed to be together than some people got after forty years. I wanted
him to know that I cherished him and what he had given up for us. And I
was proud of him. Proud of the abused boy who had walked away from his
aggressive and controlling father and had risen out of his darkness and into
the safety of light.
Tanner rolled on top of me and started taking off my clothes. I let him
touch me softly and slowly, his fingers caressing my skin. I let him drop my
clothes to the floor, then crawl above me, kissing every inch of my body. I
sat up, so we were kneeling on the bed. I pushed off his cut, lifted his shirt
above his head and pushed down his jeans. Tanner’s breathing increased as
I ran my hands over his broad chest, kissing every scar and old wound I
could find. Finally, I ended up at his mouth. I kissed him gently, threading
moan, I placed my hands on Tanner’s chest and stared down at his face. I
never looked away. Not once. I watched as his breathing grew labored. As
his pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed as I rocked back and forth.
Tanner’s hands ran over my body, admiring my every curve like an artist
admired his muse. I savored the feeling. I took every touch into my heart
and let it find in there a home. My gaze stayed locked on Tanner’s as
pressure started to build in my thighs. I felt him pulse inside me. Even as I
shattered apart, Tanner following me over the edge, I watched his beautiful
face tense with pleasure, his eyes closing as his hands gripped my thighs. I
was sure there was no one in the world who loved another like I did him in
that moment.
And I was sure no one’s heart had broken so slowly, so painfully, that
wrapped around my back. I held back the tears that were threatening to fall.
“Ti amo, Tanner Ayers . . . sempre.”
We stayed that way until I heard Tanner’s breathing even out. Careful not
to wake him, I moved to lie beside him, staring at the bedside clock. Time
retrieved the cable ties he used for his computer wires and moved to the
bed. I took a moment to stop and stare at him in sleep. His face was free
from the usual lines that adorned his face. In sleep, he was at peace and free
from all the worries that I knew plagued him every waking hour of every
day.
He was the most beautiful to me this way—unburdened. Not haunted by
his past.
Seeing I only had a short time to leave, I first looped the cable ties around
his ankles, tightened them, then moved to his wrists. I moved him gently, so
I wouldn’t wake him. Retrieving the needle I had hidden earlier tonight, I
placed it down on the nightstand, then ran my finger across his forehead to
rouse him from sleep. Tanner’s eyes flickered open, and my heart started to
beat a heady rhythm. I was nervous . . . and I warded off the devastation
up short when his arm and leg pulled at the iron bed rails. His eyes
suddenly widened when he tried to get to me and he found he couldn’t
move. He quickly shed any remaining sleep.
this death.” I shut my eyes, remembering Slash’s frozen face as he hit the
ground from Diego’s bullet.
“Lita . . . baby, untie me.” His voice was steady, but I heard the hint of
panic slipping through. “You’re upset and tired.” He pulled on his arm
shake “no.” “If I stay, mi amor, he will never give up.” I cleared my throat.
“I cannot do that to these people. To Mae and Charon, Lilah and Grace.
Beauty, Phebe, Sia . . . and Saffie. Lord knows they have all been so much.”
I thought of Ash and his dead eyes. Of Zane and the vacant haunted look he
wore. I took a step toward Tanner and ran my hand down his stubbled
cheek. He didn’t pull away. He seemed frozen with shock. “You have a
good life here, baby. These men . . . they care for you. Tank and Beauty . . .
they love you. They are your family.”
“Lita, untie me.” His voice was harder, and I saw the anger start to build in
his ice-blue eyes. He yanked on the bars, but the ties held. Sitting on the
edge of the bed, I touched Tanner’s chest, his face, and ran my fingertips
around his lips.
Finally, my hand rested over his heart. “It’s beating so fast,” I whispered.
“You’re trying to leave me,” Tanner bit, and yanked at his arms. “You
can’t fucking leave me, baby. Please . . .” When Tanner’s voice grew hoarse
with emotion, it ruined me. But I kept pushing through. My eyes misted and
blurred my vision. But I didn’t fight it. With every word spoken, I was
losing a piece of my soul. I doubted any of it would be with me when I left.
“Just you and me. No prejudices or hatred would be a part of our lives. No
one would disagree with our union. Culture or skin color would not even be
a factor.” I smiled. “You would simply love me, and I would simply love
you.” I felt like I could physically feel my heart tearing into shreds as I
shared my hopes. “But this life doesn’t hold that dream for us, mi amor.” I
shook my head. “It has always been a fight.” I dropped my forehead to his
and watched as a tear fell from the corner of his eye. I couldn’t bear the
sight. I couldn’t bear to see this strong man, the man I loved with my entire
heart, so hurt. “It has to be this way, baby. I must stop the pain. I have to try
to make things better for everyone.”
Tanner pulled back. “No!” he bit and thrashed on the bed. I saw the cable
tie on his left hand strain. “If you go back to Mexico, they’ll fucking kill
you!” He spoke fast. Urgently. “Diego won’t forgive you for running back
to me at the exchange. Your father will kill you for being with me, period. It
isn’t safe, baby.” He sucked in a breath. “It’s a fucking suicide mission.
You’re going back to die.”
I knew that. I was prepared for it . . . but there was no other way. Tanner
must have seen the resolution in my face because he roared, “No! I won’t
let you go! I’ll come after you. You won’t make it anywhere close to
Mexico.” I lifted the needle, and Tanner’s face paled. “Lita, no . . . no,
baby . . . do not fucking do this!” His voice cut off and he lost all strength.
“I can’t . . . I can’t fucking do this without you.” His head shook. “This
life . . . all this freedom . . . it means fuck all if I don’t have you.”
I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “You will live, Tanner Ayers. You
are strong, and you will love again.”
Tanner fought so hard against the restraints, I worried I had left things too
late. Taking the needle, I pushed it into his neck and saw him immediately
weaken. His blue eyes locked on mine as I saw him fighting against the pull
of the drug. It was the one Edge had used on me when they took me from
Mexico.
Cupping Tanner’s face, I kissed him on the lips and said, “I do not regret a
thing. Not a single thing. If I knew all I would get in a lifetime were these
few stolen moments with you, I would take the pain and hurt all over again.
I’d do it over and over, and over again.”
Tanner made a pained noise, but his eyes started to close. I stayed with
him, stroking his cheek until he was out. A pained sob slipped from my
throat. I let the devastation consume me for a few minutes, until I pulled
myself together. Leaving the room, I walked out into the night air. I heard
the men in the bar, drunk and lost to mourning a fallen brother. I had
counted on them being inebriated.
Walking to the forest that surrounded the compound like a shield, I sank
into the depth of the trees and was quickly lost from view by the thick
covering of foliage. I followed the dirt path for over an hour. I lost track of
time after that, just kept heading south until I came to a break in the fence.
A road lay beyond. I was numb, forcing myself to block out any feelings I
had about leaving Tanner behind. Of seeing Diego and my papa again.
The minute I stepped out onto the pitch-black road, low lights from a
waiting car glared, and the car came toward me. The back door opened, and
I slipped inside. Two of Diego’s guards were in the front seats. They had
guns at the ready, and their eyes scanned the forest.
“No one is coming,” I said, slipping back into Spanish. “This isn’t a trap.”
They clearly didn’t believe me, and drove slowly, checking for an ambush.
When we were away from the compound and taking back roads to Lord
knew where, they kept their focus on the rearview mirror, I assumed for any
sign of attack.
Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around my waist. I found I couldn’t
breathe when I thought of Tanner, and leaving him behind. Of him begging
me not to go.
I rubbed at my chest and tried to stave off the panic I felt building inside
me. And I fought it as we arrived on a rural airfield and took my father’s
private plane back to Mexico. As the plane soared into the sky, dawn began
to break. The sky boasted a vibrant pink painting. I stared at the Texan
ground below me and prayed, with everything I had, that Tanner would one
day find happiness. And that one day again, in the next life or beyond, we
*****
I stared at the hacienda and had to fight my hands from shaking. I didn’t
know what awaited me beyond the familiar wooden doors. But I wasn’t the
woman who had left. I was coming back with knowledge of my father and
ex-fiancé that I would never have previously believed.
The car came to a halt, and the guard who’d picked me up opened the
door. I climbed out and made my way up the stairs. When I went inside, the
foyer seemed cold and barren. And I now knew this was a house built on
the pain and suffering of innocent women. On their loss of freedom and
blood.
Carmen came rushing from the direction of my suites. The woman who
had taken care of me since I was a child threw her arms around me and held
me tightly. I held her back. “Adelita,” she whispered, and I saw relief on her
face. “Come. Let us get you cleaned up and out of these clothes.” I glanced
down at my black jeans, boots, and the Hangmen tank Beauty had given
me. I felt a sudden urge to push Carmen away.
“I am going to see my father.” I headed in the direction in his office.
until he saw it was me. Then his eyes absorbed what I was wearing. His
face wore an angry expression. “I told Carmen to make sure you were to
rest before I came to see you.”
“Tell me it isn’t true,” I demanded, working hard to stop my voice from
shaking. My father’s head tilted to the side. As he sat before me, I felt like I
was staring down a stranger. “Tell me it isn’t true.”
“What isn’t true?”
“The women,” I said, my voice losing strength. “The women and young
girls you steal and sell to men for sex. To be slaves and God knows what
else.”
My father was good. I knew there were years of schooling his expression
—to enemies and business partners—that made sure his face remained
neutral. But I was his daughter. And I saw, by a flash in his eyes, that it was
true. It was all true. I knew this, of course. But to witness the lack of guilt in
his eyes, eyes I had admired all my life . . . it was like taking a hammer to
my heart.
“Why?” I whispered.
Papa changed in an instant. The ruse was gone, and he collapsed back in
his chair. This was Alfonso Quintana. This was the man, the face people
saw before he had them killed . . . before he raped them. This was the man
who took Saffie over and over again. “It’s business.” He sighed. “You
wouldn’t understand.”
“I wouldn’t understand?” I laughed at the assumed naivety. “What
wouldn’t I understand?” My voice raised a notch in volume. Adrenaline
fueled my every move. “I wouldn’t understand that you kidnap women
them to endure you taking them against their will? Children. Fucking
children!” My chest rose and fell with the anger that was pumping through
my muscles. My father’s face reddened. I had never spoken to him this way.
I had never disobeyed him. Never even cursed in front of him. Silence
thickened the air. “When?” I demanded. “When did this start? How long
have you been trafficking women?”
“Since you.” My eyes snapped to Diego. He was watching me with a smug
smirk. And I was sure he caught the blood draining from my face. My
mouth opened, ready to speak, but no words came . . . me? What the hell
was he talking about? Diego saw my confusion. “You were the first,
Adelita.” Diego looked to my father, who had turned just as white. “That’s
right, isn’t it, Alfonso? She was the first?”
through the head. I screamed as blood spattered the wall behind my father
and his body slumped in the chair. His forehead hit the desk with a thud.
Blood started to flood from his wound.
Heartbeat thudding in my ears, I barely registered Diego calling someone
on his cell, until I heard the sound of gunshots thundering in and around the
house. Panicked, I turned in the direction of the door. All I could hear were
screams and shouts, and bullet after bullet leaving the barrel of guns.
“The house is mine,” Diego stated, making me turn his way. My knees
were weak. Fear was all I could feel. Diego straightened his suit jacket, like
he hadn’t just killed my father and all his men in the hacienda.
“Carmen . . .” I whispered.
“No one loyal to your father can be kept alive.” Instant sorrow burrowed
in my chest. Diego’s arrogance shone through in his tall stance. “It has
taken me years to sway enough men to my side, Adelita. Years. Your father
was a weak leader. Too concerned with women and acting the perfect cartel
boss.” He shrugged. “I have plans for this cartel. Plans that exclude your
father and the dead weight he calls his best men.”
Diego kept his cool. “They couldn’t have children.” I froze, confused by
his stark change in topic. “Your mother and father.” He paused, allowing me
catch up. “At least those you believed were your parents.” My eyes
widened, and I tried to keep my cool. But I didn’t know how. What was he
saying? Diego sat down on the seat opposite my father—my dead father. I
couldn’t look at the body. Neither could I move. I was rooted to the spot.
“He killed her, Adelita. Your father. He killed your mother when she found
out what he’d done.”
The air seemed too thick to inhale, and my lungs were fighting against it.
My hand came to my chest. “You were the resolution to a deal gone
wrong.” He shrugged as if my life was nothing. “I don’t know the full story.
But I know your biological father owed Quintana a lot of money. Your
“No . . .” I said, but everything started to make sense. The lack of pictures.
The fact he wouldn’t talk of my mother. “But Carmen,” I said. “Carmen
told me I looked like her.”
Diego laughed and shook his head. “You’re so naïve, Adelita.” My
stomach fell. “Everyone who worked for your father was paid to say
I was payment to him for a debt? I was nothing more than a pet? A thing
he bought and raised, crafted to be his perfect cartel daughter?
I could see the happiness on Diego’s face. The satisfaction that he had
been the one to tell me this secret. And he had shot my father . . . removing
the only person who could have given me answers. The only person able to
tell me the person I really was, who my parents were.
“I hate you,” I spat out, and pushed him from me with my hands on his
chest. Diego fell back a few steps, and his smug smile melted away. He
struck out and sliced his hand across my face. My head snapped back with
the force of the blow. Before I even had a chance to recover, he slammed
me back against the wall, knocking the air from my lungs. “You think I
don’t know you’ve spread your legs for the Nazi?” His words quickly
cleared my head. I met his eyes. They were furious. “You think I don’t
know the great White Prince of the Ku Klux Klan killed Vincente?” My
pulse and heart raced in one fast beat.
But this time it was my turn to smile. Diego would kill me. I knew that. I
had nothing left to lose. “I love him,” I said boldly, and felt myself calm as
those words came from my mouth. I leaned in close. “He is everything to
me, and no one, not a single person, could ever compare.”
“He’s dead,” Diego threatened. I rejoiced that my words had hit their
intended target. The triumph was short lived. “The Klan are here in Mexico.
We are readying to destroy the Hangmen. And I’ll be the one to take that
cunt out.”
Instant fear for Tanner suffocated my heart. “You are no match for him.” I
looked him up and down, seeing him for the wicked man he was. “In any
way.”
Diego’s fist flew out, and he punched me. He hit me over and over until
my ears rang and the world tilted. I could taste nothing but blood in my
mouth. Diego gripped my hair and dragged me through the hacienda. I tried
to take in what was happening. Bodies littered the floor. I saw Carmen’s
lifeless body on the mezzanine outside my rooms. Diego opened the door
and threw me inside. I hit the floor with a thud. “I’ll be back for you,”
Diego promised. “And I’ll enjoy every minute of killing you, princesa.
Every last fucking minute.” His threat washed over me as he headed to the
door.
“Where is Charley?” I demanded to know. “Where is her father? He won’t
tolerate this! He will come for you, Diego!”
Diego turned around. “Bennett is dead by my own hand. The kill ordered
by your father weeks ago. He was no longer effective as a distributor. We
gave another Californian outlet the contract.” I stopped breathing. “And as
for your best friend . . . she is long gone.”
breaths. My face throbbed from Diego’s fists, but I crawled to the tapestry
that hid the underground tunnel. When I pulled back the tapestry, nothing
but brick wall greeted me.
A dark kind of acceptance settled over me as the last hope of freedom was
when I brought out the cotton ring Tanner had given me.
As I lay on the bed, I slipped the ring on my finger and pictured his
smiling face. Diego could come and take me. He could kill me as slowly
and as painfully as he wanted. But I would die with Tanner’s ring on my
Somehow.
Someday.
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Chapter Thirteen
Tanner
My head ached like I had a hangover. My mind was foggy, too full of a
thick mist I couldn’t clear. My mouth was dry; my tongue felt swollen. I
moved my legs and arms, but they were numb and lethargic. And the
minute I tried to get up, something held me in place. My heart started
racing, like it knew what was wrong before my mind could catch up. I
opened my eyes, the light from outside slicing through my head like a
blade.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my words slurring. My heart was a fucking drum as I
fought to push the rest of the fog from my brain. I thrashed against
A needle . . .
Images started barreling into my brain. I dream that one day, in another
life, we might find one another again . . . I dream that we meet each other in
some distant future and recognize one another’s souls. And we’ll be
found . . .
I felt like a crowbar had been taken to my chest, remembering everything
she’d said. Every fucking thing she’d said before she’d left. “Adelita . . .” I
“Adelita!” I hissed as my eyes searched the room. It was empty. I saw the
sun again and tried to think if it was light or dark the last time I’d seen her.
I shook my head when I couldn’t piece it together. I pulled harder at the
ties. The plastic only tightened, ripping into my flesh. I didn’t give a fuck as
the blood ran down my skin. I pulled and pulled, but the fuckers wouldn’t
give.
“Adelita!” I boomed out, and gave everything I had to tear these fuckers
off the bed posts. “ADELITA!” The cable tie on my right arm gave way. I
room.
I looked to the doorway. Tank was in his jeans, no shirt, gun in hand. His
pocket knife from his jeans and snapped the cable ties at my ankles and
wrist, ignoring the blood and torn flesh. I launched from the bed and threw
searched every room I could find, but she wasn’t anywhere. I punched
through the door of the bar. There was no one there either.
“Adelita!” I screamed. I turned and raced back to my room. Tank was right
behind me.
“What the fuck’s all the noise, mate? Some of us are about to fuck our
sluts for the fourth time and all I can hear is your fucking mouth. It’s off-
“Four?” Vike asked Rudge, shocked . . . then he smiled and folded his
arms over his big chest. “I’m on round six.” Tank went over to the door and
slammed it shut.
searching for any airports nearby. Any of them which had a last-minute
private flight booked in. I stopped when I saw a small airport not too far
away had a last-minute flight scheduled before it had been quickly deleted
from its system. But I hacked my way in enough to find a trace. It hadn’t
had a time or flight numbers logged—that told me everything I needed to
fucking know.
I was on my feet and throwing my shirt and cut on. I rushed to the door,
but Tank grabbed my arm. “Tanner. Where the fuck is Lita?”
“Gone!” I snapped and pulled my arm back. My heart fired off again, and
panic fucking whipped through me. “She fucked me, tied me to the bed,
“What? Why?”
I ran my hands down my face. I could still feel the last of the drug in my
system. My legs and arms moved slowly. But I had to go. I had to stop her
I pushed out of the door and ran to my bike in the yard. I hadn’t even
started the engine when Tank came out and jumped on his bike too. I didn’t
Tank waited for me to pull out and then was right on my tail. I didn’t
fucking care if the Klan or cartel were near. I’d fucking welcome the chance
to tear someone apart right now. I drove so fast my Fat Boy roared along
An old control tower sat to the left. Blood like rapids in my veins, I parked
up and smashed through the door. Racing up the stairs, I busted through the
entrance to the main center. Some middle-aged fucker jumped to his feet.
Mexico?” The guy’s face turned bright red as my hands tightened. “Speak,
Mexico.”
“Was there a woman on board?” Tank must have realized I couldn’t speak,
“Yes.” I closed my fucking eyes and pushed the guy from me. “Her and a
couple of men. All Mexican.” I heard the guy swallow. “They paid me to
from the system so I wouldn’t be found out. They told me when they
I slammed them into the controls below me. I punched the fucking things
until the lights started flickering out. “Tann!” Tank’s voice cut through my
red mist. But I only pushed past him and rushed down the stairs. As soon as
I hit the fresh air, I held my head and fucking screamed. Adelita was gone.
I heard Tank come out of the door behind me. Yanking on my arm, he
pulled me around and gripped my face. “We’ll get her. We’ll tell Styx and
“They’ll kill her,” I rasped, as the truth of those words started to hit me.
“They’ll fucking kill her because she’s with me . . . and she knew it. She
“It might not be too late,” Tank said, trying to be convincing, and pushed
I got on my bike and pulled out of the airport, heading back toward the
compound. But I fucking knew. She’d be killed. Some dark kind of intuition
tore in my gut, telling me so.
The minute we got back to the compound, all the Austin chapter brothers
were in the bar. Tank must have called them from his bike. I hadn’t seen
him do it. But then I hadn’t noticed much of anything on the way back. All I
was thinking about was Adelita. About her face as she told me goodbye. All
Bitch was wrong. Without her, there was no fucking me. Everything I’d
We entered the bar, and all the brothers looked my way. Styx and Ky got
to their feet. “She’s gone,” I said before anyone else could speak.
“We just checked. She left on a plane this morning to Mexico,” Tank
added.
I could see the suspicious looks on the faces of my brothers. Apart from
Smiler and Ash. Smiler just looked fucking dead inside. Eyes lifeless. And
Ash looked like he was about to stab any fucker that pissed him off.
“She didn’t leave because she wanted to.” I made sure all my brothers
were listening. “She left because she knew if she didn’t go they’d be
coming for her.” I met Styx’s and Ky’s eyes. “She wanted to protect your
old ladies from getting hurt. Your old ladies and your kids.” I fisted my
hands. “And she did it knowing she’d fucking die the minute Diego got her
back.”
“She did it to protect us.” Tank backed me up. “She risked her life to help
us. To protect our families. To try and stop another cartel attack on us. So
we gotta go and get her. She’s Tann’s old lady. She’s one of us now. It’s
what we do.”
I couldn’t read Styx’s face, couldn’t tell what the fuck he was thinking. He
raised his hands to say something, when Wrox and the brothers from his
chapter came bursting through the door. Wrox plowed past us and flew his
fist straight into Flame’s face. Flame launched off his chair. Vike and AK
were beside him in seconds. Flame rushed at Wrox and knocked the stupid
motherfucker on his ass. Flame jumped on top of him and started smashing
at his face. AK and Vike charged at Wrox’s men who had tried to rip Flame
from Wrox.
Rudge was next to dive in. Only this fucker had fists that could kill with
one punch. In a matter of minutes, Rudge had knocked two of the chapter
out cold, smiling as they slammed to the floor. The commotion brought
pulling the brothers apart. AK yanked Flame off Wrox, whose face was
nothing but swelling and blood. But Wrox rolled to his feet and spat at
Flame. Flame’s eyes were savage, promising Wrox a slow and painful
death.
“What the fuck do you think y’all are doing?” Ky asked, standing between
our chapter and theirs.
Wrox’s men held him back. “He killed him.” As the words fell from
Wrox’s mouth, the room grew in tension. “That psycho fucking killed
Hick.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ky demanded.
Wrox held up his hands. I noticed his cut and shirt. They were coated in
blood . . . and it wasn’t his, or Flame’s.
Styx walked next to Ky. The prez eyeballed the fuck out of every brother
in the room. Nobody moved as Styx silently promised that anyone who did
would be under his knife. Styx raised his hands. “This true?” he asked
Flame. As usual Ky spoke for the prez.
“I never killed that cunt,” Flame snarled, beginning to pace the floor. “I
wanted to. I wanted to rip open his fucking heart and hold it in my hands.”
“He fucking slit his throat,” Wrox said coldly, slowly. “Hick was tied to
the chair, and Flame slit his throat. Hick couldn’t even fight back.”
“I said I never touched him!” Flame growled, and charged at Wrox again.
AK reached for him, dragging him back, and stopped touching him before
Flame went nuclear.
“Well, if he didn’t kill him, who the fuck did?” Wrox asked.
“Me.” A voice sounded from the back of the room. Lil Ash stepped
forward. The kid stopped right beside his brother. Flame was glaring at
Wrox and the other chapter. Scanning them to see if any of them dare move
Ash smiled. But it wasn’t a good fucking smile. Not the kind we normally
got from the kid. The smile that kid wore was sadistic and fucked up. “Me.”
Ash stepped forward again and held up his knife . . . a knife that was coated
in blood. “I went to that shed, took my knife, went to Hick, and slit his
throat. Slowly. Staring right into his fucking eyes as he drained of blood.”
“You little shit—” Wrox ran at Ash, but Ky held him back by his cut.
“He deserved it,” Ash said, his voice calm. Not showing an ounce of
for them to catch us. And he fucking killed Slash! That cunt was on
borrowed time the second he gave that order.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ash,” AK snapped and pulled the kid beside him. Ash
shrugged AK off, his black eyes glaring at Wrox.
“What the fuck kinda club you running here?” Wrox spoke to Styx. “You
ordered Hick to be left in that shed until you would deal with him. That’s
club rules. Yet one of your prospects goes against you, and the club, and
slits his throat. A fucking kid undermining the mother chapter’s prez? That
how it is here now?” Styx’s harsh stare shut Wrox the fuck up.
“How’d you even get in?” Ky asked Ash. “You don’t have the key.”
“I let him in.” My eyes cut to Smiler, who was still sitting at the table.
Brother hadn’t even bothered to get up when the shitshow started. Just sat
there, watching. Smiler lifted his eyes, glass of whiskey in his hand. “I took
Ash down to the shed when he asked, let him in . . . then I watched him kill
gone to the boatman.” He took a sip of his whiskey. “With no coins on his
eyes.”
Wrox and his chapter threw the first fist. The room became a storm of
hands and knives and blood. I stepped back and ran my hands over my
fucking head. Adelita . . . fucking Adelita! Were they even fucking listening
to me about my bitch? They needed to cut this shit over a brother that had
deserved to die and help me get her back. I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t
fucking have time!
Tank looked back at me, then held my arms. “I swear, Tann. We’ll get her
back. We’ll get a plan together and go.” Bull shouted for Tank as he was
taken on by two men. Tank whipped his head back, then ran to help his
friend. Styx and Ky were fighting too. Ash and Flame . . . every fucker was
fighting, not fucking listening to me.
I needed to get a plan. I had no fucking time to fight. I needed to get to
Adelita. Making my way to the door, I hit any asshole who came at me. By
the time I’d made it out the door, my knuckles were red, raw and ripped. I’d
left a trail of broken noses and fractured jaws. They’d chosen the wrong
fucking day to mess with me. But I didn’t care. I just headed for my room.
up the cameras in the hacienda. My heart fucking stopped when I saw the
connection was gone. The cameras had been cut. There was nothing but
black screens . . .
What did that mean?
my head. I jumped to my feet and paced. I needed to get across the border
and into Quintana territory. I needed to get to her before they killed her . . .
We’re all en route to Mexico. Will be there soon. Diego has killed
Quintana and has taken the house and his men.
My eyes fucking widened. Shit. SHIT! That meant Adelita was now under
that cunt’s control.
Adelita was dead, I knew it. . . A pain so great stabbed in my stomach that
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was too tight, my fucking heart
struggling to function.
Adelita would be dead. Numbness spread through my body like poison,
slowing my heart. Filling me with nothing but the need for revenge.
Diego has called us all down to plan the final attack on the Hangmen.
Beau is here. Your father and uncle arrive in a couple of days due to some
business in Texas. It’s everyone in one place. Diego wants blood . . . even
that of the kids. He’s planning on wiping them all out—no Hangmen left at
all. This is personal.
But most of all, he wants you. And he’s not the only one. The Klan. The
fact you stood against us with the Hangmen at the exchange . . . all the
brothers want you punished. They want you dead.
I stared at the fucking screen. At the fact that the cartel and Klan were all
joining together to kill me. They both wanted me. And I thought of Adelita.
Thought of living in a world where she didn’t exist. I’d left the Klan for her.
I’d changed my life for her.
Without her, what was the point?
I hit reply.
My fingers hovered over the keys. They were fucking shaking, and my
chest was so tight I found it too hard to breathe.
part of me that wasn’t aching. And then the stab fucking hit. The agonizing
slice through my fucking heart that brought me to my knees. My lungs
turned to iron, refusing to work. I gasped, fucking trying to take in air,
fucking something. But it was useless. My palms slammed to the floor and
a fucking roar ripped from my throat. It was all my fault . . . Adelita was
dead because of me. Because she came back to me. Because they believed
she was never meant to be mine. Fucking tears fell from my eyes when I
pictured her dead, on the floor, those fucking brown eyes I loved so much
I’m giving myself up. I’m coming to Mexico. The Klan—Beau, my father
and uncle—and Diego can have me. They can kill me.
I hit send.
Why the fuck would you do that? It’s suicide.
I read his response, and a strange kind of peace settled in me. Good.
Arrange it. Tell me when and where. I’m coming in.
Wade gave me what I asked for, and I closed down all my computers,
wiping anything that would lead the Hangmen to where I was going. Taking
a piece of paper, I wrote to Tank.
Tank,
Just want to say thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You were
there when I was in the Klan. You were there for me even when you left. You
were there when I left too. You always had my back. You’re the only person
it. Stick with Beauty. There’s not many bitches out in the world like her. You
got one of the best.
I took a deep breath and pressed my pen to the paper again.
I’m done with the running. I’m done with the Klan and the cartel. I’m
going to settle shit once and for all. Going to stop them coming for you all.
Gonna stop this war and keep the Hangmen and the old ladies and kids
safe.
Live free. Ride free. Die free, brother.
Tanner.
what all this shit was doing to this club. What the poison from the Klan and
cartel had done to this brotherhood. Fighting among chapters and an
innocent—no, two innocent—kids killing and selling their souls to Hades.
Zane wouldn’t ever be the same after the capture and shootout. Ash had
already gone postal, and Smiler was right behind them, guiding them into
darkness.
I thought of Mae and Charon. Of Lilah, Grace, and the twins. And of
Saffie and what she’d told Adelita. About her father. About it all. The
fucking club was crumbling. If I stopped the Klan and cartel, they had a
chance to rebuild and fucking pull their shit together.
I didn’t start my bike’s engine until I was well out of sight.
And I headed to the Mexican border. Where the Klan would meet me at an
agreed point and I would be taken in. With every mile of road I traveled, the
closer I got to the men who would kill me; the numbness left me. Because I
would be with Adelita again soon.
I dream that we meet each other in some distant future and recognize one
another’s souls. And we’ll be found.
I was holding onto that fucking dream with everything I had.
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Chapter Fourteen
Styx
M-me.” I leaned back on the chair, staring at the ceiling. The bastard sun
had come up a couple of hours ago.
All night. All fucking night I’d been dealing with the fallout of Ash killing
Hick. And Smiler. What the hell had that prick been thinking, taking Ash
poured. He slammed the empty mug to the table. “Just when you think we
only have to deal with one Flame, in comes model 2.0. Only this one knows
exactly what the fuck he’s doing.” Ky shook his head. “Makes the kid even
hadn’t been happy with the verdict—I didn’t give a fuck. This was my club
and my rules, and as I’d told Wrox, Hick had fucked up. Blood had been
paid with blood. It was the fucking Hangmen way. Hick was killed in place
of Slash. Smiler was on leave for a couple of weeks for his part.
responsible for Ky being killed . . . slitting his throat would have been the
least I’d have done. I’d have taken my sweet fucking time stripping him of
his skin and making the fucker scream. Knowing my old man, he would’ve
slapped me on the back and shot Wrox and his chapter through their skulls
for daring to question him.
I’d sent Wrox and his chapter packing. I wasn’t dealing with their pussy
and my brothers. And they fucking paid the price. Four in the hospital, and
hesitation.
I knocked back my coffee and was about to get up and get the fuck home,
when Tank crashed through the door. “He’s fucking gone!” he shouted.
Tank waved a piece of paper in his hands. He slammed it down on the table.
I saw scribble on the paper, but Tank made it so I didn’t need to read it to
against the wall. “He fucking tried to explain it to us all. He fucking stood
before us all, and then Wrox and his dickheads came at us, and made it so
he couldn’t. Tanner must have slipped out while we were all dealing with
the fallout.” Tank’s hands smashed down on the table top. “He’s gone to
Mexico. On his own. With the Klan and cartel after his blood.” He grabbed
the paper. “This? It’s a fucking suicide note. The brother knows he ain’t
coming back. He knows they both want him.” Tank shook his head. “He’s
gone so they won’t come after the club. Just like Adelita did. They’ve both
gone back, and they’ll both be killed. And what did we do? We fucking
ignored him and focused on Ash killing Hick.” Tank pointed at both me and
Ky. “When it was your old ladies, we fucking armored up and brought hell
because we didn’t have his fucking back when it counted.” He stood upright
and folded his arms across his chest. “So, what the fuck we gonna do about
Tank glared at Ky. “You wanted war because of Sia. AK wanted war
because of what happened to Phebe and Saffie. Ash killed Hick because of
what the cartel did to him, Zane, and Slash. Smiler wants blood spilled for
Slash.” Tank dropped down to a seat next to me and Ky. “So, we’re all
going in. I don’t give a shit if it’s just our chapter. But that guy is the best
fucking friend I ever had, and he’s a true Hangman. I ain’t taking no for a
fucking answer.”
Tank met my eyes, and I could see the challenge in his gaze for me to
argue back. It just pissed me the fuck off. I was getting real fucking done
with brothers in my club thinking they could talk to me however the fuck
they wanted.
I lifted my hands to give him a fucking reality check, when a knock came
at the door. I tipped my head back and signed, “This day is never-fucking-
ending!”
Mae stepped through. Her face was white. I shot to my feet in a second.
Mae’s wolf eyes were huge. She walked forward, and my fucking heart
“He is safe. He is with Bella,” she said, and my stomach picked the fuck
back up.
I shook my head. “Mae, not the fuck now—” I signed, but she cut me off.
I saw Ky frowning, wondering what the hell was going on, curious as to
why Mae was suddenly shouting when she never fucking raised her voice. I
hadn’t told anyone I’d been reading it. Not even Mae . . . though apparently
she knew. Bitch always read me better than anyone else.
“Adelita . . .” Mae whispered and shook her head, clutching the journal to
her chest. Her eyes filled with tears. “It is Adelita, Styx.” I didn’t know
why, but at Mae’s tone, my pulse started firing like a damn cannon. My
eyes dropped to the journal in Mae’s hands. “It’s her . . .” Mae said, as a
tear fell down her cheek. And then I knew. I knew what she was fucking
saying.
I didn’t know what the fuck came over me. Some kind of deep-level rage
that I’d never felt before. Some damn inherited promise to my mother came
barreling into my fucking gut. But I looked at Ky and lifted my hands. “Get
Ky and Tank left the office, and I took hold of Mae’s arm, slamming her to
my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her head. “You have to
Mae pulled back and placed her hand on my cheek. “No . . .” she
Pure motherfucking Hangmen bitch right there. And she was fucking
mine.
“Then bring them both back, baby. Where they belong. This changes
everything. For you . . . For Charon . . . For her . . .” I took Mae’s mouth,
kissed the fuck out of my wife. When I pulled back, she repeated, “Save
revenge. My chapter sat at the front of the room, the other chapters taking
up every other bit of space. I didn’t fucking sit. I paced. Then I stood before
them all, making sure all eyes were on me. I fucking let the fire in my veins
lead the way. Ky didn’t question what the fuck was going on. My VP stood
beside me, and spoke for me when I signed. “AK, clear the armory. Today
we ride to Laredo, fully fucking loaded with guns, grenades, and whatever
the fuck else we can take. Chavez and Shadow are waiting for us.”
*****
The low burn of the truck’s light was the only thing illuminating the space.
I sat with my back against the wall. Ky sat opposite me. We all held Uzis.
Tank was beside Ky. AK and Smiler took up the front—I didn’t give a fuck
about Smiler’s ban. Brother was fucking fueled with as much revenge as
me. He was one of the best fighters we had. He fucking deserved this, Wrox
Hush, Cowboy, Bull, and Flame took up the rest of the cabin.
“The minute the door opens, we fucking fire,” AK said, his voice low so
no fucker would hear. He checked his GPS. “Five minutes.” Then tension
within the truck built as the minutes ticked down. My foot was fucking
tapping on the floor. I could practically taste the blood I was about to spill. I
could hear the screams from the cunts I was about to carve up. Nobody
messes with my club. Nobody messes with my brothers.
fucking horse, we were sneaking across enemy lines in the trucks that
carried their slaves into their camps. Shadow, Chavez, and the Diablos were
in another truck. The other Hangmen chapters were hidden in the rest. The
Diablos had taken down a camp that held the trucks, killed every last one of
the Klan fuckers running it. Freed the bitches, and got us the trucks.
The plan to take down the Klan and the cartel assholes was simple. All of
us in this life had enemies. Quintana was no different. In the drug game,
you were always one massacre away from being taken over. Shadow gave
me the name of the fucker who wanted what the Quintana family had. He’d
been trying to take them out for years. Faron Valdez. We made contact . . .
The rest was a fucking cakewalk.
The Klan—all except the leaders—were camped out in one place. Their
The truck rocked to a stop. I gripped my Uzi. I felt the fucking familiar
rush of adrenaline sail through me. War. There was nothing fucking like it. I
let the words from my mother’s journal fill my head. I let them fucking
ignite the fire in my heart until it swelled my veins and made me want
nothing but to see Nazis falling to the fucking ground under my bullets and
German blade.
A knock sounded on the side of the truck—the signal from the paid-off
my eyes zeroed in on the door. The lock unlatched, and the second the door
rolled up, AK burst from the truck and opened a fucking sea of fire. In
seconds, we were behind him. Nazis immediately started falling before us.
My pulse raced faster and faster the more the fuckers fell, blood pooling on
the ground beneath them and running under my feet. Truck after truck
opened and our brothers spilled out. Trucks from all fucking directions
came skidding into the camp, doors flying open, my brothers spilling out
like fucking demons. Diablos and fucking Hangmen swarmed toward these
giant right between the fucking eyes. I nodded, and he disappeared behind a
dark building. Bullets were flying from every fucking direction. Hangmen
and Diablo cuts started hitting the ground too. It didn’t stop us.
I scanned the area for my chapter. Ky, Tank and Bull, Hush and Cowboy
were firing their Uzis from the right, hitting targets. Vike and Rudge were
together on my left, doing the same. Flame had his knife in one hand, Uzi in
the other, hacking up the fuckers he shot first. Smiler was the furthest
ahead. Deep in among the Klan who were pouring out in fucking waves
from the buildings. Brother was shooting, then using his knife to cut off
fingers, tongues, ears . . . whatever fucking else he could, before taking
down another. He was going postal . . . but he had the fucking right.
Seeing a Klansmen coming from my right, I sent a bullet through his head.
Another three fell because of my bullets. Then I noticed what looked like
without the support of the cartel. I scoured the area for any cartel—nowhere
to be fucking seen.
Seemed Valdez was holding up his part of the deal.
Shooting my way through the Klan charging at us, I made a path for the
headquarters. The giant swastika that hung outside made it fucking obvious
this was where shit went down. Assholes. Always made themselves easy to
fucking work out. Never knew how to just shut the fuck up with all the Nazi
shit.
Making it to the front of the building, I killed the fucker who came
running out—a shot straight through the heart. He fell at my feet, and I spat
on his ugly fucking white-power face. I stood to the side of the building;
Tank and Ky did the same. Nodding at Ky, I smashed the door and started
glanced down at the wound—the fucker had drawn blood. Pissed the fuck
off, I charged in that direction. I knocked the fucker to the ground the
minute I found him hiding behind a door. Taking my German knife, I sliced
it into his thigh. The moment his gun fell from his hand, I grabbed the prick
by his neck and dragged him to his feet. Pulling out my knife, I held it to his
throat and threw him into the main body of the building. Ky and Tank came
running in.
“Empty. None of the leaders are here,” Ky said.
Tank looked at the prick trying to pull out of my arms. He smiled, but it
slammed his fist into the Nazi’s face. He knocked him to the ground. Tank
picked him up and held him still. Walking toward him, I plunged my
German blade right into the fucker’s shoulder. He screamed, and I made
sure I was looking into his fucking eyes as I did so.
Pulling back my knife, I nodded to Ky. Ky kicked the Nazi off his feet.
Fucker sprawled on the floor, groaning. Brothers started coming in through
the door. Bull lowered his gun when he realized it was us. Vike, Rudge,
Smiler, Flame, Cowboy, Hush, and AK came in too. They were covered in
Diablos are making contact with Valdez.” AK lowered his rifle. “The camp
is ours.”
I turned to the fucker on the floor. As I pocketed my knife and gun, Ky
spoke my sign aloud. “Where’s Landry, Beau Ayers, and the governor?” I
stepped closer until my foot stepped on the fucker’s fingers. I smiled when
“Not here,” he spat out through gritted teeth . . . then the asshole tried to
smile. Taking my knife from my pocket, I started slicing an “H” into his
chest. He screamed again, his body jumping. Tank yanked up his head.
“Where are they, cunt?” Ky snarled. When the prick didn’t answer, I dug
my knife across his stomach. “He can do this all day,” Ky said, as the Nazis
eyes started to roll in pain.
Tank leaned down. “Tell us where they are, Keaton, and where you’ve got
Tanner, and it’ll be a quick death.” At the mention of Tanner, the fucker
his thigh. He nearly passed the fuck out. With every new slice or cut I
made, he screamed until he was too fucking far gone to scream anymore.
“Tell us,” Tank demanded. The Nazi was close to death—but not close
enough. I could make this last a few more hours at least. “Tell us and it’ll be
quick.”
The Nazi met my eyes. Then his bruised lips opened. “Safe house . . .
“Private . . . road.”
“And where’s Tanner?” Tank pushed.
The Nazi smiled again. It boiled my fucking piss. “He’ll be there . . . by
now.” He choked on the blood starting to claw its way up his throat, but
the fucker in the neck. His eyes widened, and Tank kicked the asshole to the
floor as he choked on his blood. I turned to AK. “Coordinates,” I signed.
“On it,” he said, and took the area map Valdez had sent us from his cut.
AK marked out where the safe house was. “We’ll have to go most of the
Three black cars stopped in the center of the camp. Dead Nazis, some
fallen Diablos and Hangmen littered the ground. A guy in a black suit got
out of the driver’s side door of the middle car. He opened the back door, and
an older man got out. I stepped to the front of my men, and he immediately
is she?” I tried to see inside the other cars. I couldn’t see any sign of
Adelita.
Valdez shook his head. “She wasn’t there.” I tensed, and the muscle in my
jaw twitched. I glared at this fucker. He must have seen I was still caught in
bloodlust and was a second from slitting his throat, as he held up his hands.
“We had a deal, Mr. Nash. You wanted the girl alive. For me to not kill her.
I gave my word. She wasn’t at the hacienda.”
“Diego Medina?” Ky asked.
“Fled. Alone, we believe.” My teeth ground in fury. “He won’t get far. My
men are everywhere. He has no allies and nowhere to go that will offer him
safety. It won’t be long until he is discovered . . . and then he will be dealt
with.”
I stepped forward and got right in this fucker’s face. I saw his men move.
Mine moved faster, their guns drawn and fucking braced. “If I find out you
killed her, if you touched one fucking hair on her head, I’ll kill you myself.”
Ky spat out my threat to Valdez.
Fucker didn’t react. “I believe you, Mr. Nash. But we made a deal and I
saw it through. I never killed the girl.” He shrugged. “Who is she without
her father anyway? She’s of no consequence to me now.” Valdez nodded to
one of his men, who moved to the car and opened the door, then looked to
me. “I hope we can work together again in the future, Mr. Nash. We will
take care of Diego Medina as agreed. We will make contact with you when
it’s done.”
Valdez got in the car and drove the fuck away. As he disappeared from
sight, Ky got in my face. “You need to tell me now why the fuck you
suddenly give a shit about Tanner’s bitch this much. And don’t fucking lie
to me.”
I could see my brothers watching, waiting for an explanation. The Diablos
were too. Chavez was close by. Where the fuck was she? And how the fuck
Ky’s face paled, and his mouth dropped open. I nudged my head in
Chavez’s direction. “And she’s his sister too.”
“What?” Chavez asked, and came walking over. “What did you say?”
Ky’s confusion suddenly cleared. “Fuck . . . your mama and Sanchez had a
kid?” I jerked my head “yes.” “Adelita?” He shook his head.
“How the fuck did Adelita end up with Quintana? What the fuck, Styx?”
Chavez was stock still.
I didn’t have time for this shit. “Keep watch for any other Nazis. We’re
going to get Tanner and the others,” I signed to Chavez, who still hadn’t
moved. Ky told them what I’d said, then followed me to a truck that Crow
had gotten ready for us. I nodded at Crow and got in the driver’s side.
Turning the engine on, I hightailed it to this fucking safe house. It was
about time these Nazi fuckers died. Then we could search for Adelita.
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Adelita
distance . . . no, they were coming from a radio. I blinked when I saw a dim
light to my right. I didn’t recognize where I was.
Then my throat clogged with a mix of happiness and relief when I saw
who was sitting under the light. “Luis . . .” I whispered. Luis lifted his head
from the radio speakers. His hand was playing with the controls.
Luis came over and sat beside me. “Lita . . .” he said, and smiled. Taking
hold of my hand, he gave me a glass of water. I took a sip and winced at the
“Sleep, Adelita. You’re safe now. It’s all over. You’re free.” I didn’t know
what Luis meant. I watched him go back to the radio and turn the knobs.
Men’s voices came through the speakers, and I realized he was listening to
confusion. “Working for your father taught me many things over the years,
you before they could get to you.” My heart fell, and a surge of panic seized
my body. “I heard the plans from Valdez’s men through this. I arrived at
your home just before they did. In the commotion of the takeover, I got into
your rooms and took you away.” He smiled. “There were a couple of
tunnels they didn’t close. Diego never knew about them.” A tear slipped
from my eye. Luis came over and wiped it away. “The Hangmen are here,
“Tan . . . ner?” Fear for him made me try to move. Luis guided me back
Klan’s camp.” He nodded enthusiastically. “They’ll save him, Lita. I’m sure
of it.”
when I thought of how I left him . . . and what he’d risked to come and get
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Chapter Sixteen
Tanner
I was pulled to my feet by Kenny and Lars. These fuckers wouldn’t have
dared even look at me when I was in the Klan. Now, they were dragging me
taken to some camp in the middle of nowhere. Last night, I was put in a
truck and brought here—wherever this was. I hadn’t once seen my father or
to want to fight. To fucking survive. But Adelita was gone . . . I didn’t give
refusing to fall at their feet. My hands were tied behind my back. The door
shut, and I lifted my head. Across the room, I saw them. My father, in his
Beau. Beau was staring at me with no fucking expression on his face at all.
Wade was present too. Wade, who had been my contact all this time, was
sitting in the corner. He was glaring at me. Playing the perfect little Nazi in
“Tanner,” my father said and got to his feet. He came toward me. The
“Father,” I replied, the taste of blood coming from my busted lip. We’d
“So. All this?” he mocked, pointing to my cut. “All this for a fucking
I stepped closer to him. Close enough that my boots touched the toe of his
expensive shoes. “You speak about Adelita like that again, and I’ll kill
you.”
My father’s mouth twitched. Landry got up and came round the table they
sat behind. The asshole just plowed his fist into my stomach, then my face.
He kept going until my father pulled him back. “Patience,” my father said
to him.
Beau, as silent as always, actually got to his feet. Dressed in black, his
brown hair falling over his face, he came toward us. He stopped in front of
me with his arms folded across his chest. My fucking kid brother, the one
who never left my side, was gonna be here as I died. As our uncle and
Wade got up too. “Wade,” I said coldly, like the guy wasn’t on my side. I
“Shut your fucking mouth, traitor,” he snapped. His face was red as he
spat at me, and his hands were balled into fists at his side. He was doing a
cut the cable tie that was holding my hands together. I fisted my hands,
ready. My uncle and father stepped back. When Wade joined them, not a
fucking flicker of allegiance in his eyes, I waited. Beau moved beside them.
The four of them were glaring my way. I eyed my little brother one last
“You always were a fucking pussy,” my father said. “You were never the
solider your people needed you to be. From being a kid, always questioning
My old man clicked the safety off his gun. Just as he went to fire, Beau
jumped out of line and fired two perfectly aimed shots . . . right through
Wade and Landry’s heads. In seconds, he’d knocked the gun from my
father’s hands. It went sailing across the floor, well out of reach.
My eyes dropped to Landry and Wade, dead on the floor, their eyes wide
open. Kenny and Lars came smashing through the door. Beau turned and
Beau came to stand beside me. I stared at my kid brother as he faced our
old man. “If I have to listen to one more fucking white-power chant, see
one more Nazi salute, or attend one more fucking rally, I’ll slaughter every
one of y’all.”
glanced between me and our old man, his eyes finally staying on me. “I
pretended to be Wade. I needed you to think I was all in to this Nazi shit.”
“I did . . . but then I assumed I was wrong when I left and you took over
the leadership. You were quiet when we were kids. Thought I’d got you
wrong all these years. That you did believe it after all.”
Beau shook his head. “I never wanted this life. Fucking hated all of it.
Every fucking day under that cunt’s rules.” He nudged his head toward our
old man.
“Why did you stay? Why the fuck didn’t you leave too?”
Beau paused, then quietly said, “You.” His arms folded over his chest. I
knew this Beau. The one who never gave anything away. My baby brother
never spoke much, never opened up. Ever. Crossing his arms over his
chest? That was him protecting himself from whatever truth he was about to
spill. I wanted to fucking pull him to my chest. Protect him like I always
looked at me. “You were, Tann. You were my only fucking family . . . and
“I wanted Adelita. I couldn’t be in the Klan life and have her.” I shook my
head. “You were away with the army. And I didn’t believe in that shit
anymore. Realized it was all bull. I got my chance to leave, through Tank.
So I took it. You never came and looked for me after you got out. I figured
“You fucking left me behind,” Beau snapped, anger lacing his voice. My
“But you’ve been leading the Klan. Training the soldiers. You sure as shit
it all. “I had to get us in a position where I could take them down. Destroy
“They were always gonna kill you, Tann. You were a betrayer of your
race. The cause. The great invisible fucking empire. They were never gonna
let you live . . . they were gonna wipe out the Hangmen. You seem happy
there. So I had to figure out a way to take the Klan down from inside before
they could.” He shrugged. “Had to make you believe I was all in so nothing
could go fucking wrong. Needed you to believe I wanted to kill you too . . .
“You little shit!” our papa hissed. He rushed at Beau, but I smashed my
fist into his face before he even got close. The asshole dropped to the floor.
I watched him crawling on the ground, and all I felt was disgust. He was a
weak-as-piss asshole. Always fucking had been. He abused the fuck out of
us as kids, paid some bitch to give birth to us so he could raise his fucking
white-power heirs. He was as pathetic as they came.
Our old man held his nose, blood seeping onto his expensive suit. I stood
beside him, putting my foot on his back to make sure he didn’t move.
Beau didn’t even acknowledge him. “I needed everyone down here. In one
place. Needed you here too.”
“I came because they killed her. Diego fucking killed her.” Beau rocked on
his feet. Then his words from before sunk in . . . I needed you to believe you
“What?”
“The last time I checked, she was alive.”
“You . . . you fucking told me she was dead!” I had to fight the urge to hurt
him.
“I had to! I had to get you here. Had to stop them from coming for you. I
knew if you thought she was dead, it would happen.” Rage. I felt nothing
but rage. But when I looked at Beau, I saw the truth in his eyes. And he was
right. I came here because I had nothing to lose. The Klan and cartel were
here to plan an attack on the Hangmen . . . Beau had prevented it all.
tense body. It was just like when we were kids . . . Beau and me.
All we ever had was each other.
I suddenly felt the cold barrel of a gun on the back of my head. I froze. So
did Beau. “Well isn’t this a nice fucking reunion?” my father’s voice said
Ky looked down at my uncle, then Wade, Kenny, and Lars dead on the
ground. “Looks like we missed the fucking party.” My father, for once,
“Been a while, Gov,” Ky said, and he sat on the edge of the table.
My father backed up until he was against the far wall. “You can’t kill me,”
he said. “I’m a governor. People will question where I am.” The fucker
smiled. “And I have insurance in place if I do.” By the smug look on his
me a second to see what my old man was in front of—Nazi and white-
power flags on the wall. Ky gave him a wide grin. “For our insurance.” He
got up from the table. “Sure your constituents would love to know you
don’t go to sleep at night without wanking off to German porn and
screaming Heil Hitler when you come.”
saw his eyes darken when they landed on Beau. I stood in front of my
brother. Not one of these men—including Tank—was touching him.
Styx whistled, and signed for Vike to open the door. “Go,” he signed to my
father. Ky gave the order. Styx smirked. My old man edged to the door.
Styx stood in his way the minute he was almost free.
“Valdez has the cartel.” My father’s face fell when Ky spoke Styx’s words
aloud. Styx stepped closer and closer still. “And you have no men left.” My
eyes widened when he said that. My fucking pulse kicked into a fast sprint.
“We killed them all . . . every last one.” Styx just glared at my father,
silently. Then, “You’re on your own.” Styx glanced down to my uncle and
the other three dead men. “You have no one left . . . Governor.”
Styx moved aside, and my father glared at me and Beau. “You’re gonna
regret this. One day you’ll fucking regret this.” Then he was gone. I didn’t
know how he would get back to Texas without any men. But I didn’t
and saw Tank watching me. “The contact . . . it was Beau. He was taking
the Klan down from the inside . . .” I told them what Beau had told me. All
my brothers, he said, “It’s true. All of it. They were coming for y’all.
Wasn’t gonna let that happen. They weren’t getting to Tanner.”
“No one’s fucking touching him,” I said, and meant every damn word.
“Believe him or not. It’s true. But no fucker here is gonna lay a damn finger
always, my brother didn’t react. Forever in his own head. Silent and giving
nothing away. But I could tell by his eyes he was relieved.
“You really took out the Klan?” I asked Styx. He nodded. “And Valdez
really took the Quintana cartel?” He nodded again . . . “Adelita?” I held my
breath.
“Wasn’t there when they raided. She got out somehow,” Ky said. He
looked to Styx, a strange expression on his face.
I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. “Then who was?”
Ky pointed at Styx. “Styx’s mama.” Ky slammed his hand down on my
shoulder. “Styx here just learned he’s got a sister . . .” Ky let the sentence
go. “Adelita.”
My fucking head pounded. But when I met Styx’s eyes, I knew it was true.
“Where is she?”
Vike and Rudge led the way out of the safe house, when one face suddenly
entered my head and I asked, “Diego? Valdez get him too?”
“He fled,” Tank answered. “Valdez is on it. He won’t be alive for long.
Valdez has all his men out looking for him. He won’t make it to dawn.
Fucking dead man walking.” I wanted to kill him. I wanted to be the one
who watched that fucker die. “We’ll get her back, Tann. I fucking promise.”
*****
fucking head was still spinning from everything that had happened. My
brothers, along with the Diablos and the other Hangmen chapters, were all
outside. Some on patrol, others beside fires, celebrating the win. The bodies
had all been moved before we got back. Valdez sent some contact he had to
The driver got out of the car like hundreds of guns weren’t aimed at him.
He came toward us. “Tanner Ayers?” he said, his Mexican accent thick.
The driver walked to the car and drove away. I didn’t fucking wait. I
hightailed it to the headquarters where the phones were. I dialed the
number. After three rings, a voice asked, “Tanner?”
It took me a minute to recognize the voice. “Father Reyes?” I’d met him a
In a second, that relief faded. “Lita is okay. But Diego . . . he hurt her. Beat
her. I found her on the floor in her bedroom, barely conscious. I’ve cleaned
her up and brought her to a remote chapel. No one knows where we are.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and fought back the rage that was building inside
me. “I’m coming for her,” I announced. “I—” I stopped speaking and
looked out of the window. My brothers were waiting for me outside. Styx
kept looking my way. I still couldn’t get my fucking head around the fact
Adelita—my Adelita—was Styx’s and Chavez’s sister. “Can she walk,
Luis?”
“Yes. She’s bruised and tired, but otherwise she’s well. Nothing is
broken.”
“Can she talk?”
“Yes. She’s not with me now. I didn’t want this call to be traced. But
Tanner, she’s well, I promise. Bruised, hurting, but she’s tough. She’s
always been a fighter.” My throat fucking clogged, and I nodded my head
as a fucking grunt of agreement left my mouth. “She is.” My voice was
gravel, fucking eyes stinging. “She’s always been a fighter. Right from the
very first moment I met her.” I took a fucking second to breathe. “Father
Reyes, listen to me . . .” I spoke to the priest and made the plan. When I
hung up, I walked outside to my chapter. “We get her tomorrow. Her friend
saved her. I know him. And I know where to go.”
“Where?”
“A remote chapel. I’ve been given the directions. Luis knows where this
camp is. Luis’s a priest. Her priest.” I told my brothers where the church
was. “We’ll get her at dawn.” Styx nodded. “I’m gonna hit the hay,” I said.
I could see Tank’s suspicious expression. His eyes were narrowed on me.
He knew something was up. That’s why I had to get to my room. I needed
this night. Just this one fucking night with her on my own. Shit, I only
needed a couple of hours.
Beau lifted his head when I opened the door. “I know where she is.” Beau
nodded. I kept trying to read him to see if he had a problem with me being
engaged to a Mexican. Klan ideology was hard to shake. But there was
nothing in Beau’s face but acceptance.
“When you getting her back?”
Most of the brothers hadn’t made it to their beds. They were passed out
drunk or exhausted on the ground. Using my experience from my years in
the army, I moved silently in the dark. Around the building and into the
surrounding forest. I cut through the trees until I arrived at the village
nearby.
Moving to the nearest car, I smashed the window and opened the door.
Once it was hotwired, I pulled out onto the road. I hit the lights in case
anyone saw me. And the closer I got to the chapel Luis told me to meet him
at, my heart fucking pounded.
The sky was starting to lighten. Dawn would break in a couple of hours.
That was enough time. The minute I saw the small chapel, nothing else
around for miles, I pulled the car to a stop around back. I stared at the old
bricks that looked like they’d fall if touched. The stained-glass windows
and looked around. The room was small, wooden pews occupying most of
the stone floor. A large crucifix hung on the main wall. Candles were lit on
their stands—the only light in the entire place.
“She okay?” I asked, my voice echoing round the old room.
Then Luis looked behind me, and I fucking froze. I knew Adelita was
there. I could fucking sense her. Luis smiled at her. We were in front of the
altar. The priest-in-training moved to the piano. He started to play some
song I couldn’t name.
Then I heard Lita walking toward me. I heard her feet padding on the
stone floor . . . getting closer and closer. My head spun. My heart beat fast.
We were here. We were fucking here. After years . . . we were here.
I smelled her rose scent behind me and closed my eyes. I thought back to
meeting her that day in Mexico. Of how she stood up to me when I looked
down on her. When she broke through my fucking defenses . . . when she
came to me when my old man had hit me. And how she made me lose the
hate that ran as thick as tar in my veins. She made me change . . . she made
me love her.
And by some fucking miracle, she loved me too.
Seconds later, she was beside me. I could feel her warmth to my right. I
breathed a deep breath . . . then opened my eyes. My head turned straight to
her, like she was a magnet I couldn’t help but be drawn to. Her head was
bowed, her dark hair covering her face. But I saw her dress. A purple silk
dress. I fucking loved her in purple. Always had. The light was low, the
candles not giving off much light. But I tensed when I saw the bruises on
“Lita . . .” I whispered and moved my finger softly down her injured face.
Adelita’s eyes filled with tears. She caught my hand, then did the same to
me.
“They beat you too . . .” she whispered.
head. “When you fell in love, I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it.” Luis
looked at me, then Adelita. “The White Prince and the cartel princess. It
made no sense. Two people, who were never meant to be, found in the other
their soulmate. The half of their heart that had yet to be claimed.”
Luis’s eyes watered as they landed on Lita. “I have married many people.
Yet I don’t think I have ever rejoiced in a union more than this . . . more
than yours.” He cleared his throat again. “You deserve one another. You’ve
fought harder than anyone I have ever met. God will reward that. Has
rewarded that. Right here, right now, is your reward.”
heart echoing in my chest. “I’m not good with words.” I shook my head, not
knowing what the fuck to say. Adelita squeezed my hands. I looked into her
eyes. She nodded her encouragement, silently telling me to try. So I fucking
tried. “You changed me, baby,” I said. “Everything. The minute I met you,
you changed everything for me. I never knew anyone who was kind. You
showed me that. I never knew anyone who was loyal. You showed me that
too.” I took a deep breath. “I never knew anyone who fought so hard when
they loved someone.” I dropped my forehead against Adelita’s. “You gave
me a home, princess. You gave me a family when I barely knew what that
was. And after this, I’m never leaving your side again. Not until I’m
dead . . . and even then, I’ll take on Hades himself to get back to you.”
Tears poured down Adelita’s cheeks. I wanted to wipe them away, but she
was kindling. You were the naked flame that caused it to ignite.” I
swallowed at her words. “I’ll never leave you again. I’ll never walk in this
life without you by my side. I’ll follow you anywhere you go. My hand in
yours.” Her head bowed. “You claim I fought hard for us. But Tanner, you
fought harder. So much harder.” She lifted her eyes. “Without you, we
wouldn’t be here right now.” She laughed through her tears. “Free, mi amor.
Free and able to love without punishment. Our dream come true.”
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to take her mouth right then. But Luis
handed me a ring before I could. It was just a plain gold band. “Repeat after
power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” I took in a
long breath. Then I released Adelita’s hands. Cupping her cheeks, careful
that I didn’t hurt her bruises, I kissed her.
When I pulled back, I pressed my forehead to hers and just breathed.
There was no sound but the candle wicks burning. Only silence . . . until the
deafening sound of a gunshot thundered around the chapel. Adelita’s body
suddenly tensed and her eyes widened. I staggered back when she went
limp in my arms, her lips parting like she was struggling to breathe. I didn’t
even get a chance to turn around, to see who was there, when another shot
rang out. Red-hot pain immediately shot through my side. Trying to keep
hold of Adelita, I slumped to the ground, taking her with me, when my legs
gave out. Another shot fired, and Father Reyes hit the floor. Another shot;
his way. The bullet sailed through Diego’s neck, but not before his gun went
off again too, firing a bullet into my chest. The shot knocked me back onto
the floor. I blinked, I tried to fucking blink, but the world began to blur. My
heartbeat was too slow, my blood as thick as tar. Everything was moving
too fucking slow!
My mind fogged with confusion. I tried to think why I was here . . . where
I was . . . then I saw her. I saw the purple dress . . . I saw her arm stretched
Reaching out, I took hold of her left hand. I gripped it as my eyes started
to close. I felt her wedding ring on her finger. And I held on tight. Held on
even though I couldn’t feel a single part of my body anymore . . . until my
eyes closed.
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Adelita
bright. I flinched, and panic started to set in. A hand slipped into mine—it
was a comfort. I felt weak. I could barely lift my arms. “Shh, everything’s
body waiting for me in front of the altar. His blue eyes, misty with tears . . .
Pain.
Fear.
My eyes opened, and I flinched as daylight pierced through my skull. My
enough that I saw Beauty. Beauty was beside me. She was the one holding
But I couldn’t. All I could hear were gunshots echoing around my head . . .
see Tanner falling to the stone floor . . . his determined face as he fought to
crawl toward me . . . then nothing. “Tanner?’ I pushed out through a raw
“He’s here, darlin’. He’s alive. Look.” Beauty pointed to my left. I rolled
my heavy head in that direction. Tanner was in a bed beside me. I wanted to
reach out and touch him, but he was too far away. That’s where my relief
ended. His eyes were closed. His naked torso was covered in bandages.
He wore an oxygen mask and sported an IV, attached to his hand. My lip
to get to him, but a red-hot slice of pain cut through me. I gasped and held
“Don’t move, darlin’,” Beauty said, and gently guided me to lie back
down. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off Tanner. He’s here, I told myself. He’s
alive.
“He looks worse than he is. He’s healing. I swear. You’ve both been out of
it for a couple of days. It took Edge some time to get y’all transport home.”
I frowned. I didn’t understand. Transport? “Styx wasn’t gonna leave y’all in
Mexico, or even with the Diablos. He wasn’t gonna risk it in case anyone
had escaped from either the Klan or cartel and were tracking y’all down.
Prez paid a shit-ton of money—under the table, of course—to get you both
medically transported.”
Beauty sat on the edge of the bed. “Tanner came to that chapel to marry
you, darlin’.” I glanced to my left hand and saw the ring there. Images of
“He’s here.”
“He was shot too. But only in the shoulder. He hit his head when he fell
and was knocked out cold. The bullet went straight through.” Beauty
smiled. “Styx brought him back too. Luis was kinda refusing to leave y’all.”
I smiled at that. Luis was such a good friend. So caring. A true man of God.
“The young priest who was there as witness survived too. He was escorted
sigh of relief.
My smile dropped when I asked, “It was Diego?”
listening. “I don’t know if I should be telling you this. Club business and
all. That, and I was eavesdropping.” She smirked. “But fuck it. You deserve
leave the hacienda with you, but in the takeover, he couldn’t get to y’all. So
Valdez had men watching the chapel. Diego was hiding. When Tanner
“Is . . . is he dead?”
“Yeah, darlin’,” Beauty confirmed. “Tanner shot him through the neck.
But not before he shot y’all.” I glanced across at Tanner. I loved him so
much. All he ever did was protect me. I needed him to wake up. I needed to
Beauty smiled. “Tanner has a lot to explain to you . . .” She trailed off, her
question her on anything, she continued. “Tanner left early. We now know it
was so Luis could marry y’all before the rest of the Hangmen arrived. Tank
had suspected he was gonna try to get to you without telling anyone. When
he checked on his room in the camp, and Tann wasn’t there, he woke Beau,
Styx and Ky and came straight to the chapel. They arrived not long after
y’all had been shot.” Her face suddenly looked angry. “Diego paid off the
men watching the chapel. Valdez caught his men only a few miles away.”
Beauty smiled a cold smile I never expected her to wear. “Killed them for
their betrayal.”
Beauty kissed my head. “It’s over, sweetie. You’re both finally free.” A
big smile took over her face. “And y’all are fucking married! Once you’re
both better, that calls for a fucking party.”
I laughed; Beauty’s happiness was infectious. But when I did, pain sliced
Her words were like a command to my heavy eyelids, and they began to
close. I next woke to the sound of low voices. When my eyes fluttered
open, I saw Beauty talking to Styx and Mae. Mae noticed I was awake first.
“Adelita.” Mae’s voice was filled with relief and affection. She came
toward me, Charon in a baby sling on her chest. I saw his little eyes were
closed.
“Hello, Mae,” I greeted, and tried to move.
“No. Please do not.” Mae reached for my hand. When I looked up at her in
surprise, she was staring at me with tears in her eyes. I frowned, wondering
what was wrong. “You are safe here, Adelita. We promise. No one will hurt
you ever again.” Mae looked behind her. “Will they, Styx?”
I looked at the Hangmen president. His hazel eyes were locked on me. All
I felt was confusion. What was happening? Why were they here? Why did
Styx nodded in response to his wife’s words. His arms were crossed over
his chest. And I couldn’t even begin to decipher what his expression was.
“We will let you rest,” Mae said, pulling my attention back to her. “We
wanted to check on you.” Mae kissed my head. “We will talk soon. When
you have healed. When Tanner is well and you are stronger.” Unease swept
through me.
Mae joined her husband, and they went to leave. “He . . .” I cleared my
throat. It caused Mae and Styx to pause and look back at me. “Tanner . . . he
loves this club.” I cast my eyes to my husband. “He . . .” I chased away the
lump that was building in my throat. “He has had a hard life . . . a loveless
life.” My voice quivered with sadness, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want them
to doubt Tanner’s allegiance for this club. “But he has found a home here,
this brotherhood. He is loyal and brave, and I hope you see it.”
Styx’s face was neutral as he listened to me. Mae turned to her husband,
some silent communication occurring between them. Styx lifted his hands.
“Y’all aren’t going anywhere.” Mae spoke Styx’s words. His hands froze, a
pause. Then he signed, “Y’all are family.” Styx dropped his hands and
walked out of the door. With a small wave, Mae followed her husband.
I exhaled in relief. He wanted Tanner here. He wanted us here. But as I lay
in my bed, I couldn’t get the visit from Styx and Mae from my head. It
seemed more than a simple check-in.
I stared across at Tanner. He still wasn’t awake. But I needed him. I needed
to touch him, to feel his warmth. Pulling off the comforter, I held my side as
picked it.
Taking a deep breath, I moved, using the bed frame for support. I walked
across the small space between me and Tanner. When I arrived at his side, I
ran my hand through his hair. My chest ached as I looked down at Tanner’s
wounds. I could have lost him . . . I could have lost the love of my life . . .
and slipped under the sheets. Tanner’s torso was bare. He only wore track
pants.
The minute I was beside him, my bruised heart instantly healed. I laid my
arm over his waist and absorbed his warmth. Lowering my head to the
pillow, I kissed his stubbled cheek. “I love you, mi amor,” I whispered and
scent. I held his left hand and ran my thumb over the wedding ring. I smiled
at the sight . . . then Tanner’s hand twitched. I stilled, waiting, breath
held . . . waiting for more . . . Tanner’s fingers moved. I sat up, and stared at
his face. Tanner’s eyebrows pulled down, his tongue traced his lips . . .
bright blue eyes I adored so much. They were dazed at first. The confusion
he felt was obvious by his lost expression. I kissed his cheek, his nose, then
his lips. “Tanner,” I whispered, happy tears trickling down my cheeks. It
took Tanner only a moment to kiss me back. His hand came up to the back
of my head. I heard him hitch a breath and realized the movement must
have caused him pain.
My heart melted.
I kissed him softly, trying to pour everything I was feeling into the touch
—love, gratitude, pride, and adoration. All of it, every emotion that had
ever coursed through my soul in my years with him. In our fight to be
together.
I tried to communicate it all.
I reared back and looked at his face. There was no confusion, anymore.
“We’re . . . alive . . .” he rasped. My heart cracked when, with shining eyes,
he smiled. “We’re alive . . .” He said the words with such relief, such awe—
a whispered benediction from his lips.
“Yes,” I cried, laughing, letting caged joy break through. “We’re alive.” I
kissed him again. I kissed him through fallen salty tears, labored breathing,
and painful injuries. But it didn’t deter us. We were here. Saved.
you.” Tanner’s eyes dropped to my side. He tried to reach for me. But I
stopped him by placing my hand on his chest.
“I’m fine.” I ran my hands near his wounds. “You were hurt worse.” I met
his eyes. “You killed Diego.”
Tanner relaxed on the bed, and I could see the relief in his eyes. I settled
back down on his chest. Tanner put his arm around my shoulders. I heard
him hold his breath as he moved. I sank into his side.
The room was silent. I basked in the moment. The silence was the perfect
soundtrack to match my thoughts. At peace. Happy . . . liberated.
In love.
“Baby . . .” Tanner murmured. I smiled as the gravel of his deep voice
“There’s something I have to tell you.” His wary tone made me tense.
“Okay.”
I looked up to his face. Tanner’s eyes fell to meet mine. There was
apprehension in his gaze. But there was sadness too. I braced myself for
whatever it was. “Alfonso . . .” Tanner paused like he didn’t want to say
out just before Diego killed him.” I swallowed back the sickness of what I’d
discovered. “Tanner . . . they said I was trafficked. That my father got me in
“He killed her, Tanner.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I have no idea whose
daughter I am. But I know my mother, whoever she is, didn’t want to give
me up.” My stomach tightened, and I fought back the urge to cry for woman
I didn’t know. “They ripped me from her, Tanner . . . I was stolen and given
to my father.”
Tanner held me to his chest. He said, so quietly I almost missed it, “I know
in my mind.
Was.
I knew what Tanner was going to say before he did. “She was American.
A white American.” I closed my eyes.
“I’m Mexican. I’m a proud Mexican.” All my life, I knew who I was. I
was Mexican. I knew my heritage, cherished it . . . That heritage was now
up in flames.
“You’re still Mexican, princess,” Tanner reassured. “Your father was
Mexican. But you have American in you too.” Tanner leaned forward and
kissed my lips. He hovered close, so I opened my eyes. “Baby . . . this
seems crazy, and I’m still wrapping my fucking head around it myself,
but . . .”
“She was Styx’s mama too.” The world stopped. Everything in the room
seemed to freeze as those words filtered into my brain. Styx . . . Styx . . . ? I
thought back to him and Mae being in my room. To Mae holding my hand
and kissing my head. Telling me we needed to talk . . . Y’all are family . . .
Was. Was Styx’s mama . . .
“She’s dead?” I asked, hopelessly.
face. To how he stared like he couldn’t believe I was real. Like he’d never
seen me before . . . and now I understood.
him, baby. Soon. When you’re better. I know he has something to show
you.” I nodded, because I couldn’t find words. Then Tanner hit me with
another bombshell. “You have another brother too. Your biological father’s
son.” I tried to breathe, to take it all in. “Chavez. The Prez of the Diablos.
They helped us.”
“Chavez . . .” I whispered.
I was silent for so long that Tanner lifted my chin. “You okay, princess?”
“Yes.” And I meant it. I was . . . My head was full to the brim with all the
new events and information. But I was lying beside Tanner. And we were
alive. After all that we had been through, that was enough. I didn’t need
anything else in my life. “I am good, mi amor. I am more than good . . . I
have you.”
Tanner smiled, and then raised my left hand to his lips and kissed my
wedding ring. “My wife . . .” he murmured as his eyes began to close.
Exhaustion was lulling him back to sleep.
“Mi esposo,” I whispered back. I laid my head back on Tanner’s chest and
closed my eyes too. The world could wait. This was my wedding night. Our
*****
“You want me to come with you?” I leaned down and kissed Tanner on the
lips. We were in his room now at the clubhouse. Edge and Rider had
allowed us to move from the medical room a few days ago. Tanner was still
hurting. His injuries were more severe than my own and were taking more
time to heal. He needed to rest.
“He’s a good guy,” Beauty said, clearly seeing my unease. I liked Beauty.
She was turning into a good friend. Tank had been in every day to see
Tanner . . . and me. And Beauty had been forever by his side. “Styx is one
tough motherfucker, I ain’t gonna lie. But he’s a good man.” Beauty paused
as if debating whether to say something. Finally, she did. “His old man was
an asshole. A real fucking prick, Lita. Styx grew up with that bastard, yet
still he’s a good guy.” She smiled at me. “I like to think it was y’all’s mama
who made you both so fucking pure.” A lump built in my throat. “That man
loves Mae something fierce, and you’ll never find a bitch as sweet as her.”
let him.”
“Thank you,” I said, quietly.
Movement from the house caught my attention. Mae was on the deck. She
waved when she saw me. I waved back, then took a deep breath. Hands
trembling, I opened the truck door and got out. My side still hurt from my
injury, but I could walk. And I wanted to be here today. I wanted to know
what Styx had to show me.
And I wanted to speak to him. To him and Mae.
I wanted to know my brother.
Mae came and met me, threading her arm through mine. You would never
know she’d just had a baby. She looked perfect, dressed in a flowing white
dress, her black hair cascading down her back . . . beautiful. “Here, let me
help you.” Mae aided me up the stairs to the cabin, and I followed her
Mae led me into the living room. Styx was in the corner, staring out of the
window. He was dressed in jeans, a white shirt and his Hangmen cut. He
looked so big, so imposing . . . until he turned and my heart melted seeing
him holding baby Charon in his arms. Styx’s hazel eyes met mine, and my
“Thank you.” When my tea had been placed before me, Mae went to Styx,
who was standing as still as a statue in the corner of the room. Mae took
Charon from her husband.
She nodded in the direction of the couch opposite mine. Clenching his jaw,
Styx sat down. His gaze stayed on the floor. Mae sat beside him, and he
looked right at her. In an instant, I could see what Beauty meant. The way
he looked at Mae . . . he adored her. It was plain to see. And she was clearly
his strength. Even men as formidable as Styx needed someone to hold them
up.
imagine how confusing this has all been for you, Adelita.” My chest
tightened, and I fought back the emotions swirling in my chest. Mae took
hold of Styx’s hand. “We had no idea—Styx had no idea—that you even
existed.” Mae nodded at Styx. Styx went to the fireplace and took a leather
book off the mantle. He paused, looking at me, then brought it over. He sat
down next to Mae again. “There are many journals from your mother. But
this is the last one . . .” Mae paused, then said, “This is the one pertaining to
you . . . and everything that happened.”
he pulled his hand from Mae and started to sign. “Read it,” Mae translated.
Styx pointed at the front door. “There’s a porch swing out there. You need
to read it to understand everything.”
I rose from the seat. I didn’t look back at Styx or Mae, desperately needing
rocking me to sleep . . . with my mother’s love for Styx . . . River, her son
who she cherished so much. I fought to breathe. I fought past the
devastation of what someone so young, so kind-hearted, went through at the
mercy of cruel men. When all she ever wanted was a family. Her babies. All
she ever wanted was to be loved and to love with her whole heart.
My daughter . . . my Sofia . . .
I’d been named Sofia.
I paused at the beginning of the next section. Because I knew this was it.
When she discovered where I had gone. Who had betrayed her.
He has given her away. He has given her to a man named Alfonso
Quintana. My baby . . . my Sofia . . . has been taken to Mexico. Where
abouts? I do not know.
Tears flooded my face, and I had to repeatedly wipe my eyes so I could
read.
He said he loved me. Said he was going to lose his club if he didn’t give
her up. He said we could have another baby in her place, to heal my broken
heart. Does he not understand that he has given away my heart?
I don’t know how to get her back. I need to get her back. I have to think of
something.
Desperation pulsed off the pages. The desperation of a mother who had
lost her two children. A woman who had no idea how to get them back.
pain . . . and I was here. I had returned. I wanted to tell her “Your Sofia has
come home,” but she would never know . . .
I’ll give Reaper information on the Diablos, provided he promises to help
me with Sofia, and lets me take River. I’ll take them far away from this life.
I’ll take them to the countryside, buy a small farm, where it is just them and
me, and nothing but happiness and love. My son, and my daughter. No pain
or people who want to hurt them.
My dream come true.
woman who was so young to have dealt with such pain. The mother I had
always yearned for, but never knew. For the life that could have been . . .
peace and smiles and a mother and brother who loved me, and I them.
Someone sat beside me. I lifted my head to see it was Styx. He was sitting
forward, his hands clasped together as he stared out over the forest
suffer?” The muscle in Styx’s jaw twitched, then I saw a single tear fall
from his eye and travel down his dark, stubbled cheek. His face never
moved. There was no indication he was even crying, breaking . . . but for
that single telling tear.
own. He tensed at first, but then let it be. I hoped that somewhere, wherever
she was, that our mama was looking down at us and smiling. Finally, her
children had found each other.
“It would have been good,” I whispered, staring out at the forest. “The life
she wanted for us.” I smiled, imagining the idyllic scene in my head. Of the
three of us at the small farm, running in the fields, laughing and free. I
squeezed Styx’s hand. “The farm. Us all together.” I looked up at his face.
His skin was red, and he held such sadness and pain in his hazel eyes I
couldn’t bear it. “You and me. Brother and sister.” I sighed. “It would have
been lovely.” I thought of the cards we both had been dealt instead. Styx,
under a father who hurt him; and me, with a father who kept me
imprisoned, and wasn’t even my father at all.
Styx reached into his cut with his free hand and pulled out a photograph.
My pulse raced, looking at the white back of the old picture, wondering
what was on the front.
Styx took a deep breath, then swallowed several times before he opened
his mouth. “I . . .” He paused and closed his eyes. His eyes twitched as
struggled for words. The sight pulled at my heart. He was fighting to speak
to me.
Me.
I knew he only spoke to a couple of people. And here he was, trying to
speak to me.
“I f-f-found th-this . . . in her th-things.” Styx handed the picture to me. I
took it and slowly turned it over. My soul shattered when staring back at me
was a petite woman with dark hair, smiling widely at the camera . . . with an
infant in her arms. Me, I realized. This was my mama and me.
She was holding me so closely. Her cheek pressed to mine. I was smiling
too. The love held in this picture exuded from the image so strongly, so
surely, no one could doubt how much she adored me. How much it meant to
overwhelming for me. “Can I . . .” I asked. “Can I come and see you
sometime? Talk to you more?” I saw Mae with Charon through the window.
“Visit Charon?”
Styx rocked on his feet, and put his hands in his pockets. He nodded, then
Styx nodded, and I climbed out of the truck. He pulled away, and I went to
Tanner’s room—to my husband. Tanner sat up as I came through the door.
He took one look at my face and held out his arms. I immediately climbed
on the bed and fell into his embrace.
And I cried. I cried for the life lost and the dream shattered. And Tanner
never let go through it all. The man who I knew would never fail me, never
stop loving me, always be by my side.
When my tears had been shed, I silently handed him the picture. Tanner’s
face filled with sadness. “She loved me,” I whispered. “She loved me very
much.”
Tanner rolled to the side, and cupped my face. “You’re real easy to love,
princess.” It was then I realized I had it. The life my mother wanted for me.
I had a man who loved me. A brother who I was determined to know. A
nephew who I would spoil . . . and freedom. Such sweet freedom to live a
life of meaning and happiness.
“We need to live for her,” I told Tanner and held the picture to my chest.
“We need to be happy for her . . . my mother . . . Lucy Sinclair.”
“We will,” Tanner whispered and kissed me. “We so fucking will.”
I was forever going to hold him to that promise.
I couldn’t wait to start.
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Styx
McKinney, Texas
I kicked open the door of the trailer the fucker lived in. The asshole got up
from his chair. I didn’t even hesitate, just pulled out my German blade and
stabbed the fucker through the heart. His eyes widened, and he fell to the
floor. Blood seeped out around him, and I spat on his ugly fucking face.
I met his eyes, and watched as my uncle, Matthew fucking Sinclair, stared
into the eyes of his nephew. The son of the woman he raped and abused,
causing her to run away. His motherfucking sister.
I made fucking sure he would remember the face of the man who killed
him.
Me.
When the rapist was dead, I got back on my bike and went the fuck home.
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Tanner
Two weeks later . . .
“There,” Tank said and sat back from the bed. Fucker smiled. “My best—
were mostly healed, still hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t give a shit. I
was alive. And if I had to lie in this bed and not be able to fuck my woman
I walked to the mirror and stared at my body. There was no fascist crap on
me anymore. Not one swastika. Not one piece of white-power shit left on
my skin. It was now replaced with Hades, demons, and whatever the fuck
else Tank wanted to put on me. I didn’t care. “Good?” Tank asked, putting
his tattoo gun away. It’d taken two weeks. Two weeks to gradually cover
every bit of my skin, from feet to neck.
Beau came through the door and stared at my chest. “Nice work,” he said
to Tank, then me. Beau was staying in an apartment just outside the
Hangmen compound. I’d tried to convince him to prospect for the
Hangmen. We’d see. Beau kept everything so fucking close to his chest.
Never knew what he was thinking most of the time. But my brother would
be good for this club. Just had to give him time to get to that conclusion
himself.
“Get dressed,” Tank said and threw me my shirt, jeans, and cut off the
floor.
“Why the fuck am I here?” Beau asked Tank. Tank had ordered Beau to
the club today. Told me I had to be dressed for something. Fuck knew what.
fucking floor when I saw her. She was dressed in a tight red dress, her usual
red lipstick on her lips. Her dark hair was down, and she looked fucking
perfect.
“Shit,” I said when she came toward me. I held out my hand. Adelita took
to fuck her. Needed her under me. Hadn’t had her in such a fucking long
time. Bitch wouldn’t allow it. That shit was changing tonight.
“Now, now, Tanner.” Beauty’s voice cut me off from kissing my wife. “I
love you both and all, but like hell I wanna see y’all fucking.” Beauty
I held Adelita’s hand and walked out of the hallway, behind Tank and
Beauty. Beau stayed behind me. Beauty stopped at the entrance to the yard.
She put her hand on the door, then said, “Y’all snuck the fuck off and got
married with us. Now, y’all know I love to plan a fucking party.” Adelita
looked to me, confused. Beauty opened the door, and I saw all my brothers
and their bitches out in the yard. They held up their drinks when they saw
us. Adelita’s eyes widened. “So I threw y’all one!” Beauty said. “Gotta
celebrate our very own Romeo and Juliet getting hitched.” Beauty dragged
Hush put a bottle in my hand. His eyes fell to the new tattoos on my arms.
“About fucking time.” He smirked. But I nodded in agreement.
Adelita got pulled into the crowd by the bitches. Her smile was so fucking
wide I felt it like a stab to my chest. She made a beeline for Mae, who
handed her Charon. Seeing my bitch holding her nephew in her arms
Styx came beside me, and I saw him looking at his sister with his son.
Adelita had gone to his house more and more over the past couple of weeks.
Styx didn’t say much to her, but I knew the brother loved having her there.
Who the fuck wouldn’t? Like I’d told her, she was easy to love.
Styx put his hands to his mouth and whistled. The yard fell silent and the
music cut off. Adelita came over to me when Styx met her eyes and nudged
Beauty came out of the doors behind us. I smiled when I saw what was in
“What you waiting for?” Beauty said. “Try it the fuck on, girl.”
Beauty helped Adelita slip on the leather cut. When it was on, Adelita
turned to face me, a huge fucking smile on her face and “Property of
Someone cleared their throat. Luis. “It suits you,” he said to Adelita. The
guy always spoke in English to Lita whenever he was around me. She had a
“Thank you, Luis,” Adelita said. Her shoulders sagged. “You sure you
have to leave tomorrow?” Luis was heading back to Mexico. Back to his
church.
“I have people to serve, Lita. But I’ll be back to see you as much as I can.”
Adelita threaded her arm through his. “Then we need to have a goodbye
drink.” I watched her as she disappeared into the crowd, my name on her
fucking back. The music came back on, and brothers got back to drinking.
Chavez, Ky, Shadow, AK, and Vike came over to me. AK handed me
another beer. Adelita had met with Chavez a couple of times. He’d told her
how he fucking hated his old man. The minute she knew that, he had
Adelita’s attention. She hated her old man too for what he did to her, to her
mama.
Chavez nodded. “Put feelers out. Had a couple of leads.” His eyes
narrowed. “Not sure what the fuck is going on. But we’ll keep chasing it.”
idea where she was. But we knew Diego had sent her some-fucking-where.
Adelita was happy, but that didn’t stop her crying at night for her best friend
who’d disappeared off the face of the earth. I told Styx. He got Chavez and
“When we find her, count me the fuck in to get her out of wherever she
Viking smiled. “That bitch hit me.” I frowned. “At the exchange, when I
“And?” Ky questioned.
“She hit me,” he said like we were all fucking dumb. Viking grabbed his
cock through his jeans and smiled. “Been thinking about her ever since.”
Fucker whistled and shook his head. “That right hook, that kind of fire in
he’s tasted her pussy . . . and I’m hoping she slaps me the fuck around in the
process too.”
“You get she’s been trafficked or some shit, yeah?” Shadow said.
Vike put his hand on his chest. “I can be sensitive too, Shadow. I’m a man
“I don’t even wanna fucking know what that means,” Ky said. “And
because of the fucked-up image that’s now in my head, I’m getting drunk.
The music lifted in volume, and all the brothers drank. Beau sat in the
corner most of the night, just watching. Smiler ended up sitting beside him.
around the club. Always thought they’d make good Hangmen. After the
Klan and cartel shit, we could use them.
I made my way to Adelita. In fact, I never left her fucking side. And with
every laugh and smile, I wanted to be at the party less and less. I wanted her
back in our room. A few hours in, with brothers fucked off their faces, she
must have seen it in my face. Taking my hand, Adelita led me through the
and I smashed my mouth to hers. I threw my cut and shirt to the floor, then
kicked off my boots and jeans. I didn’t give a fuck about the tattoos that
hadn’t even started to heal. Nothing was stopping me from fucking Lita
on, then walked to the bed . . . fuck, she’d kept on her red lace panties too. I
wanted her. I wanted her so much. But when she lay down and held out her
she put her hands around my neck. “We finally get our wedding night,” she
said and smiled. “I finally get to love you as my husband.”
Slowly, I kissed Adelita. I peeled off her panties, and without breaking
from her mouth, slid inside her. Adelita moaned, and I pulled back to watch
her face. She never looked away from me. Even as she came, digging her
A tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m so happy, Tanner,” she whispered.
She swallowed. “I’m so happy that I’m worried it can’t last. That we’ll be
*****
Governor Ayers
Hidden location, Texas
I pulled the hood over my head. I heard the low murmur of voices, of
chanting, from the end of the tunnel. The lights were low; the temperature
was hot. When I entered the main room, he looked up. The knife in his hand
smiled.
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The End
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Playlist
Us — James Bay
Skin — Rag ‘n’ Bone Man
Abràzame — Cami
Bésame — Camila
You Said You’d Grow Old With Me — Michael Schulte
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Acknowledgements
never thought it was possible to love somebody so much. You’re the best thing I have ever done in
Thessa, thank you for being the best assistant in the world. You make the best edits, keep me
Neda and Ardent Prose, I am so happy that I jumped on board with you guys. You’ve made my life
infinitely more organized. You kick PR ass!
To my Tillie’s Tribe and Hangmen Harem, I couldn’t ask for better book friends. Thank you for all
for everything you do for me. Here’s to another step forward in our Dark Romance Revolution! I love
how your little dark hearts are drawn to mine. Viva Dark Romance!
Jenny and Gitte, you know how I feel about you two ladies. Love you to bits! I truly value
everything you’ve done for me over the years, and continue to do!
Vilma, thank you for being on the other end of the phone regarding all the Spanish questions.
Thank you to all the AMAZING bloggers that have supported my career from the start, and the ones
who help share my work and shout about it from the rooftops. You’re appreciated more than you’ll
ever know.
And lastly, thank you to the readers. Without you none of this would be possible. Our Hades
Hangmen world is one of my very favorite places to be. Some people don’t understand us, and our
undying love for our favorite men in leather… But we have each other, our own tribe, and that’s all
Thank you for taking a walk on the dark side with me. It’s a fun place to be once you take the leap ;)
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Author Biography
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her
English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she
could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed
her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in
between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to
paper, and finishing her first novel.
After several years living in Italy, Canada and the USA, Tillie has now settled back in her
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including:
Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than spending time with her little family,
curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, and convincing herself that
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