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Authors: Selene Chardou
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like my life has been all peaches and cream either. My father…you know he worked for this useless motherfucker, right? He can’t ever know my parents and Tristan are in Witsec…do you hear me? Promise me, no matter what goes down…what we know about my family stays between us?”
Linx stared at her as they walked before he looked ahead again. Her face, determined, her blue eyes icy in the bright autumn sun. He could drink her in all day and watch her from afar yet never get tired of her. She was his goddess, the love of his life, and he would never tell anyone anything about the shit they both knew. It was too dangerous and they could both end up dead, not at the hands of Dizzy but by the one son of a bitch still undercover. Clooney, aka Marcus Hinton, undercover U.S. Marshall and still a member of the Demon’s Bastards.
“It goes without sayin’,” he remarked before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her forehead.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” Trista screamed.
She looked like a wild yet untamed filly with sweat-soaked hair, crazed blue eyes and a crimson colored complexion. She was beyond pissed and Linx didn’t have a clue how to calm her down, especially since she was speaking to his Prez and there wasn’t much he could say without getting a personal beat down of his own from his fellow members.
“Listen to me, young lass, because I will only take insubordination for so long before I rip you a new asshole.” Dizzy stood and glared down at the young woman and Linx visibly flinched.
He’d always hated the feeling of being helpless and right now, there was fuck all he could do about the present situation.
They’d accompanied Naomi to the gun range and although Trista could hold her own with small caliber weapons, she was useless when it came to the big guns. Uzis, Steyr AUGs and AK-47s were not easily controlled and she fucked up royally, even after instruction by Naomi. She wouldn’t be allowed to make the trip to Belfast.
“You will stay here where you are safe. This is a dangerous operation.” Dizzy walked over and poured himself a healthy glass of Macallan before he sat down at the head the table in the chapel again. “Ronan, Quinn and Lennon will be in Belfast to do a messy job. In and out…Trey is alive and we have to get him out of Northern Ireland as soon as possible. You don’t need to be there if all you’re gonna be is dead weight, lass. Sorry to be the one to break it to you.”
“But he’s my brother and I want to see him. I want to be there when he’s rescued.” The tears streamed down her face and although her shoulders slumped in defeat, there was a certain defiance about her posture he knew she wasn’t ready to give up just yet, not even if there was a slither of a chance she could go and help save her brother.
“The answer is still no and it won’t change. You have got to stay here where we can keep you safe. The boys leave tomorrow morning so it’s best if you just get drunk with the rest of those eejits out there and fuck your man until he can’t get his pecker up again because it’s the last bit of Irish injection you’re gonna be havin’ in youse for a while.”
Linx grabbed Trista by the shoulders and escorted her out of Dizzy’s office while she sobbed on his shoulder.
“Baby, you know I’m gonna bring Trey home for you so please don’t cry. That will get us nowhere and we both know I’m on borrowed time as it is. I have two weeks to get this done and almost one week has passed already.”
Trista’s shoulders heaved before they collapsed and she wiped the tears away in complete and utter gut-wrenching frustration with hands that clawed at her gorgeous face. “It still doesn’t make a fuck all bit of difference. Dizzy tricked me—he fuckin’ played us, Linx. He had no intention of allowin’ me to go to Ireland with you guys. He never wanted me involved in the
Linx stared at her as they walked before he looked ahead again. Her face, determined, her blue eyes icy in the bright autumn sun. He could drink her in all day and watch her from afar yet never get tired of her. She was his goddess, the love of his life, and he would never tell anyone anything about the shit they both knew. It was too dangerous and they could both end up dead, not at the hands of Dizzy but by the one son of a bitch still undercover. Clooney, aka Marcus Hinton, undercover U.S. Marshall and still a member of the Demon’s Bastards.
“It goes without sayin’,” he remarked before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her forehead.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” Trista screamed.
She looked like a wild yet untamed filly with sweat-soaked hair, crazed blue eyes and a crimson colored complexion. She was beyond pissed and Linx didn’t have a clue how to calm her down, especially since she was speaking to his Prez and there wasn’t much he could say without getting a personal beat down of his own from his fellow members.
“Listen to me, young lass, because I will only take insubordination for so long before I rip you a new asshole.” Dizzy stood and glared down at the young woman and Linx visibly flinched.
He’d always hated the feeling of being helpless and right now, there was fuck all he could do about the present situation.
They’d accompanied Naomi to the gun range and although Trista could hold her own with small caliber weapons, she was useless when it came to the big guns. Uzis, Steyr AUGs and AK-47s were not easily controlled and she fucked up royally, even after instruction by Naomi. She wouldn’t be allowed to make the trip to Belfast.
“You will stay here where you are safe. This is a dangerous operation.” Dizzy walked over and poured himself a healthy glass of Macallan before he sat down at the head the table in the chapel again. “Ronan, Quinn and Lennon will be in Belfast to do a messy job. In and out…Trey is alive and we have to get him out of Northern Ireland as soon as possible. You don’t need to be there if all you’re gonna be is dead weight, lass. Sorry to be the one to break it to you.”
“But he’s my brother and I want to see him. I want to be there when he’s rescued.” The tears streamed down her face and although her shoulders slumped in defeat, there was a certain defiance about her posture he knew she wasn’t ready to give up just yet, not even if there was a slither of a chance she could go and help save her brother.
“The answer is still no and it won’t change. You have got to stay here where we can keep you safe. The boys leave tomorrow morning so it’s best if you just get drunk with the rest of those eejits out there and fuck your man until he can’t get his pecker up again because it’s the last bit of Irish injection you’re gonna be havin’ in youse for a while.”
Linx grabbed Trista by the shoulders and escorted her out of Dizzy’s office while she sobbed on his shoulder.
“Baby, you know I’m gonna bring Trey home for you so please don’t cry. That will get us nowhere and we both know I’m on borrowed time as it is. I have two weeks to get this done and almost one week has passed already.”
Trista’s shoulders heaved before they collapsed and she wiped the tears away in complete and utter gut-wrenching frustration with hands that clawed at her gorgeous face. “It still doesn’t make a fuck all bit of difference. Dizzy tricked me—he fuckin’ played us, Linx. He had no intention of allowin’ me to go to Ireland with you guys. He never wanted me involved in the
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