Page 830 of The Tempted

Bonus Epilogue

My boots pound the pavement of the seedy motel’s parking lot. I can’t wait for the construction to be complete on the clubhouse. I don’t know how the fuck Stryker and the boys have been living in this fleabag motel for the last five months.

Resolving to fix their living conditions, I shake the thought from my head and focus on the reason I was pulled away from Reina and our son at four in the fucking morning. Just when Danny started sleeping through the night the phone rang and Stryker’s frantic voice filled my groggy head.

I didn’t know what the fuck he was saying at first but then he calmed down and told me he found the girl he’s been banging in an alley way. I’ve been too wrapped up in my own life to pay much attention to my brother’s but after placing a quick call to Wolf I found out the girl, Stryker’s girl, isn’t just some tight piece of ass he hustled pool with, nah, our boy Stryker opened a whole fucking can of worms I tried real hard to bury.

I don’t know what the fuck goes on with my men but they love that mobbed up pussy.

“Parrish,” the cocky voice greets me as the man it belongs to steps out of the Maserati.

“Spinelli,” I sneer.

“I’m surprised you called,” he says, unbuttoning his suit and sliding a hand into the pocket of his tailored pants. Vic would be proud, his little protégé is fitting the bill of a mob boss. “But I’m happy you finally came around.”

“I didn’t call you here to break bread,” I say, tipping my chin to the dingy motel. “One of my brothers found something that belongs to you.”

His eyes narrow suspiciously as I lead him to the room Stryker occupies.

“What could one of your men have that belongs to me?”

“Your sister,” I reveal, closing my fist and pounding it against the door. I don’t have to turn around to know the air deflates from his lungs, I hear it.

Stryker pulls open the door and I take in Satan’s soldier. I knew the minute I met the veteran turned biker, he was a force to be reckoned with. I pity the motherfuckers overseas he took down, almost as much as I pity the man responsible for the look in his eyes now.

“Where is she?” Rocco demands from behind me. I watch as Stryker’s cold eyes turn to him. Stryker crosses his arms against his chest and barricades the door, sizing up the gangster before he turns that glare back to me.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” he hisses.

I open my mouth to explain when a guttural shriek sounds from the motel room. Rocco shoulders his way past me and grabs a hold of Stryker’s cut. Shoving him out of his way he enters the room and runs to his sister’s side.

Stryker moves to lunge for Rocco but I reel him in by pulling on the back of his cut.

“Get off me,” he shouts.

Forcefully, I tug him back, my patience wavers as I lean over his shoulder and clench my jaw as I hiss the words that come out of my mouth next.

“That woman wrestling her demons in your bed is Rocco’s sister.”

So much for Satan’s Knights steering clear of the mob.

Here we fucking go again…