“Then keep her quiet,” she says.
“You want me to cover for the Reverend’s sins,” I ask, my voice quiet but sharp.
Her eyes flash with something that looks like pain and fury twisted together.
“I want justice,” she says.“Real justice.Not a club vote.Not a bonfire.Not a body in a ditch.I am going to atone for every sin that man ever buried in this county.I am going to dig until I hit bone.And when I do, I will decide what gets exposed and what burns.”
She pulls her hand back.Wipes it on her padded vest.“And you’re going to stay out of my fucking way.”
I nod once.“You sure you can handle that alone.”
She smirks without humor.“I am a Montgomery.Alone is all we do.”
She walks past me.Shoulders straight.Steps steady.
Becki appears at the top of the stairs, wearing my hoodie, my claim carved into her back, her hair a mess from my hands, her lips still swollen from last night.
She smiles when she sees me.
I forget everything else.
Sophie glances back once.“Take care of her, Royal.Because if Crowley’s sins don’t come for her… Montgomery ones will.”
She leaves.
I breathe.
Becki walks toward me.
And somewhere in the dark corners of Hell, Kentucky, something shifts.
A war’s coming.
But love rules all.And I have finally claimed mine.
The End For Now
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Read more about Legend, Sophie, Royal and Becky in the next book,
Property of Oaks, Kings of Anarchy MC: Kentucky
Oaks
Vice President of the Kings comes with its perks and its burdens.I married for the good of the club.A ring I never wanted on my hand and a wife who came with the job.
I don’t cheat emotionally.I don’t make promises.At 36, I’m too old for all that.
I keep it clean with the club bunnies and walk away before it gets messy.
Then Brittany walks into my line of sight.She’s 21.Smart.Too innocent for men like me.And she’s done waiting on a married man who won’t choose her.
So, she chooses someone else.
A boy from Pearly Gates.
A community that’s already buried too many girls.
