Deliver Us From Evil: The Satan’s Knights MC North Carolina, Book Four (The Satan's Knights MC North Carolina 4) by Janine Infante Bosco

Author:Janine Infante Bosco [Bosco, Janine Infante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CAPONE

I kill the engine on my bike and stare up at the aluminum sign hanging over the entrance of my father’s yard. My gaze hones on our family name. I try to picture what my life would be like if I had followed the path my father laid for me. He’d probably be retired, and I’d be the one sitting in the trailer ordering sod. Maybe I’d have a wife and Nonna’s wish for an heir might even be granted or at the very least a strong possibility.

Instead, I sit here stalling with a blank check burning a hole through my kutte. I’ve always been straight with my father. When he offered me partnership in his business, I turned it down, reciting the infamous line from A Bronx Tale—the working man is a sucker.

It wasn’t meant as an insult to him. He was no sucker. He woke up every day and provided for his family. He never had to worry if he’d be killed doing the Devil’s work. I respected the fuck out of my old man, I just didn’t want to be him.

I wanted to pave my own way and make my own money.

Live by my rules and leave my own legacy.

And for the most part I did.

My dad didn’t have to take a mortgage on the family home to put me through medical school or work two jobs to give me a down payment on a house. I didn’t ask him to dip into his savings to throw me a wedding or haggle him to pave my driveway for free.

I was my own man and I’d die my own man.

But you don’t think about your regrets until the clock ticks and times run out. Then you start to wonder if you made the right choices. If I die tomorrow, will my parents be proud of me?

Probably not.

I toe the kickstand down on my bike and dismount, making my way past the rolling gate. My dad’s trailer is on the other end of the yard and as my boots crunch down on the gravel I bypass the equipment he has parked to the left—the same equipment I’m going to rent from him to dig the graves of men who want me and my brothers dead.

Men, and probably a few women too.

I shake my head, dismissing the thought. I liked it better when stressing over my attraction toward Tara was the only thing on my mind. Now my head was all over the place.

After I left the clubhouse, I rode up and down the highway, struggling to keep myself in check. On one hand I was preoccupied with thoughts of the impending war, and on the other, I was worried about Tara. I wanted to hear her voice more than anything, but I didn’t have her number, and even if I did, calling her in the middle of the night would only shorten my already diminishing lifespan.

Eventually I made it home to my apartment, but the second my head

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