Freya's Devotion by Glenna Maynard

Author:Glenna Maynard [Glenna Maynard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glenna Maynard
Published: 2022-10-22T00:00:00+00:00

“Kick his ass, Gentry.” Crow beams with pride as his boy pummels a prospect. One of Murder’s guys. Crazy fuck told the kid he’d earn his patch if he beats Gentry. He doesn’t stand a chance. Gentry came out of Cate fighting his twin brother Zuko.

I sip on my beer, wishing I were back in Hell trying to win Freya back. Instead, I’m here in Charleston, West Virginia. Only good thing is this whore named Rosie. Word is she used to belong to a sister club of the RBMC. A bunch of cunts who called themselves Royal Harlots.

The day John Crow let’s some bitches ride in our club will be the fucking day I die.

I lick my lips and light up a joint. I’m a smoke this then see of this Rosie whore sucks dick as good as she runs her mouth.

My cell phone pings. I start to ignore the call but decide to take it since it’s coming from the rehab where Belinda is. I haven’t spoken to her since that scene she pulled at Bensen’s grave. All the bullshit talk about collecting insurance money when she dies. She was talking out of her head.

“Hello.”

“Shane, this is Sally. I hate to do this over the phone, but I need to inform you that your wife passed away about half an hour ago. We did everything we could, but her heart gave out. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

My heart squeezes in my chest. She really fucking did it. Crazy bitch. “I’m out of town right now. Is there anything immediate you need from me?”

“Not tonight, other than what funeral home you want to handle her services.”

“Um, Morrison and Sons.”

“I’ll give them a call.”

“Appreciate it.” I end the call and take another hit off my joint.

“You good, brother? You’re looking a bit pale.”

“I will be.” I’m finally free of the cunt and yet there’s this overwhelming sense of sadness constricting my airway as I choke back my damn tears.

I pour out the rest of my beer on the ground for Belinda. Fucking bitch. May she rot in Hell.

“One. Two. Three.” Gentry knocked the prospect out. I walk off in search of that Rosie whore while Crow collects our winnings. I find her inside hugged up with a nomad by the name Static.

I pull out my cell to text Freya. To tell her we can be together now that I’m no longer a married man. She doesn’t have to settle for Fisher.

Death: Good news.

I get a notification that my message can’t be delivered.

I snort. Guess Fisher didn’t take too kindly to my text messages.

Doesn’t matter. I’ll be back in Hell soon enough to lay claim to Freya and her unborn child. Until then though, there’s plenty of pussy here to keep my dick entertained.

Rosie catches my eye and I motion her over. Time to test that mouth of hers.

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