Gunner (Satan's Angels MC, Book 3) by Lily L. James

Author:Lily L. James [James, Lily L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Gunner

I wake up all at once, a hard and abrupt coming into awareness. I’ve never slept so deep in my life. I expect the telltale signs of being drugged—the aching in my head, a foul dryness in my mouth, but I feel… good.

I’m on my side in a bed that isn’t my own, facing an empty coffee mug and a stained-glass lamp, a hardcover book on the nightstand. One of the classics. One of my favorites. I started reading them when I first started watching Diletta. I’ve taken note of every book she’s read over the years, devouring it myself later.

I’m no longer handcuffed, though my wrist does still bear the red imprints where the cuff dug in.

I sit up immediately, aware, adrenaline surging through me like I’m in danger, but the house is quiet except for hushed voices in the kitchen.

I freeze, my instincts all honed so sharply to react to danger that the first thought I have is to brace for violence. If Diletta willingly let anyone in, then the violence isn’t happening to her. It’s inside of me, choking me like a thick, oily smoke. The rational side of me still isn’t very rational, given what happened last night, and then what happened. Me, lowering my guard down like a fucking amateur—again, and getting cuffed to the bed. Add sleeping through an intrusion into Diletta’s inner sanctum to the list of continuous screw ups.

I shed half my clothes in the kitchen, but they’re folded in a neat pile on the end of the bed this morning. What fucking time is it? Also? She’s the one looking after me now?

I dress with all haste and zero grace. I find the packets of contacts I slipped into my pocket last night before leaving the clubhouse. I left them out, taking a risk, knowing it was too dark and smoky for most people to see or care. We slipped out the back door and other than waving at the prospects who opened the compound gate for us when I had my helmet on and covering my face, no one else saw us. I face the mirror on Diletta’s dresser and pop them in. Leaving my boots and socks in her room I walk quietly halfway down the hall.

I know Lark and Ella well enough to recognize their voices, even at such a quiet level. My unease settles, but my pulse doesn’t stop hammering.

This is no doubt an unofficial official meeting of the old ladies. Rita might be the one who usually organizes shit and looks after everyone, but Lark is now our queen and Ella is our VP’s old lady, and our Prez’s half-sister. She and Lark weren’t friends when Ella arrived, but they mended that situation quickly enough. Being as Ella was forced by her father to marry Raiden—Tyrant’s best friend, and Lark is Raiden’s sister who became Tyrant’s old lady, it was a bit of a mess until the two women bonded over having to endure some life or death shit together.

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