Wicked Perfect Storm: A Secret Baby Romance (Devil's Hellions MC Book 4) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Published: 2023-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

AGONY

I climb into the driver’s seat of Reese’s car, a sweet older Audi. I don’t know how she got this thing, but it fucking suits her. I start the engine to cool down the car before we leave. Arizona as a state is fucking great, but it’s hot as goddamn balls, even first thing in the morning. Once the car is running and the AC is on full blast, I jog back toward the house.

Hellcat is standing by the front door, and he dips his chin. “You want me to follow you guys?”

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “You guys get some rest. I’ll text you when we’re back for the night.”

Hellcat jerks his chin, and I watch him walk over to Volt and the others before I slip into the house and call out for Reese. I hear her voice in the bedroom and make my way down the hall.

She’s got her phone to her ear and is talking to someone. Who, I don’t fucking know because, as far as I know, she has some burner phone.

“Thanks for checking up on me, Justin. But really, I’m fine. I’m safe, I promise.”

My spine straightens at the word Justin. I press my lips together, my vision turning red. I’m angry, livid. Fucking beyond pissed off. So angry, in fact, that I can’t even see straight. She must end the call because she’s standing in front of me, a big smile on her blurry face.

Her face starts to come into sharper vision, and the redness disappears. I clear my throat and stare at her, unsure of how to broach this and trying to keep from strangling her all at the same time.

“Who the fuck is Justin?” I demand.

Her smile dies immediately, her gaze shifts to her feet, then she slowly lifts it to meet mine. “A coworker of mine.”

Shaking my head slowly, I reach out to her, wrapping my fingers around the front of her throat. Her eyes widen, but I don’t do anything except hold her there. The control I have over myself is hanging on by a thread.

“You’re going to need to explain that shit to me right fucking now.”

I don’t even recognize my own voice. I am growling, angry, almost fucking demonic sounding, but I don’t give a fuck. Not a single fuck. I want to know everything about this person and why she’s goddamn calling him.

“I worked with him. At a bar. It’s the only place I could work for cash under the table.”

“The fuck kind of bar is this?”

I’m still growling, still fucking pissed off because I’m sure I shouldn’t be yet. I don’t like the sound of any of this shit. Not a single fucking word of it. I’m jealous as fuck, and honestly, I’ve never had a reason to be when it came to Reese.

Sure, we were never committed, something I’ve actually wanted for a while, but even without noncommitment, we still didn’t fuck anyone else. At least I didn’t fuck anyone else, and

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