Burning Road by Skyla Madi

Author:Skyla Madi [Madi, Skyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-10-07T23:00:00+00:00

TEN

C R E E D

I couldn’t take my eyes off Isabelle as she sat cross-legged on the old daybed I helped Judge carve out of redwood a lifetime ago. She shifted underneath the gray faux-fur blanket that was draped over her shoulders and smiled politely at Judge. I listened to the way she spoke and interacted with him. She was articulate and charming, and it interested me the way she directed the conversation, always turning it away from herself, making it about Judge, who didn’t notice their entire conversation was on her terms. It was a coping mechanism, a survival tactic she used to navigate vile, political waters, I’d bet.

I lifted my beer and swallowed a mouthful as I shifted in my hand-carved redwood chair and turned my attention to the center of the stone courtyard. Fire crackled in its decorative metal bowl, casting long shadows all around us. Out of everything Judge built here for his daughter, Nila, the fire pit was her favorite. Like her father, she was a little pyromaniac. Most little girls dreamed of ballerinas and unicorns, but Nila was obsessed with fire and brimstone, with motorcycles and things that went bang. She swore she’d become Queen-President and take over the Exeter chapter, and I believed her, too. She was too fucking precious for this messed-up world, and the death we brought to the piece of shit that murdered her was too fucking nice…

…even if we did keep him alive for months and slowly pick him apart until his body couldn’t take any more.

Blondie’s melodic laugh pulled me from my thoughts and vanquished the images of Nila’s limp body as Judge clenched her tight, sobbing into the crook of her tiny neck.

“Is that true, James?” Iz asked, and I paused.

James. I love it when she calls me James. I’d been with a lot of women, more than I cared to count or cared to remember, but Isabelle was different. If anyone else, any clubwhore, called me James, I’d lose the plot, but I liked it when Isabelle called me by my first name. It was…intimate. Izzy was sincere. She wasn’t trying to seduce me for my patch or my rank.

“Is what true?” I asked, tilting my head.

I’d been zoning in and out of their conversation for well over an hour. I wanted to join, but I couldn’t seem to deter my mind from dark shit or getting between Izzy’s thighs again.

“That you dumped fifty pythons into Modo’s room through the hatch of his skylight?”

Judge snorted, and my lips kicked up at the corner as I recalled that one morning last year and Modo’s shrill squeal. “Yeah. I forgot about that.”

We laughed, and it was fucking nice. I hadn’t felt so unwound in years, so relaxed, so satisfied. There were still a shitload of problems to sort out back at the clubhouse, but I chose to ignore them. I was celebrating because Izzy was finally mine, and I’d take her to her father and make him prove it.

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