Hollow Hearts: A Sons of Templar Novella by Malcom Anne

Author:Malcom, Anne [Malcom, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

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The funeral was big.

Huge.

Not only did most of the chapters from around the country attend, so did the other clubs that we considered allies.

This included the Devil’s Own, which I was happy as all shit about since I got to see my bitch, Melissa. She was one of the few Old Ladies who didn’t turn up her nose at club whores. Well, to be fair, every woman connected to the Sons of Templar treated us with somewhat of a distant respect. I suspected if I made more of an effort than a cold smile they would’ve welcomed me into their fold much like they had with Macy.

But despite the fact some of them had stories almost as dark as mine, they took a different route than me. They didn’t put their feelings in the deep freeze. They didn’t ice up their souls.

They did the opposite. They smiled, laughed regularly. Did crazy shit. Did things like go out for cocktails, have girl’s nights. Have kids. Marriages. And because they were kick-ass women, I respected them. I envied them. So no way would I be able to be friends with women who embodied everything I couldn’t have or was too afraid to try and be.

Melissa was more my speed.

She had demons.

A filthy mouth.

A more cynical view of the world.

We were as close as I could be with someone.

But they had shit of their own going down, so we only got to do one tequila shot together before she and Hella rode off, with a Devil at their heels.

I wore black, of course.

A form-fitting, sheer lace black dress with long sleeves and a short hem. My boots went up to my thighs so the technical amount of skin I had showing was minimal. Sure, my black bra underneath was completely visible, but this was a biker funeral.

“Angel.” The voice was as rough as the grip that settled on my hips and yanked me around just as I’d finished putting my silver cross earrings in.

He ran his eyes over me at the same time his hands went up and down the sides of my body. “Would’ve thought on the day we’re burying so many brothers that the only thing I’d be able to focus on was revenge, need for blood,” he said. “But you’ve proved me wrong. I’m gonna be thinkin’ of that, and all the ways I’m gonna fuck you after.” His hand moved to cup my breast.

I bit my lip. His eyes flared as he watched me do so.

Then he paused, something moving in his eyes as he moved his hand to cup my face. “You okay, angel?” he asked, voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “This is a rough day for you. Keep forgettin’ just how rough because you are a fuckin’ warrior. Have been all week. Keep waitin’ for you to fall apart.”

I blinked at him. “I’m not going to fall apart,” I said, my voice even. “That’s not my style.”

He eyed me. “Yeah, the style you wear like that fuckin’ sinful dress.

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