SAVED (Book 4 Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club)
By: Kelli Maine
Releasing on January 12th
Soul of my soul.
Left with
Lilith's haunting words, Luc sees himself for the irredeemable man he truly is.
Lucifer's
Legion Motorcycle Club's reputation is ruined, the clubhouse is burned to the
ground, and Angel is the only remaining loose end for the club to tie up.
With
nothing left to lose, Luc makes the only move he has left and sacrifices
everything for the only woman who ever made him want to be a better man.
SAVED is the fourth and final part of the Lucifer's
Legion Motorcycle Club serial.
Reading Order:
Lilith on Amazon ($.99)
Nomad on Amazon
Angel on Amazon
There’s
fire, and I’m walkin’ through it naked. Angel’s somewhere in the flames, and
I’m lookin’ for her. I can feel the flames against my skin but they don’t hurt.
Then I see her. She’s screamin’. Burnin’ up. I run to her, and cover her with
my body, to protect her. The flames start hurtin’ now. I can feel my flesh
getting’ hot. I can feel my skin begin to peel, I scream in pain…
“Hey, you
ok?”
I wake up
feelin’ like I just slammed into a fuckin’ wall. My body’s hot, my blood
pumpin’.
Angel
puts a cool hand against my face, and it feels good against my hot, sweaty
skin.
“It’s
nothin’.”
I look at
her. Seein’ her face next to me calms me down a little, makes me feel a little
fuckin’ cooler, but I feel a whole new sense of frustration and edginess
lookin’ at her.
“I need a
drink,” I say, getting’ out of bed and walkin’ to the kitchen. I feel like
somethin’ is pullin’ at me. A naggin’ feelin’ in my gut that somethin’ needs to
be done. Soon.
I turn on
the tap and put my head under it, gulpin’ down water into my dry throat. I
splash some on my face. Angel walks into the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
she asks. I nod.
I can’t
be near her. I can’t look at her. I go to the bathroom, lock the door, and sit
on the toilet, my head in my hands. Today. I have to do somethin’ today.
“Coffee’s
done,” Angel calls from the other side of the bathroom door. I realize I’ve
been sittin’ in there for a full ten minutes, just losin’ my mind, barely able
to think. I have to get my shit together. Maybe coffee will help.
I join
Angel in the room. There’s a little table by the window, and Angel has the cups
there. She’s opened the shutters. I sit opposite her, lookin’ out of them,
avoidin’ those eyes…
“Is there
something…” Angel trails off. Maybe she sees the fire burnin’ inside me, the
ragin’ fuckin’ forces that are beatin’ the shit out of each other, with me in
the middle. I gulp my coffee.
“I feel a
lot better,” Angel says.
I turn
away from the window to look at her.
“Am I
supposed to care?”
“I just
thought--”
“You
thought wrong, bitch. You don’t think at all when you’re with me, ok?”
Angel
stiffens and looks at me, her eyes wide.
“O-ok.”
“Good,” I
say. The frustration is fillin’ up in me, burstin’ to get out, and she’s close
enough to feel it.
I can’t
let myself get close to her. I can’t let her inside. She’s already under my
skin. Makin’ me feel things I don’t wanna feel, think things that I don’t wanna
be thinkin’.
This
bitch will destroy me.
Favorite Author: Diana Gabaldon
Favorite Food: Japanese
Favorite Superhero: Spiderman
Favorite Place I’ve Been: Yucatan Peninsula
Writing Must Haves: Coffee and chocolate
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