“Come here, baby.”
I smirk, flicking the ring around on my finger, and launch myself at him again.
“Always?” he asks into my hair.
“Always.” I cry, swiping my tears. “Until forever ends.”
“And when forever ends, I’ll continue to love you,” he replies, pressing a kiss onto the ring that will now permanently be planted on my finger.
“And me too, ‘cause you will never get rid of me. And even if you tried, I’d follow you, ‘cause I’m a good friend like that. Anyway! I wanted—”
“Miles!” Raze snaps. “Shut the fuck up.”
Where time begins… until forever ends…
“SO ANYWAY, BABY GIRL. THAT’S how your mommy and daddy started their story.” I pat the cool pearl marble headstone, running my rough palm over it. “The end is only the beginning, and we miss you every single day, Iris.”
I fight the tears that are trapped behind my eyes. Never cried in my life, but if there was any one person who deserves my tears, it’s my little girl.
“Daddy loves you. I may not be able to show it how Mommy shows it, or how Uncle Miles does, but I do,” I whisper. “I loved you before I even knew you, and not even your mommy had that on me.” I grin. “And she pretty much has everything on me.” I chuckle, taking a seat on the grass and leaning against the headstone, tapping the pink, purple, and blue wind charm.
After a while, I stand to my feet, dust off the dirt from my jeans, bend down, and place a final kiss on her headstone. “You’ll always be my angel.”
The End
The Devil Should Run (The Devil’s Own #4)
Coming soon.
Psychopath
noun
A person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior.
synonyms: madman/madwoman, mad person, deranged person, maniac, lunatic, psychotic, sociopath
- informal
an unstable and aggressive person.
- informal/2
F R O S T
Since I was a little girl, I have been surrounded by hate, death, murder, and slavery. I’ve been guarded my whole life by my brother—kingpin of the underworld and the most feared individual in the United States of America. And then furthermore guarded when I found out the president of The Devil’s Own MC was my long-lost half-brother. Being tossed around from one extreme protection to another has left a part of me yearning to break out of its cage.
Panting, wanting, needing to unleash the side of me I’ve always known was there.
My secret is mine.
No one knows what I hide or why I hide it. How I fight for love, because if I didn’t, my rage would win and I’d be a mere shadow of the girl they’ve grown to know.
But I broke.
And the man who held the hammer to the shattered walls I spent years building to cage in my rage—is a psychopath.
I’m always terrified that I’m leaving someone out when I write my acknowledgements, because there are just so many incredible people who have contributed to my writing career one way or another, whether it be their friendship, their advice, or their eyes. This doesn’t go in order. I’m totally winging it (surprise, surprise). I want to start with a huge thank you to these girls: Caro Richard, Andrea Florkowski, Franci Neil, Michel Prosser, and Amy Halter: my beta team! Thank you for caring about my stories enough to tell me when something is shit.
Isis Te Tuhi, Anne Malcom, and Caro Richard: my girls. I adore each of you, thank you for being there for me every day—no joke, I hit them up every single day. Nina Levine, for being your sweet self and being there for me for anything, I adore you! My Wolf Pack, I can’t shout out how much I love these girls. They’re my tribe, at times my rock, and above all—my girls. Jay Aheer for the beautiful cover, you talented little human. Kayla Robichaux for being my top bish, my soul sister, and my editor! Barbra Hoover for polishing my words at the very end and always doing it in such a respectable way. The girls from Give Me Books, for all the hard work they put into promoting authors like me! You girls are the real MVP. To the bloggers, I can’t express how much I admire and love you all. Thank you for all that you do! My loyal, amazing, sassy readers: I love you HARD. None of this would be possible without all of your undying support, thank you! Last but not least, my little family. There have been times where you’ve all had to live on Weetbix (hey, kiwi kids and all that…), toast, and leftovers. There have been times when I’ve had to lock myself away and ignore you, because I had either found my flow or I was on a deadline (they never come at the same time. Oh no, that would be too easy). Love you, munchkins! For us! To my other half, for always holding it down when I need it and for being supportive through it all. Think this is long enough? I think so.
OTHER BOOKS by Amo Jones
Razing Grace: Part 1
Razing Grace: Part 2
The Silver Swan
Perilous Love (Sinful Souls MC, #1)
Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC, Volume 2)
Tainted Love (Sinful Souls MC, Volume 3)
One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil’s Own, #1)
Hellraiser (The Devil’s Own, #2)
F*ucker
Losing Traction (Westbeach, #1)
Amo Jones, Razing Grace [Part 2]
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