Rough & Raw (Notorious Devils Book 2) Read Free Page A

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    Salvation .
    Dragging my suitcase with one arm while I hold Stella’s hand with the other, we slowly walk toward our destination. She’s solemn. She can sense a change, and I hope that whatever happens, I don’t scar her for life. Not that she hasn’t already been scarred in her short three years of existence. She’s seen more hell than a child her age ever should.
    The gates appear at the end of the road, and I know that we have reached our destination. I can only pray that Kentlee was sincere when she said her man, Fury, would help us and protect us. I have a feeling we’re going to need every bit of protection that this man and his club can offer.
    “Help you?” A man’s voice calls out as he walks toward the gate.
    “I’m looking for Kentlee,” I say softly as my eyes widen.
    The man is huge, built like a brick wall. He has long, black hair and a long beard. He looks frightening, and I feel Stella’s hand grip mine tightly in what I can assume is fear.
    “She know you’re comin’?” he asks, narrowing his eyes on me. He doesn’t open the gate.
    I see suspicion swirling in his eyes. Six years ago, I would have given him some smart ass answer, but that smart mouth has been beaten out of me.
    “No. I’m her sister,” I murmur. I then watch the man’s eyebrows shoot straight up.
    I look on in anticipation as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits a few buttons before he places it at his ear. I’m unable to listen to him as Stella has decided to pull on my arm. I bend down and get to eye level with her.
    “Where we are, mama?” she asks in her sweet voice.
    “We’re going to visit with Auntie Kentlee,” I say.
    I know I’ve already told her, but this is all new—a complete culture shock to her. Dirty country roads aren’t something she’s ever seen before; neither are bikers.
    “Who’s dat man?” she asks, scrunching up her nose.
    “Auntie Kentlee’s friend,” I explain, hoping she won’t say anything embarrassing. She’s three—I can’t stop half the shit that flies from her mouth.
    “He looks like a big grizzly bear,” she points out. I try to hide my smile.
    “That’s why they call me Grizz, little darlin’,” he explains.
    I turn my head around to look at him. He’s got a huge smile on his face, and I’m so thankful he didn’t take offence to my little Stella.
    “Kent ain’t here, but Fury is. He said to let you all in,” the big man, I now know as Grizz, says as he opens one side of the gate.
    “Thank you,” I murmur.
    “Let me take your bags, yeah?” he asks as he reaches for our luggage and takes it swiftly from my hand.
    I inhale deeply and try to relax as I follow this giant toward the building I know to be the Notorious Devil’s clubhouse. A place horror stories often come from. My sister is immersed in this life though, and if she can handle it, then so can I. She’s softer than I am, always has been; sweeter, too.
    I have seen horror and hell while encased in a gorgeous home. Nothing can be worse than what I have already endured.
    “He’ll meet you in the bar, just wait for him there,” Grizz says, pushing my bag against the wall of the entrance.
    “My bags?” I ask, looking from him to the luggage.
    “Ain’t goin’ nowhere. They’ll be fine right here, babe,” he grunts. I nod.
    “You aren’t going in there with me?” I ask, wiping my sweaty hand on my tight jeans.
    I’m wearing a pair of skin tight, legging jeans and a scoop neck tank top. It’s a casual outfit that I had hidden from Scotty because, as his wife, I was not allowed to be casual any longer. Dresses and suits were all I was permitted to wear. I hated them. Despised them . I’m only twenty-five years old. I love cute skinny jeans.
    “Nope, I gotta get back to the gates. You’re good, babe. Place is dead during the day.” He winks and strolls away as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
    I take another deep breath before I curl my fingers around the door