“Shut the fuck up!” I shout and being the rebel she is, she doesn’t listen. Part of me loves that and I thrust even harder. When I finish inside of her, I see blood as I pull out and the devil inside me gets hard all over again.

Raven lies still on the bed, so I cover my cock up but remove my belt. I have plans for my girl.

I stand in the corner, glad that I have her back and just watch her. Eventually, Raven rolls onto her front, her face is dirty from her tears and she doesn’t dare to look at me.

“Raven.” I call, but she doesn’t answer.

After a couple more times shouting her, I’m about to storm over there but Raven turns to face me. “My name isn’t Raven.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I laugh. “She’s much better than you darling, but you will have to do whilst she’s not here.”

She looks back up to the ceiling and I decide to make a start in things. With my belt in my hand I make it over to the bed and strike her with the belt without her noticing. She screeches out loud from the pain and the shock. Her eyes bug out their sockets as she watches me hit her again. She puts her arms up to help save her but that just causes the belt to whip in her hands and they bleed immediately.

“Stop!” She cries.

I don’t listen to her, instead I crack the belt back down on her flesh and it hits across her stomach. Raven begins to cry and I hit her again and again and again. The ringing from my pocket stops me getting carried away. I have to accept the call, it could be important.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“They know where you are.” He lets me know their location before he hangs up.

“Mother fucker!” I shout, leaving Raven on the bed. She doesn’t interest me at all now, I need to get the fuck out of here.

“Listen up!” I shout as I run down the stairs. Everyone looks to me, giving me their full attention.

“My snitch told me The Kings know we are here.” I announce.

“I thought I heard some bikes earlier.” Switch speaks out loud.

“Fucking idiot!” I shout, landing a punch straight on her nose. “You should have told me!”

I let them know where they are positioned and we get ready to pounce. The Kings of Rebellion better fucking get ready, I’m in charge now.

I wake with a smile and a hard cock wedged against my ass. Last night I slept in Delvin’s room at the clubhouse because we went on our second date.

Devlin is slowly knocking down the wall that surrounds me. He’s seen nearly all of my scars now, except for the all-important ones tucked inside my underwear. Those are the scariest ones to unveil because Devlin doesn’t know I have two scars over my vagina and they might be the deal breaker for him. I bet he’s seen so many pretty ones, untouched, but no scarred ones.

Yesterday’s date was amazing. He took me out on his bike again and we didn’t stop until we reached this tiny little diner. Hardly anyone was in there and Devlin wanted to feed me my food. It was a little embarrassing at first, but after a little while those intense eyes of his started to show and it turned from embarrassing to sexual. It was pretty fucking hot and the ride back to the clubhouse was hard for me. I had my arms wrapped around that toned body of his, feeling his heat and wanting nothing more than to grab his cock. I could feel his hardness against my wrist as and I held onto him and it only added fuel to the fire. God I wanted him so bad, I’m just terrified of what he will think when he sees me naked.

I look over to Devlin as he sleeps beside me, he’s so gorgeously handsome. Honestly, before I had ever met The Devil Spawn if I had met Devlin I would have been all over him. There would be no waiting or feeling shy, but this is the hand that I have been dealt and I’m trying my best to get on with my life.

The bed sheet has dropped to Dev’s waist and he has one leg out of the covers that is draped over me. It’s pure fucking muscle and it makes me feel all tingly inside. I’m a sucker for thick muscular thighs, what can I say?

I look at all his tattoos along his chest and down his arms. He has Kings of Rebellion across the top of his pecks with roses underneath. He has a crown within his abs and I become so eager to touch it.

Devlin’s leg moves, the one that is securing me to the bed and I look up to see him opening his eyes.

“Good morning.” He greets, his voice sounds deep and sleepy and my insides do backflips.

“Morning.” I bury myself against his body and sigh, this feels good.

“You looking forward for today?” He asks.

“I can’t wait.” My body breaks out with excited nerves.

Today, Drew and I will be going to visit the building that Franky has given us for our salon. I still can’t believe he did it. My life has changed so much since I met The Kings and I feel like pinching myself every morning just to make sure I’m not still in the grotty basement in The Devil’s clubhouse and dreaming this place up.

We both get ready because I have to get back home to shower and dress before I have to meet Franky and Drew. Devlin did insist that I shower here, but I decline, letting him know that everything I need is at Lauren and Grim’s house.

“I really need to get my own place.” I grumble, sticking my hair up in a messy high pony tail.

“Why are you insistent on getting your own place?” Devlin shouts from the bathroom as he has his shower.

“I feel bad, I’m always in their way.” I admit. They may not admit it, but I know they want their own space. They could be sat alone at home, all cosy but I’m sat there. The annoying third wheel. Grim’s not so shy about it, hell he’s not shy about anything! I just think they deserve to have their own place without me there.

Besides, having my own place is the next step to getting my life back on track.

“Stay here with me.” Devlin offers and I’m glad he can’t see the expression on my face as he’s in the shower and I’m sat on his bed.

As nice as that offer is, my dream is not to live in a clubhouse. Devlin’s room is tiny, both of us can’t stay here.

“No, that’s ok.” I shout back. He has to be joking, right?

When Devlin is showered and ready, he takes me back home in his car. It’s weird travelling together in the car and not on his bike. We can have a conversation!

“I need to talk with Grim when we get there, so you can get ready and I’ll wait for you before I leave.” Devlin lets me know as we make our way.

“That’s fine.” I look down at where his hand lays on my knee. I think that’s really sweet, and his hand stays there until we arrive at Lauren and Grim’s.

I watch Natasha run up the stairs to get ready for her big day. She hasn’t told me herself but I know this is a big day for her. Fuck that woman is doing some crazy shit to me. I thought I loved her before, but spending more time with her is proving to myself that the longer I know her, the more and more I fall. I don’t know how long that can last, is that even possible? I do know that I’ll never leave her, no other man will ever have her because she’s my woman. I will protect her from harm and Strike will never touch her again. I’ve only just started to stay calm when I see her scars, I’m used to seeing them now but at first, whenever I would see them the anger I feel for Strike would hit me in the gut.

My meeting with Prez didn’t go to well. My father knows me better than anyone and knew that when I revealed information about Natasha’s scars and the reason behind them what I wanted to do.