“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll remember tonight. Remember how much I love you.”
A chill races down my spine.
“Dev, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”
He tightens his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Nothing, baby. Just club business.”
I lift my head, searching his face for truth—but the vulnerability in his eyes stops me from pushing harder.
I nod slowly. “I promise. But you have to promise me something too.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me that whatever’s going on in your head... we face it together. No secrets. No lies. Just us.”
For a moment, pain flashes across his face. Then he kisses me again—soft, reverent. Like he’s saying something he can’t speak aloud.
“I promise to tell you everything I can,” he whispers.
But something in his voice tells me it’s a promise he already knows he’ll break.
I want to press him. Demand answers. But exhaustion pulls at me. I curl into his side, my ear pressed to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His fingers trace slow, comforting patterns on my back. Sleep takes me before I can ask more.
“I love you, Daniela,” he whispers into the dark. “More than you’ll ever know.”
Those are the last words I hear before I drift off—wrapped in the arms of the man I love more than life itself.
But even in my dreams, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s coming.
Something that might change everything.
And I’m not sure our love will be enough to survive it.
Chapter 5
Devil
“Morning,” a quiet voice says as I roll over in bed.
I stretch, arms overhead, a satisfied sound rumbling in my throat. “Good morning. How are you feeling? We got a little wild last night. Not too sore?”
She shakes her head, and the love bites on her neck are front and center—like a mark of possession. Anyone who sees her now, even if they don’t know she’s an old lady of the Saint’s Outlaws, or the daughter of the former president, will at least know one thing: she’s taken.
Before Dani, I wasn’t a possessive asshole. I chalked the shift up to playing the role of MC president. But the longer I’m with her, the clearer it becomes—it’s not an act. It’s just how I feel. How she makes me feel.
Dani might’ve started as a mark, a means to an end. But the moment I saw those bright green eyes, it became something else. Something real.
“I loved it,” she says softly. “Missed it, actually. You’ve got my full permission to do that whenever you want. We’re not going back to how it was before. We have to promise each other that, Dev. My parents... they struggled to show love when I was a kid, and I swore I’d never be like that. So if you ever feel me pulling away, you better pull me back.”
I wrap my arms around her and hold on like my life depends on it—because in some ways, it does. In the middle of this chaos, she’s the one thing that grounds me.
I drop a kiss on her forehead and nuzzle into her hair. “I’ll always pull you back. You’re my life, Dani.”
“And you’re mine,” she says with a soft smile.
There’s a noticeable lightness in my chest as I pull into the Saint’s Outlaws garage. For the first time in weeks, I don’t dread the day ahead. I hop off my bike and walk toward the bays, where the sounds of wrenches, hydraulic lifts, and people yelling back and forth. This is the type of stuff that reminds me of my regular life before I went undercover. If I weren’t who I am now, I’d be a mechanic.
It’s the legit front for what we do. The bikes and cars we fix pay some of the bills. But the grow op and other side hustles? They fund the life we’re living.
