Luck of the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 2)

“Look how fucking sexy that is,” TJ says more to himself than anyone else, but it distracts me from my next task briefly.

“Sick fuck,” I murmur, but I look at the girl anyway.

I know what he’s talking about the second the words leave his mouth. He isn’t turned on by the unconscious, vulnerable woman. It’s the blood splattered all over her body that’s getting his dick hard.

“Are we going to leave her there?”

TJ nods. “Let her wake up in this mess. Maybe she’ll learn her fucking lesson.”

He walks closer to her, stepping absently over one of the dead guys. If I were normal, the sight of three young men scattered in pieces around the room would freak me out. The only thing I’m concerned about though is their penchant for date-rape and wondering if their blood contains anything antibiotics won’t cure, because we’re both covered in it. You can’t rip out someone’s entrails and slit their throat while their heart is still pumping without getting a little blood on your clothes.

“You should be safe at home reading a book or something, beautiful.” TJ uses his gloved hand to sweep her blood-matted blonde hair from her face. “Now, you’re here covered in blood.”

She whimpers, her eyes fluttering open before closing again.

“You want to be identified?” I hiss.

The guy I was planning to leave alive is quickly becoming another witness we don’t need.

“It was my pleasure saving you.” TJ swipes his finger through a splatter of blood on her arm and then draws a heart on her cheek.

He’s so close to institutionalization, it’s unreal. The man is certifiable, crazy as crazy gets. Yet, I love him as a brother, and couldn’t ask for a better accomplice in getting retribution for the pain they caused our girl.

“Proceed,” he says as he stands up straight, finally focusing on the matter at hand.

“Do you like watching women get raped?” I cross the distance to the last man alive and squeeze his jaw until he yelps in pain.

His response is more blubbering and generic pleas for his life.

“Listen to me.” He sobs again, forcing me to shake his head until he looks up at me. “Are you listening?”

“Please don’t kill me,” he begs. “I’ll do anything.”

“I’m betting on it,” I agree.Chapter 1Molly

You know those plans you make?

The ones that go off without a hitch in your head?

I’ve imagined how tonight was going to go for years.

YEARS!

I’m certain that no less than a million times since I noticed Briar was more than just one of my brothers’ friends, I’ve run scenario after scenario through my mind about how our first kiss is going to happen. It’s been tweaked a little over the years.

The way I imagined this kiss ending when I was fourteen was incredibly different than the dream that woke me up this morning with my breaths soughing out in harsh pants and my legs trembling.

You see, having an orgasm in your sleep will leave you exhausted, yet begging for more. My mouth waters with just the thought of his lips on mine. Almost nightly since I came home from school, thoughts of him have led to exactly that, an unsated body and images that are eating away at my timidness, forcing me to plan.

It’s made me brave.

It’s pushed me into action.

It’s the reason I’ve been stalking him like a lion creeping up in the grass behind an inattentive gazelle.

Only Briar isn’t a gazelle.

He isn’t the prey.

He’s the predator.

Most days it feels as if the roles are reversed, and he’s watching me, waiting for me. Only he never pounces. He never gets caught licking his lips as if he’s anticipating the taste of my skin the way a hungry beast would. He never takes that next step, and he makes damn sure we’re never left alone together. I’ve been able to corner him a few times in the last couple of weeks, but we always get interrupted. There are so many damn people around the clubhouse and my house on the back of the property that privacy is impossible.

If he didn’t haunt my every waking moment, if I couldn’t feel his eyes on me every second, maybe things would be different. Yet, there he is, near my brother, watching me. Lynch is so wrapped up in my best friend Zoe that he isn’t aware of anything but her. It’s the perfect diversion as far as I’m concerned.

I know Briar is well aware of me.

I know he sees me talking to one of the new hangarounds.

Disappointment draws his brows together as I lean in closer to the handsome boy who has no idea that he’s the pawn in my sick, fucked-up game.

“I was told to stay away from you,” the drunk guy says, never taking his eyes from the front of my low-cut top. My breasts are on display as much as I can make them without one of my brothers or Briar losing their shit over it. I mean, Professor’s boy toy, Kai is riding his cock in the living room while a girl sucks his dick, but heaven forbid I show a little damn skin.