Outcasts (Badlands 3)

Grimm and I had gone through hell.

Now, it was Cobra’s turn.

Epilogue

Did it seem like we would have trouble in paradise?

Sure as fuck did.

The Savages, though…

We’re a family, blood or not, and every family goes through shit from time to time.

We were back on track a week later trying to figure out the best course of action. Vitus had been right.

The DNA test was the best option to get Frank, the mayor, to back the fuck off.

And so life went on.

My life, specifically.

I grinned up at Brat, and she smiled back.

She loosened her fatal grip on my hair, urging me to come higher.

Not bothering to wipe my face, I rose up and rested between her spread legs. I lightly trailed my fingers over the bruises on her neck.

She’d got her little ass shitfaced off hooch. If I thought Brat was a pain-slut sober, her drunk was a whole new fucking animal.

Last night was a special occasion. Brat took her initiation like a champ, rode me like a pro, goat blood and all, until I took over. My aching balls and happy dick agreed I’d made the right decision. I craved to make her pussy bleed.

“Tell me how happy I make you,” I demanded.

She leaned up, licking her arousal clean off my face, beard and all. “You’re gonna milk this forever aren’t ya?” she asked with a laugh.

“I can’t put into any more words how happy you’ve made me, Tell me how happy I make you.”

“You just fed me some delicious pussy for breakfast, and let me put a ball and chain on your finger; I’m very fucking happy, Brat.”

She grinned at her diamond, and looked up at me with full adoration. Every time she gave me her eyes, I loved her hellion ass a little more.

The most damaged parts of her soul still shone strong enough to give me a peace I’d never known. That fucking brimstone flaring inside her would forever be my altar to worship.

She was mercy. I was death.

She’d always be Sally. I’d be her Jack.

A goddess like Persephone, to a Dark lord like Hades.

Queen of death.

Queen of me.

For always.

Death came to me in the form of a man.

He replaced the halo that had fallen from my head with a crown forged of bone, blood, and desert roses.