Savoring Mila (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 3)

“I told Aunt Emmie and Mom to postpone the wedding preparations.” My heart clenched, and fresh tears filled my eyes. “Just postpone,” he rushed to say. “I don’t want to put more stress on you right now, babe. Once Monroe is back where she belongs, we’ll get married. I promise.”

“Th-thank you,” I whispered, scrubbing the back of my hand over my tears. “I hadn’t even thought about the wedding, and… Yeah. I really don’t think I could have put my whole heart into any wedding plans right now. Thank you.”

“I want our day to be special, and I knew it wouldn’t be if she weren’t here.” He kissed me, a tender kiss full of all his love for me. “And now, I need you to get up. There’s someone downstairs who is going to help us get Monroe back.”

I jerked upright, my heart pounding. “What? How?”

“My cousins Nevaeh and Mia are married to the owners of the top personal security company in the country. Aunt Emmie called her son-in-law after I told her about the wedding, and he hopped on his plane and just arrived about ten minutes ago. Barrick and Braxton are downstairs waiting to meet you and get all the information you can give them on Monroe and Fontana.”

“Lyric.” I threw my arms around him. “Thank you. This means everything to me. Thank you,” I repeated, kissing him over and over again. “I love you so much.”

He kissed me back. “Babe, I would do anything for you. I don’t care what it is, what it costs, or who I have to kill to get it done. I will take care of you and these babies and everyone you love. I’ll always make sure you never regret giving me your heart, my Mila.”

“Never,” I breathed against his lips. “I will never regret loving you.”

This isn’t the end. You will see more of Mila and Lyric in both Surviving His Scars and Loving Violet.

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Prologue

Monroe

“I’m so bored,” Mila complained loudly as she stomped up the stairs in front of me. “It’s freaking summer vacation and we can’t even leave the house without an armed escort.”

“That’s right, missy,” Mom called from the kitchen. “And don’t even think about sneaking out tonight to go to that party I know your idiot friends are having.”

“Mom!” she whined. “I just want to have some fun and hang out with my friends.”

“You want to see them, they can come here. But you are not leaving this damn house without your father or one of your uncles with you.”

The way her voice shook only spiked my anxiety over this sudden lockdown higher. Ever since the attack on the MC’s clubhouse the week before, Daddy had been raging. And freaking out about Mila and I leaving the house unprotected.

Our father, James ‘Spider’ Masterson didn’t freak out over nothing. V

ery little scared him, but suddenly he was terrified. For our safety.

I wasn’t sure what was going on, they never told us anything when it was MC related, but the tension I was feeling from him was enough to make me shake. So I wasn’t going to complain about not getting to go out. It wasn’t like I did that often anyway. Only when Mila dragged me along to hang out with her friends, who I could barely stand.

We might have looked exactly alike in every physical way, but we were completely different on the inside. She was the wild child of the two of us, and I was happy just to curl up in my window with a really good book and disappearing into an entirely different world.

With a huff, Mila stomped into her room and slammed the door so hard the floor shook as I walked calmly to my own room. From downstairs I heard Mom muttering loudly to herself, asking Jesus for patience and professing to love her children repeatedly as if she needed to remind herself. It was something she did often after Mila threw a fit.

Shaking my head at the two of them, I stepped into my room and closed the door with a soft click before crossing to my bed and dropping down on the pillows. Sighing contently, I reached for the stack of books on the corner of my nightstand…

Only to find a small square box on top of the pile.

Frowning, I sat up, examining the box a little closer. I couldn’t remember putting it there, and it wasn’t typical of one of my parents to leave me random gifts.

Curious, I carefully lifted the top off the box. Inside was a fold piece of paper in masculine handwriting and a necklace. Running my index finger over the small silver medallion, I picked it up and let it dangle in front of my face.

It looked like a warrior holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other while he stood on the back of...a beast? Grabbing my phone, I did a quick search of the picture depicted on the medallion.

Saint Michael.

As I read about patron saint, my heart melted a little. Someone had given me a talisman, to protect me. It was exactly what I needed with Daddy freaking out every day and sweating bullets. I’d felt unsafe ever since he’d come home one night, demanding to know if we’d seen following us lately.