Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club, #4) - Sarah Castille
Naiya Kelly knew he would come for her.
O God, by Your mercy, rest is given to the souls of the faithful, be pleased to bless this grave.
She just hadn’t expected it so soon.
Appoint Your holy angels to guard it and set free from all the chains of sin and the soul of her whose body is buried here …
And certainly not at the cemetery in the middle of her mother’s burial service.
So that with all Thy saints she may rejoice in Thee forever.
She repeated the words in her head, praying for the same deliverance the priest sought to give her mother, although they both knew Laurie Kelly was going to hell.
Which is exactly where Naiya would be going as soon as the priest finished the service, because the devil stood waiting for her on the other side of the wrought-iron gates.
She focused on the holy water the priest sprinkled over the coffin, each perfect drop beading on the rough-hewn wood. Anything but turn and meet the dark, steady gaze of her mother’s killer—the man who had brutally stripped away Naiya’s innocence seven years ago, and was back for more. No, not a man. A monster.
Viper. President of the Black Jacks Motorcycle Club (MC). Self-styled outlaw biker king of Montana.
Her fingers slid over the ring on her left hand—silver, with four crossed sabers on a black background. The Good Mark of the Phantom. It was the only clue she had to the identity of her father now that her mother was gone. As a child, she’d read every Phantom comic book she could get her hands on, imagining her father had left the ring for her as a form of protection because he couldn’t be with her. The Phantom had no superpowers but relied on strength and intelligence to defeat his foes.
So how was she going to escape a cemetery with only one gate and six outlaw bikers waiting for her in a sea of chrome and leather?
Salvation from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us …
Her hand curled around the bouquet of roses she had brought to lay on her mother’s grave, her fingers white from the morning frost. Usually she loved Montana’s autumns for the brilliant colors and cool evenings, but an early cold snap had sent the leaves tumbling from the trees, and Devil’s Hills had gone from green to brown overnight, brutally ripping away the tail end of what had been a beautiful Indian summer.
Shine on those who sit in darkness and death’s shadow …
She hadn’t been back to Devil’s Hills since she’d run away seven years ago, but the small, former mining town hadn’t changed at all. With it’s pretty main street adorned with brightly colored historic buildings, an abundance of American flags and eclectic shops, and nestled against a backdrop of snow-covered mountains, it was hard to believe the town was the seat of the largest Black Jacks MC chapter in Montana and not a tourist paradise.
Naiya plucked a petal from one of the white roses as the priest prayed. White for the purity her mother had lost the day she met Viper. White to wipe the slate clean. Grandma Kelly had been a devout Catholic and had done her best to save Naiya’s mother’s soul, but once Viper got his fangs into her, there was nothing Grandma Kelly could do. His poison had tainted not just Laurie’s life, but Naiya’s, too.
I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?
No. Of course she didn’t believe it. She would be dead the minute she left the cemetery, or at the very least wishing she was dead. She could feel Viper’s eyes boring into her, staining her soul. He probably had a needle all ready to get Naiya addicted to the same drugs he’d given her mother to keep her willing and compliant.
Naiya’s mother had been Viper’s favorite sweet butt—one of many women who hung around the MC, doing chores and servicing the needs of the bikers in exchange for safety and a place to live—and second only in importance to his old lady, the biker equivalent of a wife. Naiya couldn’t see the appeal of a forty-year-old meth addict to a man who could have any woman he wanted, especially when he’d demonstrated a taste for fifteen-year-old girls.
In the end, Naiya’s mother had paid a high price for Viper’s