Excerpt: A scream rose above the music and laughter
humming in the background. Then silence. Complete and utter silence. Rack
winced. Outlaw pulled his nine, a reflex reaction and started down the hallway.
Light reflected off the gigantic mural of the Grim Reaper, his scythe dripping
blood, his eye sockets burning red.
The wail pierced the sudden stillness as he
rounded the corner. A little blonde urchin barreled into him and semi-peaceful
waves kicked into his brain. She stopped, his gun inches from her head and he
loosened his grip.
He stared into familiar eyes. Blue. Intense.
Brilliant. A perfect mirror of the former president of his MC. Only these eyes
were unfamiliar. And not because of
the dark circles ringing them.
They were the eyes of the daughter of the man