Page 83 of Deceiver

At least we’re in it together.

The club has a lot more to go through now, but at the very least, Western and I can finally start our lives together.

“Well,” Myla’s voice comes from behind us, and I glance over my shoulder to see her standing at the door, “I’ll be.”

Colt growls something, but she completely ignores him.

“I had my doubts about you,” she tells Western, “I guess I was wrong.”

“What did I say about enterin’ my club,” Colt barks at her.

She rolls her eyes. “Take a chill pill, grandpa, I’m just congratulating my cousin here on his freedom.”

I can’t help it this time, I burst out laughing.

Colt glares at me, but I can’t stop the rolling giggles that escape my throat.

Western holds onto me tighten, but I know he’s fighting back his own smile.

I cannot wait to see how this unfolds for Colt.

Myla isn’t going to go easy on him.

Oh, what a story that will be.

THE END