Eden's Joker (Devil’s Nightmare MC Next Generation, Book 7)

Prologue

I’ve lived with this hatred for so long I never knew a life without it. Hatred for the man who caused my mother and father to die. Hatred for the men who helped him carry it out. The hatred never went cold. It burns inside me from the minute I wake up to the moment I pass out at night. Never wavering. Never fading.

I learned to encase it in ice. I had to. Because the saying that revenge is best served cold isn’t just a cool thing to say. It’s solid advice. The only way to make it work.

I was only six years old when Devil’s Nightmare MC overtook my parents’ car on a lonely, empty road. Their bandana-covered faces are etched into my brain, the roaring sound of their bikes as they forced us off the road is something I always hear somewhere deep in the back of my mind, and the cold murder in their eyes is not a thing I’ll ever forget. I hear the shot that killed my mother in the same way. It rings out clear when I least expect it. Usually when something is off around me. Or when I need to pay attention to something I haven’t been paying attention to. Like a warning. It has saved my ass more times than I can count.

But I’d give that up in a second if I could just have her not die on that dusty road. Maybe my father had it coming, but not her. She had nothing to do with his crimes and his transgressions. There was nothing she could’ve done to stop him.

I would give anything to erase that day from my memories. By rights, I shouldn’t be able to remember it at all. I was too young, and the Devils left no one in our party alive. Except me. The dumb, silent witness to their ruthless, sadistic revenge.

I sat in that stuffy car for hours, watching flies buzz around my dead parents, too scared to move, too terrified to go outside and hug them goodbye. I regret that now.

But even if I had taken my last goodbye from them, it would change nothing.

They’d still be dead.

I’d still be plagued by the nightmares of seeing their murder.

And the hatred.

But all that will end now.

Because I have her. Eden. The vehicle of my revenge. The one that will bring me peace at long last.

She’s the purest of the Devil’s Nightmare MC princesses. The most innocent. The one whose torture and death will bring the most pain.

After all these years, her father will know the pain he caused me to drown in my whole life. And I’ll make sure he never stops seeing his beloved daughter’s mutilated body for the rest of his miserable life.

And then I will have peace.

Peace through blood. Given back the same way it was taken from me all those years ago.