Epilogue
(Also, about all the Kentucky Kings in Property of Whiskey)
Diva’s Deal
Amelia
I ran to the Queens of Anarchy with my son in my arms and fear snapping at my heels.
They fed us. Hid us. Protected us.
Then they gave me a crown behind my ear and a road name I never asked for.
Diva.
I should have known better than to accept gifts from outlaw women who smile like saints and handle problems like sinners. The Queens helped me escape my abusive husband, but freedom doesn’t come free in Lonerock, Oregon. Not when Hot Mama is the woman holding the ledger.
Now she is calling in the favor.
My mother, Caroline, left secrets buried in Queens territory. Secrets tied to the Kings of Anarchy and a deal she made before she ran from Oregon with more fear than truth packed in her bags. Hot Mama says I’m the only one who can finish what my mother started.
All I have to do is walk into a room full of dangerous people, pretend my spine is straighter than my fear, and make it back alive.
Easy, right?
Except I have a little boy waiting for me in Kentucky. August thinks I hung the moon, packed snacks for the trip, and know how to make every monster stay gone. He doesn’t know his mama is stepping into a job that could make her disappear.
And Derby…
Derby is the biker I ran from to save him, the man who followed me anyway, and the only outlaw dangerous enough to make me feel safe. He wants to ride beside me. I want to let him. God help me, I want his hands on me, his bike under me, and his name close enough to feel like home.
But this deal is mine.
Not because I belong to the Queens.
Not because I’m property.
Because for the first time in my life, I’m done letting men decide where I stand.
Hot Mama gave me a crown.
Derby gave me a road home.
Now I have to prove I can wear one without losing the other.
Derby
Amelia ain’t property.
I know that.
I learned it the hard way when she used the keys I gave her and disappeared across the country with my heart riding shotgun.
Now she is back in Kentucky with a crown tattoo behind her ear, a road name that fits too damn well, and a debt to the Queens of Anarchy MC. Hot Mama calls her Diva like it’s funny.
It ain’t.
It’s a warning.
The Queens want Amelia for a job tied to her dead mother and the kind of old biker secrets men bury because they know women will dig deeper.
I want to tell her no.
I want to lock every door, put my cut on her back, and make every bastard from Kentucky to Oregon understand she is mine to protect, mine to touch, mine to bring home.
But loving Amelia means I don’t get to cage the woman I claim to love.
So I bite down on every ugly instinct I own and watch her walk toward danger with my name on her lips, my kid in her heart, and a promise to come back.
She says this is her deal.
Fine.
But if the Queens think I’m letting Diva ride alone, they ain’t met me.
And if any man thinks he can use her mother’s ghosts to hurt what is mine, he better make peace with whatever god still answers outlaws.
Amelia may be property of no one.
For now.
But someday, when she chooses it, she is going to be Property of Derby.
And until then, I’ll ride every bad road beside her, behind her, or straight through hell itself to make sure Diva comes home.
Property of Whiskey -
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Morgan Jane Mitchell comes the next in her Kings of Anarchy MC: Kentucky series, Property of Whiskey
Twila
I'm the deputy of Paradise, a side-hustle wrestler in Hell, and the Sheriff's daughter, which means most men in Kentucky look at me like I come with headlocks and handcuffs. Not to mention a curfew and my daddy's shotgun.
I'm tired of road checks, loose cows, and breaking up fights over who called who a heifer at the Piggly Wiggly. I want a real case.
Then girls in Hell start going missing.
And I catch Whiskey red-handed, blood on his knuckles, a body in the dirt, and a terrified girl on his Harley. I think I've finally got my chance to prove myself.
Before I can arrest him, he takes me.
Now I'm trapped with the most dangerous King in Kentucky, a tattooed biker with a filthy mouth, a record, and a softer side I never saw coming, a kid depending on him. The sexy biker is a single dad. He swears the club isn't behind the mess.
Every mile I spend in his hands makes it harder to remember I'm supposed to hate him.
Especially when he keeps touching me like he's already decided I belong to him.
Whiskey
Twila Dix is Sheriff Dix's daughter, Paradise's deputy, and a mouthy little menace with a badge and a right hook.
She saw too much on the wrong night and understood just enough to get herself killed, so I took her before Pearly Gates could.
Call it a public service if you're feeling generous.
I've already got enough on my plate keeping the Kings' secrets, staying ahead of my past, and raising my kid without a deputy from Paradise stomping through my house, my business, and under my skin.
Now Twila's under my roof, in my clothes, and one smart remark away from finding out exactly how fast a King can turn captivity into something a whole lot filthier.
Her daddy made sure every man in town was too scared to come near her.
Lucky for me, I've never scared easy.