Diablo's Throne MMA Books 1-3
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“Keep your pecker in your pants,” Trick hollers, catching all our attention.
We all glance down to see Jag pissing in the weeds. “I’m in the wild. It’s what men do.”
“Alice, I’d apologize, but it’s worthless,” Boss says before tipping back his longneck.
Alice places her hand on Boss’ arm. “I’ve grown used to that one.”
“Oh, Mack, I forgot to tell you that Libby was busted for embezzling. She’s facing up to twenty years in the pen.” Alice grins wide.
“Are you kidding me?” I shout, startling Nicole.
“Nope.”
Libby has been a thorn in my side since we returned here. I’ve gotta give it to her; she doesn’t give up. This news doesn’t make me happy. Part of me feels sorry for Libby and her pathetic antics. The saddest part is this small town let her get away with it for years. She thought she was the queen. I’m slowly learning the ways of small towns and how corrupt they are.
My heart aches for her two children. I work closely with them through an afterschool program I started here in Idaho. It didn’t matter that they had parents in their life. We help all children from every different walk of life. They’ll need us even more after this, and we will be there for them.
My dream job of running a non-profit organization came true. With help from Trick’s inheritance and our hard work, we got up and running. Operation Yellow opened their doors nearly ten months ago. We serve the youth of the surrounding towns. It’s a safe place where children can go after school and on the weekends. They are always fed, loved, and have plenty of books to read.
Trick is a crowd favorite at Yellow. I say it’ll be just a handful of years before his own gym sits next to Yellow. He loves working with the young kids. He did get his degree in accounting but hasn’t used it. One night I asked if he regretted it, and his simple answer was, “Hell no.” Between the ranch and Yellow, our hearts are full and bodies exhausted at the end of the day.
“Is that the b who wants Trick?” Sunni asks.
“Bitch,” Dexter chirps.
“Yeah,” I get out with a giggle.
Boss and Alice get lost in their own conversation. Layla leans forward between the twins and whispers.
“I think my dad has a crush.”
I glance over to the two of them to notice Alice didn’t move her hand. “I think Alice is smitten.”
“We’d really be a crazy, screwed-up family,” Sunni adds.
The boys are covered in red, sticky liquid. Layla hops up and strips their clothes off and walks them down to the creek. I pass back Nicole and follow her. I stop at Belle and Trick.
“I think you’re ready, Belle. I’m going to hop on my horse.”
I hold the reins while Trick unties his horse. It will never get old watching my strong man hitch his boot in a stirrup and throw his leg over the saddle. He never wears a cowboy hat. It always a Diablo’s Throne ball cap.
“Here, sweetie.” I hand her the reins and make sure they’re adjusted. “I miss riding.”
Trick and I have spent hours riding in silence on the ranch. It’s my favorite part of life here.
“What are those two doing?” I point to Cruz and Jag.
“They’re going to finish drywalling the mud room.”
“You trust them?” I ask.
“My daddy is really good. Jag fifty-fifty,” Belle answers for him, shaking her hand side to side.
“What she said,” Trick responds with a sexy as hell smirk on his face.
“Have fun, you two. Keep an eye out for our dove.” I pat Trick’s leg.
He leans down. I reach up on my tiptoes. Trick catches my bottom lip with his teeth before he kisses the hell out of me. My knees weaken, and butterflies flutter low in my belly like the first time he kissed me. The sensation will never grow old.
I force myself to pull back. Trick nudges his horse into a walk. Belle mirrors his actions. I shade my eyes from the setting sun. The bright ball of yellow sinks ever so slowly behind a mountaintop. Yellow. It used to be my only solace of safety. It’s still my favorite color and always will be. It’s no longer my crutch. I don’t need one. Trick and my family are now my foundation.
I was once a broken girl with no future.
Today I stand here a strong and brave woman who has a family who loves her and a perfect baby boy growing in my belly. I can’t say all my dreams came true, because I never had any. Life happened and took me along for the best ride. I spin my wedding ring on my finger and thank God for Trenton William Jameson.
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HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
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