I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“Does it hurt that bad to love me like that?” I ask him, but without judgment. If it hurts, it hurts. Crown glances back and then stands up, climbing off so that he can turn to look at me. “Worse than anything I’ve ever experienced,” he admits, watching me there with memories dancing in his eyes, illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light. It’s a gas lamp which makes it flicker like real flame. That’s what this man’s attention to detail is like. A regular porch light wasn’t enough to bring his wife home to. “Like being eviscerated, crucified, and left to rot in the hot sun.”

“It’s mine.” He stares back at me with this confident surety that makes me want to scream. I could strangle this man. “We made a baby when we fucked in that church; it’s probably the anti-Christ,”

“What is wrong with you?” “Clinically?”

“And I did it all while pregnant.” I keep smiling. I’m sure it’s hideous. I’m sure I look like a demon from the Old Testament, something wicked and carnal and sinful and violent. “But hey, maybe I should’ve been born with a dick, and you’d patch me into your club?”

“You used to be so fun. Now you just drink orange juice and watch Sons of Anarchy on repeat.”