Series: Satan's Fury MC - Little Rock
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 13, 2025
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
Photographer/Cover Model: Chris Ross
My jaw was clenched tight as I got out of bed and got dressed. I knew I was on edge when I left my room, but I didn’t know exactly how bad it was until I walked into the kitchen and found a gallon of milk sitting on the counter. It was already sweating and half-warm, and the sight of it threw me into a rage.
“Who the hell left this out?”
Goose glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “That’d be me. I’ll get it in a sec.”
“Don’t bother.” I picked it up and tossed it in the trash. “It’s garbage now.”
“Woah,” Goose gasped. “That was still good.”
“Yeah, if you like drinking curdled milk.” I started pouring myself some coffee as I grumbled, “Next time, put the damn thing back in the fridge.”
He muttered something under his breath, which only twisted the screw in deeper. My mood was far from improving when Memphis strolled into the kitchen. As he opened the pantry door, he glanced over his shoulder and asked, “You hear about the flat on the SUV?”
That had my entire throat turning into a knot. I turned to face him as I snarled, “What flat?”
“The back left,” he answered like it was no big deal. “Looked low yesterday, but it’s damn near dead now.”
“And no one thought to fix it?” I snapped. “No one thought, ‘Hey, maybe we shouldn’t let the only reliable set of wheels we got sit on its ass in the lot’?”
“I was gonna…”
“Don’t say you were gonna take care of it,” I cut him off. “You either did, or you didn’t, and clearly, you didn’t.”
I could feel the whole room shift. The boys sitting at the kitchen table looked down at their food, doing their best to avoid eye contact, and those who were standing by the door made their way out. No one wanted to poke the bear, not when I was already halfway to losing it.
But Goose was never one to tread lightly.
He ignored all the red flags and turned to face me with a smirk, “So, I’m guessing your night out with your new lady friend didn’t go so great, huh?”
I glared daggers at him, but he didn’t flinch.
He just sat there with that shit-eating grin and added, “Ah, damn. It went that bad.”
And just like that, it hit me like a punch to the gut.
I wasn’t pissed about the noise or the stupid milk.
I wasn’t even all that pissed about the damn tire. Not really.
It was her.
It was the way she’d looked at me last night when she told me she couldn’t do this. I’d thought things were going fine. Better than fine. I thought they were great. But somewhere between the ball field and the ride home, I’d felt her pull back.
It was subtle, but it was there.
I couldn’t figure out why it had happened.
Regardless, it had nothing to do with the boys, and it wasn’t fair to take it out on them. I raked a hand down my face, and I felt the fight drain right out of me. “Damn.”
“Who the hell left this out?”
Goose glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “That’d be me. I’ll get it in a sec.”
“Don’t bother.” I picked it up and tossed it in the trash. “It’s garbage now.”
“Woah,” Goose gasped. “That was still good.”
“Yeah, if you like drinking curdled milk.” I started pouring myself some coffee as I grumbled, “Next time, put the damn thing back in the fridge.”
He muttered something under his breath, which only twisted the screw in deeper. My mood was far from improving when Memphis strolled into the kitchen. As he opened the pantry door, he glanced over his shoulder and asked, “You hear about the flat on the SUV?”
That had my entire throat turning into a knot. I turned to face him as I snarled, “What flat?”
“The back left,” he answered like it was no big deal. “Looked low yesterday, but it’s damn near dead now.”
“And no one thought to fix it?” I snapped. “No one thought, ‘Hey, maybe we shouldn’t let the only reliable set of wheels we got sit on its ass in the lot’?”
“I was gonna…”
“Don’t say you were gonna take care of it,” I cut him off. “You either did, or you didn’t, and clearly, you didn’t.”
I could feel the whole room shift. The boys sitting at the kitchen table looked down at their food, doing their best to avoid eye contact, and those who were standing by the door made their way out. No one wanted to poke the bear, not when I was already halfway to losing it.
But Goose was never one to tread lightly.
He ignored all the red flags and turned to face me with a smirk, “So, I’m guessing your night out with your new lady friend didn’t go so great, huh?”
I glared daggers at him, but he didn’t flinch.
He just sat there with that shit-eating grin and added, “Ah, damn. It went that bad.”
And just like that, it hit me like a punch to the gut.
I wasn’t pissed about the noise or the stupid milk.
I wasn’t even all that pissed about the damn tire. Not really.
It was her.
It was the way she’d looked at me last night when she told me she couldn’t do this. I’d thought things were going fine. Better than fine. I thought they were great. But somewhere between the ball field and the ride home, I’d felt her pull back.
It was subtle, but it was there.
I couldn’t figure out why it had happened.
Regardless, it had nothing to do with the boys, and it wasn’t fair to take it out on them. I raked a hand down my face, and I felt the fight drain right out of me. “Damn.”
Never say never.New York Times and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings a new story for readers who like their alpha men loyal, their stakes high, and their love worth fighting for.
Being President of Satan’s Fury was more than a title.
It was my purpose.
My legacy.
It was built with loyalty, trust, and respect.
And in the process, we’d earned quite a reputation.
It was up to me to keep it.
I didn’t have time for distractions, especially one like Tabitha Volkov.
She was beautiful with haunted eyes and a past wrapped in secrets.
I had no business getting tied up with her.
Timing and circumstance pulled us in different directions.
But that didn’t stop me from wanting her.
She was convinced her chance for love had come and gone.
I was determined to prove her wrong.
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Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller, L. Wilder, writes about hot, alpha men and the women who love them. She currently has six series available for readers: The Devil Chaser's MC, Satan's Fury MC, Satan's Fury MC-Memphis, the Redemption Series, the Happy Endings Collection, and the Ruthless Sinners MC. If you're looking for a book that will keep you on the edge of your seat and have you smiling like a school girl at the end, L. Wilder is the author for you.
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