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  The Devil’s Match

  The Devil’s Own: Book 5

  Amo Jones

  Edited by

  Ellie McLove

  Contents

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  IMPORTANT author note:

  Untitled

  Intro

  Intro

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Untitled

  Also by Amo Jones

  About the Author

  Playlist

  Mr. Jack - System of a Down.

  Change – Deftones

  Necromancer – Gnarls Barkley

  Stupidfy – Disturbed

  Begging for thread – Banks

  The Bleeding – FFDP

  Lonely Day – System of a Down

  Addicted – Saving Abel

  Familiar Taste of Poison – Halestorm

  Curly Sue – Takida

  Needed Me – Rihanna

  No Hands – Waka FLocka

  That’s All She Wrote – T.I., Eminem

  Forgot about dre – Dr Dre, Eminem

  Slow Motion – Juvenile

  Get Dough – Dead Obies

  Slow Motion – Trey Songz

  Come Get Her – Rae Sremmurd

  Up Down – T-Pain

  I’m not an angel – Halestorm

  Thug Luv – Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

  Vulnerable – Tinashe

  Silence – Marshmello

  Thug Luv – Lil’ Kim, Twista

  This means war – Avenged Seven Fold

  Scream – Avenged Sevenfold

  Fade to Black – Metallica

  Got the Life – Korn

  Cemetery Gates – Pantera

  Savage – Whethan, Flux Pavilion & MAX

  Psychopath Killer – Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Eminem

  Am I savage? – Metallica

  Wolves – Selena Gomez

  Who’s Ya Daddy? – Necro

  Here comes the rain again (Live acoustic) – Hypnogaja

  Here comes the rain again – Hypnogaja

  I want your love – Toadies

  Never forget you – Zara Larsson

  Darkside – Ty DOlla $ign, Future

  Nowhere Fast – Eminem, Kehlani

  Crawl – Breaking Benjamin

  Riot Maker – Tech N9ne

  Sonne – Rammstein

  Acknowledgments

  I just want to thank everyone who has helped contribute to not only my stories, but to my sanity. Don’t all laugh at once.

  First of all, my children and partner. They’re my rock, my home, my loves, and my most favorite people walking this earth. Everything I do, I do for them.

  I want to thank my family who continue to support me.

  Isis! My best bitch. Somewhere between a sister and a soul mate. You’ve been my #1 supporter, counselor, therapist, just basically my all-around PERSON.

  The bloggers! Your undying support means the world to me! You promote these babies, take them in as your own, and your reviews keep me going on my worst days. THANK YOU.

  My review & promo team! Thank you girls so much for all the work you do for me. I love you all!

  Ofa & Priscilla from Tongan Book Lover! Y’all are my girls.Your loyalty and support never goes unnoticed with me. You’ve been riding with me for what feels like decades. I love you both so much!

  My Wolf Pack! You girls keep me going even on my darkest of days. You make me smile when I want to frown—this is getting soppy…

  My betas, thank you for reading my unedited words. Truly, you probably deserve a medal or something.

  Ellie for editing my words in such a respectful manner (she’s the real MVP). The girls from Give Me Books for handling all my promo, Jay Aheer for always getting my covers on point, my agent, Flavia Viotti for just being herself (also 10 points to her for tolerating me).

  Thank you to my author buds who always keep it real!

  And last but not least, my readers. Not enough words can describe how much your undying support means to me. I hope I always do you proud.

  IMPORTANT author note:

  Prior to writing this story, I did the best I could with conducting enough research about psychopathy to ensure I not only do Frost justice but maintain some realism with his character. I’ve exhausted every option and researched until early hours of the morning to support this. Amongst my research, I’ve found that in fact, all though rare, psychopathy can be somewhat coaxed or helped when they have found a good stabilizer (Family or whatnot).

  Enjoy the story! Frost is definitely my favorite devil, and to all my Frost lovers, I do hope I did him justice for you.

  To the imperfect girls who at times, have felt like their presence isn’t welcome in a world that is constantly promoting perfection. Where your battle scars are frowned upon so much so that every second advert coming onto the television is some oil bullshit that’ll help reduce the wound’s appearance.

  Fuck that. Wear who you are with pride, and if needed, take a page out of this book and unleash your beast.

  One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi….

  Intro

  ELLA

  They say that your thoughts are your own. Your mind is like your very own diary, locked and sealed between the gushing of blood that is being coursed through the fibers of your cranium. Somewhere between the Prosencephalon and Rhombencephalon of your brain, there’s a locker that’s sealed with secrets. Where voices are kept. The average human has two voices. One, is your voice as a human. The other, they say, is your voice of reason. Or, in other words, your conscience. I have those voices. But I don’t just have two, I have three. The third voice, is destructive, and causes mass havoc within my thought process. Over time, I had mastered the art of training this voice. To make it quiet. Almost to a calming whisper. Through MMA, I have trained not just my body, but my heart and my thoughts. Years upon years, I have built a machine that has turned my dark thoughts into something positive. I had to remain positive. I have to fight for the one thing that was never given to me as a child. Love. Love is the essence of so many bad decisions, but I was adamant to make it the crux of all my right ones, so I loved. I believed in love and gave love my all. Until Frost rode into my life and shattered the machine I had spent years building.

  Ella McKenna. The sister of Raze, 000, the executioner, king pin, lord of the underworld and all-around bad ass mother-fucker who no one messed with, and now, just newly, the sister of Beast. International president of The Devil’s Own MC. I knew not of love as a child. I knew of bloodshed, of murder. I learned that if someone betrayed you, you 86’d them. Now, that bitch I had fought to bury has woken, and the third voice is roaring with anarchy.

  Intro

  FROST

  Blood. The way the sticky substance slipped between the cracks of my fingers and descended down the flesh of my arm. That’s what I thought of when I heard the word love. Because love wasn’t a word. It was a feeling. That simple word is said to conjure every single response
in your body to intensify. Nothing awakens goosebumps to prickle over my skin quite like the feeling of blood, or watching the life drain from the eyes of a human. Innocent or not. Doesn’t mean shit to me, a life taken is a life taken and both give me the satisfaction. In fact, if I’m being honest, I’d say watching the life seep out of the innocent doesn’t just elevate all those fluffy feelings that the word love does to most humans. I’d say it damn near got my dick hard. Was I sick? No. There’s no cure for me. No special potion. I’m not broken because broken makes it sound fixable. I’m fucking shattered in all sense of the word. Grinning, I stood over the lifeless body Raze had me wipe out, swiping the excess love juice off of my knife, slipping it back into the holster.

  Bending down, I grip onto one of the cell bars.

  Another one bites the dust.

  Chapter 1

  Part 1

  “Ella!” Millie comes into my bedroom as I’m packing up the final bunch of my crap.

  “Yeah?” I turn to face her, hitting pause on Bon Jovi. I didn’t really want to hit pause on Bon Jovi, but it’s Millie, and she can be persistent when she wants to be. It’s a beautiful midsummer day, the sun is blaring through my curtains, and the chirping of crickets drift through the small crack of my window. I’ve always loved summer. It has always been my most favorite time of the year. The way the heat swelters over my skin reminding me of the earthy palm trees brushing in the wind, and the saltwater lightly spraying through the air.

  Millie drops down onto my mattress, pulling her knees up to her chest. “How’s the packing going, chica?” The packing, per se, is going slow. I leave tomorrow for NYU and I have absolutely nothing sorted because in typical me fashion, I’ve left everything to the last minute.

  “I hate it,” I admit, folding up my favorite pair of jeans before tossing them into one of my (many) suitcases.

  She chuckles, so I stop what I’m doing to look at her. “Seriously, maybe I should just join a nunnery?”

  Her chuckling turns into full laughter. “Oh, no, honey, no. You don’t want to do that.” Millie is my brother’s, I would say fiancée, but, that really doesn’t give their relationship much justice, so I’m sticking with queen because he literally calls her that. Like, in everyday conversation. “Oh yes, Mr. President, my queen will be here shortly.” I shit you not, even Mr. President wouldn’t bat an eyelash at Raze’s choice of words when referring to Millie, mainly because he’s smart but also because he likes his head safely secured on top of his shoulders.

  My brother is otherworldly when it comes to his queen. It’s intense, insane, but also by far the most romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed. You know, between all the bodies, blood, saving her from being sold, the nunneries, and rape.

  I didn’t sell their romance very well, but you get my point.

  “I don’t know…” I tease her, zipping up my final suitcase before putting it beside the others. “I might find the man of my dreams. It obviously worked for you in the end.”

  Her laughing turns to a full on cheesy grin. “Sure did, but no.” She gets off the bed, rounds it, then pulls me into her side. Wrapping her arm around my waist she guides me toward my bedroom door. “You are going to live the normal American girl life.” We begin walking down the long hallway until we reach the stairs. “You’re going to have lots of sex with random men—but be safe—you’re going to drink a ton—but be safe—then you’re going to make memories to tell your grandchildren.” We head down, and I rub the palm of her hand with mine while resting my head on her shoulder. “You’ll always be that sister I never had.”

  “Trust me,” she snorts, just as we reach the bottom of the stairs. We proceed toward. the kitchen. “Sisters are overrated.” She says that, but I know the light humor in her comment. Her and Melissa may be worlds apart, but they would die for one another. You know, if they both weren’t shacked up with two of the most overbearing alpha males I’ve ever met. Actually, I’m surrounded by a fucking lot of them lately. My brother, Beast, with his wife Meadow. Then there’s Raze, and Miles; my brother from another mother, and when I say brother, I mean the somewhat odd one. His friendship with Millie is off the charts though, so there’s hope for him yet. He’s not all that dead inside (I think).

  “I don’t know,” I grin, my attention falling on Raze who is in the kitchen, blending up a god-forsaken protein smoothie. “I’d say I’m a pretty awesome sister, huh big brother!” Raze just glares at me, says nothing, then proceeds to turn the blender on. “See!” I say to Millie, well, rather yell to Millie.

  Millie chuckles, patting her lover’s arm gently before pointing to the bar stool for him to take a seat. She flicks the blender off. “Be nice, baby.”

  “I’m always nice,” Raze grunts.

  I laugh because he is far from nice. But he is my big brother, and he did raise me, so…

  Miles walks in, buttoning up his shirt, his sharp-edged jaw tight, but his stone emotionless eyes coming to life a little when they land on Millie. Millie grins at him a ‘Miles only’ grin, pushes off the counter before throwing herself into his arms. Raze rolls his eyes, so I take this moment to slide off my chair, grab a glass down from the cabinet and pour some of that god-awful protein smoothie into a glass. Raze watches as I lift the glass to my mouth. I shrug. “What?”

  “When do you leave?” he asks, leaning back in his chair.

  “Aw, I love you too.”

  He glares.

  I roll my eyes, taking another sip of the thick juice—which admittedly, doesn’t taste too bad— “Tomorrow!”

  His glaring eases, his jaw loosens and his eye twitches. Millie walks back to where I’m standing as I wind my middle finger up at Raze, flipping him off.

  He chuckles, which is a step up from his glaring. “Try not to get into too much trouble. Your headcount is beginning to get deep.”

  I tilt my head. “I haven’t killed anyone,” I pause and watch as Raze’s eyebrow quirks. “In a while…”

  “Much better,” Raze smirks.

  Miles steps in, straightening his bow tie. “You haven’t needed to. You have men who do it for you.”

  “Oh, hey, now…” I feign innocence, just as my phone starts vibrating in my pocket. “I am well equipped to take care of myself.” I swipe it to unlock when I see it’s Meadow, Beast’s old lady, who is calling.

  “That was never your issue,” I hear Raze mutter under his breath before getting to his feet and briefly explaining to Millie that we were only joking. I ignore him anyway while bringing the phone to my ear.

  “Hola, little lady.” It’s safe to say, I get on very well with both of my brothers’ women, and I love them both all the same, but Meadow is the not crazy one in the family, so we tend to sort of tread carefully around her. When I say we I just mean Millie and I, the guys don’t give a fuck. Even if Beast is the International president of The Devils Own MC, and the president of the Las Vegas chapter, I have to admit, Raze is another level. Same with Miles, only Miles is like a snake in grass. You will never see his move, you will only feel it, and when you feel it, you’d have only a few seconds to live.

  You could make a movie out of my life along with the people in it. Everyone would probably die, but it’d be a great movie.

  “Hey, Ella, how’s the packing going?” Meadow sings into my ear.

  “Ehh, I hate it. I think Raze was right. I have too many clothes.”

  She giggles. “Hey, look, I know that you might not want to, you know, er…” she pauses, so I take this moment to clear my throat.

  “Wassup?” I know she’s fluffing around the F subject. When I say “F” I wished I meant Friday, but I don’t.

  “Okay! Well the boys are having a hog roast if you want to come and have it as like a—farewell as well?”

  Usually, I would decline, but would it really be that bad? Last I had heard of Frost, which was last week after all the shit blew over with Raze and Millie, then finding out he was going nomad, so surely he won’t be there. I’m good. Of c
ourse, me being Ella McKenna, I don’t confirm this with Meadow because if I do that, that would display my trying to duck and hide from the tatted up, dead inside, dead fucking eyes, dead flesh probably too because he has THAT many tattoos, sexy as fuck biker. The sexy comment was uncalled for, but I can’t help it. No one can, because you take one look at Frost and you know, whether you’re married, a lesbian, fucking bisexual in a multi-person marriage, you just can’t help but see Frost. Our shitsuationship (which is not a word, I just made it up because it clearly describes Frost and I’s relationship perfectly), all started when Raze made trade.

  Millie, for me. So my ass was thrown straight into the lion’s den.

  Chapter 2

  About a year earlier

  “So here’s the deal…” Raze started, but I threw my finger up from the passenger seat of the Range Rover. “No need to explain anything to me, big brother.”

  His features relaxed slightly. “I know. I know you can handle yourself. I haven’t been able to explain to Millie exactly why I know you can handle yourself, but this is a clubhouse, and not just any MC, this is an MC that is notorious for their stealth activity. They won’t let you carry, and even though I know your fighting skill is like no other, these are still men. So you will have to make do with what you have around you. That good?”