Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) by Miss Merikan

she was at her weakest? Her thoughts clouded as
she melted into him anyway, sobbing violently, and clutching her fingers on his
jacket. “It’s all my fault ... I should have noticed something odd was going on
with him ... and he died alone in that fucking trailer ...”
    “You weren’t much at the club lately. You
couldn’t have noticed.” Hunter hugged her closer and gently stroked the back of
her head. It was calming and infuriating all at the same time.
    “That’s the whole point,” she cried out and
pushed at his chest, trying to get away. “Everything I love is dying! It’s like
I’m luring death ...”
    “Hey, Asty.” Hunter grabbed her wrists and
looked into her eyes, only making her think about how red they had to be. “What
are you talking about? Was the ritual about the goat?”
    “Let go of me! It’s none of your business,
and you don’t really care anyway!” She finally stumbled out of his arms and
grabbed the metal door of the trailer for balance. “Maybe that’s for the
better. You could die too. This will all collapse, and I will be the black hole
that sucks everyone in.”
    “What the fuck? You’re nuts, girl! I just
wanted to get to know you better.” Hunter lifted his hands with a scowl. “Do I
want to fuck again? Yes, I suppose I do, but that’s not everything that draws
me to you. So now you’re threatening me with some black magic voodoo? I am so
done with this shit!” He grabbed the cart and pushed it closer to the trailer
to transfer the goat to it. “Just stay away from Ray!” he added.
    Asty rubbed her face and leaned against the
side of the trailer. She couldn’t stop crying, but at least she kept it quiet,
watching the cars rush down the highway in front of her. She didn’t want to
look at the dead body of her friend, and guilt ate up her heart as she listened
to Hunter deposit the body on the cart and then take it away. She was shaken to
the core, and only the familiar red car with the advertisement for Lucifer’s
Barber Shop took her out of the stupor.
    Lucky parked right next to the trailer and
rushed outside, hugging her firmly. He started talking, but Asty stopped him.
“He died ...”
    Lucky stilled, looking into her eyes, but
then pulled her into a hug. “Oh, my God … I’m so sorry, Asty. Beast was the
sweetest. I can’t believe this. Do you know what happened?”
    She rubbed her tears on his denim shirt and
sniffed, slowly growing numb inside. “He took the body inside ...”
    “Who?”
    But before she could answer Lucky, Hunter
came up to them, never once looking into her eyes. “They will examine the body.
Do you want me to take you home?”
    Asty shook her head and pushed deeper into
Lucky’s arms.
    “I’ll take her,” Lucky whispered over her
head, and not long after, the car engine next to them rumbled.
    Asty pushed harder, but Lucky’s arms
weren’t as big and steady around her as she’d have wished. They were nothing
like Hunter’s.

 
    Asty
     
    “I know you sent me two of them so I
wouldn’t fixate on the father. He’s just a donor, I know, but I still hope it’s
Hunter,” Asty said as she dipped another batch of candles in hot wax and added
a few drops of blood from the Astaroth seal to the mixture. She knew her mother
wouldn’t answer her from beyond the grave. All her knowledge was trapped in the
notebooks Asty was still figuring out despite having read them over a dozen
times.
    It had been two weeks since Beast’s death,
two weeks from creating the seal, and a month of being pregnant. Strangely
enough, Asty’s body didn’t feel different just yet. Maybe Death came for Beast
because the goat would be lonely once she died. It wouldn’t understand what was
about to happen. Asty could only hope her cat would be spared. Lucky and Tooth
had three, so they’d surely take Behemoth in.
    She was making candles that she intended to
use in the final ritual. They would contain blood from the several months of
pregnancy, creating a