Saved by the Devil (Devils Arms Book 3)

you are. The possibility of something happening to my family isn’t something I can easily let go of now that I’ve finally gotten them back where they belong, but I’ll work on it,” Rage said softly, his eyes solemn.
“That’s all anyone can ask for. You’ll get there, Zoey will help you.” Peanut grinned at Rage.
Rage snorted out a laugh and nodded. Both of them knew that Zoey was a force to be reckoned with. Rage had talked to him about how she’d once thought she needed him to save her and it was almost a laughable thought. She was a strong woman who’d taken to club life like a duck to water. In the short time she’d been his old lady she’d straightened out the women of the club as well as the boys at the club house.
Nobody dared to put their chores off on the women anymore. They knew if they did that they would be facing a really ticked off Zoey and none of them were brave enough for that. Knowing that Rage would cut the balls off any man who looked at her wrong much less spoke to her out of turn might have something to do with it. It was still funny to think of her as anything other than the sweet but fair little dictator she was.
The kids came running over, jumping up and down and begging to go for ice cream. They agreed to their demands and shared a smile at their combined cuteness before they loaded them up and headed to the local ice cream parlor.

Chapter Five
Peanut neared the club house with his thoughts in a jumbled mess. He’d left Jasmine with Star and her boys tonight instead of Brenna, mostly because Brenna was starting to take his leaving Jazzy with her the wrong way. Maybe if he hadn’t had sex with her a few months back things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated between them, but he’d been horny and drunk. She was a sweet woman, but he wasn’t interested in making things permanent with her.
Really the two of them had little in common other than love for Jazzy. She was a bank teller for fuck’s sake. She also thought the club was something he did because he didn’t know any better. She had no idea who he really was. She’d only seen him in dad mode. He was a very different person when he was taking care of shit for the club. He’d tried to tell her, but she just wasn’t getting it.
She had started making little comments about them like they were dating whenever he dropped Jazzy off with her and it was starting to wear on his nerves. He was going to have to find someone else to watch Jazz from now on. Letting his dick do the thinking had made the situation complicated and he was not interested. He was a fucking idiot and he’d let his dick get in the way of a convenient sitter. He’d still let Jazzy see her if she wanted to, but he was going to have to put the kibosh on her idea that they were together in any way. He just hoped like hell Jazzy didn’t get the shit end of the stick because of his mistake. She loved Brenna and if Brenna snubbed her because she was mad at Peanut it would hurt her.
Fuck, some days he was a shit father.
With frustration eating at him he pulled into the yard at the clubhouse and climbed off his bike. He started walking towards the door, nodding to two prospects who were smoking on the front porch. He was glad to see that despite glancing his way and returning his nod they were still scanning the yard for trouble. Peanut knew that Rage had them keeping an eye on things while the senior members of the club were in church. With the recent shit that had been going on Rage was being extra cautious. No one wanted some other club trying to pull some stupid shit while the leadership of their club was gathered together in one place. Peanut knew that there would be men stationed on each side of the clubhouse, as well as the main road every few hundred feet, with the ones surrounding the clubhouse being the most loyal.
He entered the clubhouse to see Frankie sitting at the table near the door of the large conference room where they held church. Two bins were filled with guns and phones which were not allowed in church due to obvious reasons. None of them wanted a heated disagreement turning into a bloodbath or some idiot thinking they could record shit. Cops and other organizations had sent in moles in the past and some of them had made it into the club’s inner circle. It happened sometimes and none of them wanted to go to jail because some idiot had a video recording of them talking about something they’d done that was illegal.
“Hey, Peanut. How’s Jasmine doing? She still loving that girly hair you got up in that man bun today?” Frankie asked with a chuckle. Peanut ignored the jab as he pulled his piece and his phone out, tossing them into their perspective bins. He shot Frankie a dark look.
“She’s fine. Turning into a real spitfire but otherwise she is still my favorite girl,” Peanut replied, ignoring his jab about his hair which he didn’t have in a man bun. He had it twisted into a ponytail and tucked in—fuck, maybe it was a man bun. Damn, he was a fucking freak, but Jazzy loved his hair. She spent hours brushing it while they watched TV. It was something that started when she was little. He hadn’t had much time for himself after her mother died because Jazzy had been too distraught to leave with anyone. He hadn’t had much time to deal with shit like