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Joanna Blake – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:27 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Joanna Blake – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 A Very Bad Man – Russian Mafia Fairytale Read Online Joanna Blake http://www.books2020.com/a-very-bad-man-russian-mafia-fairytale-read-online-joanna-blake Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:27 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-very-bad-man-russian-mafia-fairytale-read-online-joanna-blake Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Authors: Joanna Blake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
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I own her. I want her. But I am trying to be honorable.

Her father owes us money. A great deal of money. Normally, we would break his legs, or worse. But we’ve known the old man since we were children.

So, I take her. She will work in my house. Serve me. But her big eyes pierce the stone around my heart. And her curves tempt me beyond all reason.

I cannot touch her.

But I am not a man who is used to holding himself back.

So, I don’t.

And when an enemy within our ranks takes her to provoke a reaction, they do not anticipate hell raining down upon them. I am known for being ruthless and cruel. But my creativity in my revenge astounds everyone.

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A Very Bad Man

I own her. I want her. But I am trying to be honorable.

Her father owes us money. A great deal of money. Normally, we would break his legs, or worse. But we’ve known the old man since we were children.

So, I take her. She will work in my house. Serve me. But her big eyes pierce the stone around my heart. And her curves tempt me beyond all reason.

I cannot touch her.

But I am not a man who is used to holding himself back.

So, I don’t.

And when an enemy within our ranks takes her to provoke a reaction, they do not anticipate hell raining down upon them. I am known for being ruthless and cruel. But my creativity in my revenge astounds everyone.

A Very Bad Man is the start of an all-new series starring the Aslanov Brothers and the Aslanov Russian Crime Syndicate. Expect toxic behavior from an obsessed alpha. As always, Happy Ever Afters are guaranteed.

Twenty years ago

Anton

“Do you want a sweet?”

I looked up at the tall man in the expensive suit staring at me with a look that expressed both boredom and disdain. I did not flinch or cower, despite the harshness of his chiseled face. He looked like he was made of stone. I knew that he despised any sign of weakness. He would not wait for an answer. He would strike me if I did not answer.

But do I want a sweet?

“Yes, father.”

“Pick one.” He gave a hard look to the obsequious little man behind the pristine domed glass that covered the shelves of neatly organized delicacies. No smudges marred my view of the rows of colorful candies and treats. But I wasn’t hungry.

The man wiped his hands nervously against his crisp white apron. I noticed that. I noticed everything. His very pregnant wife came out, her face startlingly pretty under the white cap she wore over her dark shiny hair.

I exhaled as my father’s attention shifted away from me to consider the woman.

“Each of you can have one,” he rapped out, clearly finished with the game.

My brothers’ dutifully pointed at the glass. My father made an impatient sound as the owner of the sweet shop hurried to fulfill my brothers orders.

“Hurry, Barlov.”

That was his name. Barlov. I didn’t know his first name. With the marks, first names didn’t matter.

And with my father, everyone was a mark or a soldier in his service. I was a child, but even I knew that. I saw the fear in their eyes. They were afraid of me, too.

That meant I rarely received the same treatment as other small boys. I was aware of it on the rare occasion when someone treated me as a child. Perhaps chucking my chin affectionately, or ruffling my hair, only to realize moments later what they had done. Terror washed over them like a wave.

None of them could know how I longed for those simple touches. Those simple signs of affection. Or the ache of comfort I experienced, only to have it swiftly taken away.

But this man had seen us before. Many times, in fact. I had never noticed his fear before. Only his kindness.

Perhaps he was not afraid for himself, but for his wife. I understood that well. I had seen my father use the leverage of loved ones, wives, girlfriends, and children, to extract the greatest suffering, punishment, or obedience.

He was particularly fond of dragging in a traitor’s mother, so they could watch him kill her. Slowly, and thoroughly. I wanted to cringe at the parade of horrors in my memories, but I knew that that also, was not allowed.

“And for you, young man?”

“I would like one of these, please,” I said, mimicking the polite way I was encouraged to speak to my grandfather, my father, and his second in command. My grandmother was long dead. Of my mother’s whereabouts, no one knew.

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I’m being paid to track her. She’s the daughter of the head of the Aslanov crime family. Off limits. But I quickly become obsessed with the runaway beauty. Her father is the head of one of the biggest Russian crime syndicates in the world. Rich and ruthless. She’s the innocent girl raised in a convent who ran away when she saw the reality of her family’s business. She is alone in the world, without the skills or means to protect herself. From the first moment I see her, I want to save her. I want to be the one to protect her. I will go up against the entire Russian mafia to keep her out of their grips. Because she is mine. And I protect what is mine. Nothing will change that. Not even the fact that she doesn’t even know my name. *This is an introduction to the Aslanov Russian Mafia universe with a new series coming soon *Vice in a standalone book in the Untouchables MC universe. It is a dark, hot, and sweet MC/ Mafia crossover with an obsessed hero. As always, happy ever afters are guaranteed!

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THREE YEARS AGO

Vice

The girl’s high pitched scream made the blood in my veins turn to ice. My body tensed, ready to go to battle. I should have hesitated. I was off duty, and off of club property. I didn’t have jurisdiction here. I was also rip roarin’ wasted, having been sipping top shelf tequila for hours. Not to mention being high as a kite, with a couple of good time girls hanging off my shoulders at a biker bar just outside the city limits. But nothing would stop me from running towards the sound of that scream.

As soon as I hit the parking lot I saw them, perfectly illuminated under the beam of his headlights. A massive guy wearing head to toe leather was dragging a girl towards his ride. She was half naked and cheap looking, like a lot of the women who hung around, but pretty in a seen-better-days sort of way. Not that I gave a shit what she looked like.

Me and my crew protected women. Didn’t matter who they were. Didn’t matter if they had stirred up a shit storm.

Men should not hurt women. Ever.

I didn’t like it when men hurt women, kids, or anyone significantly smaller or weaker than them. It made my blood boil like nothing else. Hell, no decent guy I knew would tolerate that shit. Maybe it was how I grew up, raised by a single mom, and then her sister after mom had passed.

Either way, I couldn’t just stand by and watch.

Two drunk bikers going to town on each other? Fine. Better than fine. That shit was wildly entertaining. Like WFF but much, much more dangerous. The stakes were life and death with our ilk when things got ugly. Hell, I’d pull up a bar stool and sip whiskey while I watched. But some asshole railing on a tiny woman?

Fuck no. Not on my watch. Not ever.

“Hey asshole,” I shouted, stopping a few feet away. The guy’s head snapped up and he stared at me, looking like a dumb animal. Come to think of it, I sounded pretty slurry myself, I thought as I swayed a little bit on my feet. Oops. “Let her go,” I added in a snarl.

“Mind your business, friend,” he said, not sounding the least bit friendly. He didn’t release the girl but he did stop dragging her.

“Aint’ your friend,” I said, standing up straighter. “Let the lady go.”

“And she aint’ no lady,” he said with a cruel laugh. But this time, he did let her go. She looked at me for a second, then scrambled away to join the crowd of onlookers. Clearly, she knew what was about to go down.

Somebody was about to get their ass beat. I was hoping it was him. But big as I was, this guy was pretty big too, and not nearly as pretty as I was. In the light I could plainly see what looked like knife scars criss-crossing his ugly mug, never mind that he was sporting a squashed looking nose that had clearly been broken six or seven times, easy.

Which meant he wouldn’t be trying to protect his face. He wasn’t pretty like me. Oh well. At least I was fucked up enough not to feel what was sure to be an even fight.

His eyes flickered to my patch. And then he got even uglier. He sneered.

“Fucking Untouchables,” he said and pulled off his leather jacket. I saw where it landed on the ground, the skull and wings insignia clear as day. Fucking great. I’d been hoping he was a random biker. But no, he just had to be one of the fucking Satan’s Renegades, the nastiest club on the entire coast. They had no code of honor, which meant I had to keep my wits about me if I didn’t want to end up with a knife in my side.

This very literally could be a fight to the death. Hopefully not mine.

“Fucking Renegade,” I said amiably. Now that the girl was out of harm’s way, I was less furious, which was unfortunate. Because every good man knew, fury was one hell of a painkiller.

And we were both about to be in a world of pain.

So be it, I thought to myself. I could use something to wake me out of the fucking stupor I was in. Nothing excited me anymore. And this motherfucker clearly deserved a beatdown.

If I went down, I was taking the bastard with me.

“Okay shitheel, let’s do this,” I said, as got my mind into fight mode. With my martial arts training it wasn’t hard. I even felt the haze start to lift. It didn’t matter that I’d had enough drugs and tequila to make a horse keel over. I was back in training again, with my Taekwondo instructor rapping my shins with a rod.

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Advertisement Taken by The Devil (The Devil’s Riders #9) Read Online Joanna Blake http://www.books2020.com/taken-read-online-the-devil-the-devils-riders-9-read-online-joanna-blake Sat, 24 Dec 2022 22:13:06 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/taken-read-online-the-devil-the-devils-riders-9-read-online-joanna-blake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Joanna Blake Series: The Devil's Riders Series by Joanna Blake
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She’s a good girl with unstoppable curves. I never had any interest in good. Not until the moment I saw her.
I’m a loudmouth. A player. A joker. But when I meet Sunshine, I can’t help myself from trying to be a better man.
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TWO DAYS AGO

Drake

Life can change in an instant.

I knew that. I’d seen it a hundred times before. But it had never happened to me.

Not until I met Sunshine.

Just like that, everything changed. The sky was a different color. The air smelled different. The world seemed to be spinning in a new direction.

All because of her.

I’d seen the wheels of fate turn on a dime. I’d seen it with the guys I rode with. With their old ladies and families. Most of all, I’d seen it in the service, especially in combat. An injury that kept you out of a doomed mission, a stroke of good luck that saved your bacon, or a set of seemingly meaningless circumstances that led to the biggest sacrifice of all.

And sometimes, you were the cause of it. That was the hardest shit to live with. Lighting someone’s smoke right before they step on a landmine. Calling someone’s name so that they lose focus for a split second and blammo. Ducking to tie your shoe lace right when a sniper tries to take you out, and he hits the guy behind you instead. It worked both ways. Good and bad.

I’d learned to believe in fate. I had to. It had kept me sane when combat was such a crap shoot. So was life. Combat was just life, but on steroids.

But this?

I’d never seen this coming.

One second I was Drake, rowdy asshole, badass fighter, and the fastest thing on two legs, or least on two wheels.

The next second I was… hers.

I didn’t even see her face at first. I just smelled her. Saw the way she moved. That was enough. Felt her presence. She fucking warmed up the room instantly, like a crackling fire. It was late at night in a dreary hospital room but when she walked in it was like the sun came out.

My own personal ray of sunshine.

And that was all before she turned around and I got a good look at her.

Dear God in heaven, the woman was gorgeous. It was almost unfair. It was unfair. I could stare at her for hours. Days. Fuck it, I wanted to look at the girl for decades.

My brain literally did not know what to do with the information my eyes were giving it. Full stop. I was in meltdown mode, like a phone that had been dropped in a pot of hot soup.

But my body knew what to do. Oh boy, did it ever. I remember being tensed, ready to pounce. Blood pounded in my shaft, rapidly filling with blood, hardening to an embarrassing degree.

My dick had really bad fucking timing.

Thank fucking God I was wearing a flack jacket at the hospital. Otherwise I might have scared the baby.

Hell, I could have scarred the baby for life.

At the very least, I would have never heard the end of it from the crew. Not that I had any choice in the matter. I saw her and bing, I was sprung.

Fuck, I was still hard and it was hours later. Probably close to dawn, I figured. Still dark but I could feel the day creeping closer. I should have been in pain from the epic smackdown I’d had with Tank. Aching. But I didn’t feel a thing.

Well, other than aching down there.

All I could think about was her.

The girl was a bonafide pain killer, truth be told.

I stared at the ceiling, not wanting to let go of this feeling. Not wanting to let go of her. Memorizing the way she looked, the sound of her voice, and the way the world had tilted when she walked into the room.

Every now and then a car would drive by. The lights would skim across the ceiling, interrupting the movie playing over and over in my mind.

Sunshine smiling at me. Sunshine leaning over me to hand me the baby. Sunshine doing her job with quiet kindness and competence.

Then, the worst feeling: Sunshine walking away, saying she would come back. But she hadn’t come back.

And no one in the room could remember her name.

I’d stood in that parking lot like a dunce, hoping she would magically appear. Hell, I’d been convinced she would walk right up to me and lay one on me. God wouldn’t be so cruel as to show me a slice of paradise and then take it away.

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Advertisement Cross My Heart (The Devil’s Riders #8.5) Read Online Joanna Blake http://www.books2020.com/cross-my-heart-the-devils-riders-8-5-read-online-joanna-blake Tue, 08 Mar 2022 20:37:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/cross-my-heart-the-devils-riders-8-5-read-online-joanna-blake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Novella, Romance Authors: Joanna Blake Series: The Devil's Riders Series by Joanna Blake
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PROLOGUE

Sally

“Now. Now girls. Don’t fight over me,” Janet said weakly. She coughed and Kaylie and I exchanged a glance. The gorgeous red hair was dull and lifeless, and her slender shoulders were thin, covered by a silk scarf. An IV bag filled with alarming colored fluid was dripping slowly into her arm.

I’d thought it was my week to come for chemo. Kaylie apparently thought it was her week. But with the way Jan was looking, I was glad we were both there.

She had been so strong since the start of this journey. But the cracks were beginning to show. Not that she ever gave into tears. Not in front of any of us, at least. And I highly doubted she cried in front of Jack.

How horribly lonely that must feel, I thought to myself.

“Did you drive yourself?” Kaylie asked, looking more worried than she should. Not that she shouldn’t be worried. The truth was, we were all way beyond worried about our Jan. But we all made an effort to keep things light and not show how fucking terrified we all were.

Unless she needed to cry. We would be there for that, too. But so far, Janet had yet to break.

I shook my head at her and mouthed ‘be cool’. Thankfully Janet had closed her eyes and was leaning back in the cushy looking chemo arm chair.

She joked that the chairs were better than the ones they had at the nail salon. ‘One of the perks’ she said. She was never one to feel sorry for herself, even though she had every reason to indulge in a little self pity. It was one of the many, many things I admired about my fierce, fabulous friend.

“Jack dropped me off. He didn’t want to leave me, poor man. He is way too big to hover.”

She was being her usual sassy self. But we knew better. I forced a smile and looked around for chairs. The nurse saw us and helped us drag over a couple of visitor seats. They knew Janet would be here for hours. Sometimes she napped. But we were here for moral support, even if I had to get up and walk around once in while because I was so very pregnant.

Jack had been banned from the chemo room after the first week, when he glared at the IV and broke the doorknob off when Janet told him to leave the room.

He hadn’t meant to. But he loved her so much that he couldn’t stand watching her like this. The chemo was uncomfortable going in, and sometimes she got the shakes. She said since the treatment started three months ago, she hadn’t been warm for a minute. Not even in a hot bath, or sitting in the sun. Not even with Jack or her babies snuggled up to her.

Jack was one of the biggest and warmest people I knew.

“Any news?” Kaylie asked, scooting her chair closer and speaking in a soft tone. There were other patients in here. But there were curtains separating everyone to give them a modicum of privacy.

“Scan was just a few days ago. I know the doctor will call soon. Hopefully…” Janet trailed off, like she was afraid to wish for a good report. Afraid to hope.

After the last two scans had shown zero improvement, I didn’t blame her.

We spent the next hour quietly talking about anything but the reality Jan was facing. She’d already written her will. She’d already written out instructions for all of us. I hadn’t read mine yet. I couldn’t bear to.

Apparently, none of the girls had. I hadn’t asked the guys, other than Donahue. But I doubted they were braver than we were.

It was too morbid to think about. I wasn’t ready to accept the worst case scenario. But I knew that if things didn’t get better soon, I would have to open that envelope. I would read my letter before she died. If that was what was going to happen.

But I couldn’t think about that. Not today. Hopefully, not until we were eighty something years old, sitting on a porch together spiking our lemonade and playing canasta.

I simply could not imagine a world without Janet.

CHAPTER ONE

Kaylie

“You can’t do that,” Sally said as we shut the bedroom door. Janet had dozed off almost immediately after we drove her home. Jack was supervising dinner and the kids. We would take over for him soon so he could go and sit with Jan while she slept. He liked to do that.

But right now? It was the calm before the storm.

We all knew within the next few hours, she would be burning up, throwing up, and generally miserable for a couple of days. Too sick to sleep for more than twenty minutes at a time. She had actually fallen asleep with her cheek on the toilet more than once. That’s how bad it was. The chemo was brutal. It killed him to watch her go through it, but he never left her side.

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Advertisement Jaken (The Untouchables MC #6.5) Read Online Joanna Blake http://www.books2020.com/jaken-the-untouchables-mc-6-5-read-online-joanna-blake Wed, 10 Nov 2021 23:59:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/jaken-the-untouchables-mc-6-5-read-online-joanna-blake Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romance, Virgin Authors: Joanna Blake Series: The Untouchables MC Series by Joanna Blake
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I’ve been on the run for years. I never had a reason to take a stand. Not until I met her. She’s in trouble when I first meet her. A damsel in distress. I can’t stop myself from rescuing her, and I lose my heart in the process. I find out everything I can about the girl. She’s a survivor. A warrior. Raising five siblings on her own, kicking butt, and looking great doing so. I set a plan in motion to make her mine. But when she finds out the truth about who I am and where I came from, the house of cards I built falls to pieces. I’m going to have to come clean and clear my name once and for all. The question is, even if I can fix the past, am I good enough for an angel like her?
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Three days ago

I smashed my fist into a face as my heel lifted and stomped down another of the bikers coming up behind me. The Hell Raisers were shouting something about ‘seeing her first’ as I pummeled them into the ground.

Hell no, they did not ‘see her first’. I’d been watching the petite brunette beauty all night. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her.

That was the only reason she was safe. I’d followed her outside. I’d seen her valiantly fight them off. And I’d stepped in to help when she needed assistance.

And then she’d kissed me. Kissed my cheek and just walked away. As if she wasn’t walking away with my heart.

I stood in the back garden of the hotel, wondering what the hell had just happened to me. I could still feel the girl’s incredibly soft lips on my cheek after her whispered “Thank you.” I could still smell her.

She smelled like . . . pumpkin pie . . . a warm smell, with hints of vanilla, cloves, and woman.

“Fuck me,” I growled. I hadn’t been interested in a woman in years. Not since I came to the States. And even back home in Ireland, it had been a passing interest. A general urge, not focused on any one woman in particular.

I didn’t like this feeling. Not one fucking bit. Particularly because the lady in question was far too good for the likes of me.

She probably had a boyfriend. Or worse yet, a husband. But it didn’t matter. I had a very strong feeling that I wouldn’t be able to stay away.

I could still see her fighting off her attackers, the disreputable Hell Raisers who’d crashed Hunter’s wedding. The bastards who had dared to touch her without permission. I had watched in awe as she fought back. Until I realized she didn’t stand a chance. Then I rushed in to save her.

And I lost my heart completely in the process.

To that end . . . I needed to find out as much as I could about her.

I texted Mason and Cain to meet me outside. I rolled my eyes when Hunter, Vice, Trace, and Preacher followed them out of the hotel a few short minutes later. It was like that line from my favorite movie, Aliens. It ‘looked like a goddamn town meeting’. But with bikers, not colonists on a faraway world.

“Shouldn’t you be back at your wedding?”

“I’m about to disappear for the rest of the damned weekend. But I wanted to hear this,” Hunter said with a smirk. “I have a feeling I know what it’s about.”

“The girl,” I said, and he nodded.

“The girl.”

“The event planner?”

I nodded to Mason’s question. Cain looked thoughtful. Trace already knew exactly what I was after.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

He smirked at me and cracked his knuckles.

“On it.”

“I’m not leaving until I know she’s home safely.”

Cain tilted his head to the side.

“Following the girl home won’t be the best way to impress her at this juncture.”

“I know. That’s why you are doing it.”

“Not tonight, I’m not,” he growled. “Me and the lady have plans.”

“Don’t look at me.” Preacher cackled. “My old lady is pregnant. I need to rub her feet.”

“Yeah, right, I’m sure it is her feet you will be rubbing,” Vice said with an eye roll. He’d had his eye on Cynthia before Preacher locked her down. He still sounded a little bit envious.

“Get Doc,” Mason said slowly, considering one of the few Raisers we liked and respected. “He’s not too shitfaced. Yet.”

“On it,” Hunter said, turning to go inside. “He can’t say no to me on my wedding night.”

I relaxed a little, staring at my tribe of unlikely brothers.

“Thanks, guys,” I muttered. “I . . . this is all so fucking weird.”

“You got bit,” Cain said, cracking a smile. I was always amazed when he did that. The man looked like he was made of stone. It was fucking spooky.

“Bit?”

“By the love bug,” Mason said with a wink. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Drinks are on the house,” I grumbled.

He just smiled and shook his head. I followed him back inside, hoping for a glimpse of the girl again. I didn’t see her, but I knew she would be getting home safe tonight. I wasn’t leaving until I saw Doc ride off behind her car. A hatchback or something cute, I assumed.

I hugged the wall, keeping an eye out. Finally, she appeared. She looked around with a bright smile. I could tell her professional demeanor was a front, but a well-executed one. She was tired. She had to be.

After all, she’d just fought off three attackers. With a little help from me, of course. But she must be shaken up.

I wanted to know how she did that. How she kept going. Where she had learned to fight.

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I’ve avoided getting tied down my whole damn life. Then temptation moves in right next door. Turns out, I don’t mind being tied down when it’s her holding the rope. I’m second in command of the Untouchables MC. I don’t want or need any complications. But when our rival club, the Hell Raisers, ends up leaderless and starts causing trouble, I’m forced to step in. I never wanted to be club president. I never wanted to settle down. But the cute little nursing student next door is impossible to resist or ignore. She’s wifey material, plain and simple. If I were smarter, I’d run away. But I never said I was smart. She might not like me, but there is no mistaking the fireworks that go off when we’re together. Eventually, she can’t ignore them either. After a long wait and a little luck, I finally get her where I want her. In my bed. Now all I have to do is convince her to stay there forever.
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Prologue

Hunter

The prison walls loomed, feeling like they were closing in around me. The lace smelled like cheap chemical cleansers and bleach. I exhaled deeply, reminding myself that I was leaving soon. This wasn’t home. I wasn’t the one who got pinched. No, I was here to visit a fallen brother. One who was doing me, and my club, a huge favor. We had people on the inside and the outside. And it was a good fucking thing, too.

I’d fucked around enough over the years to give me a healthy fear of the law. Anybody who fell outside the norms of society knew to steer clear. I’d assumed for most of my life that cops and feds were all assholes with sticks up their asses and huge inferiority complexes.

Connor had changed that for me. And the fact that we’d all worked together to catch a killer made me trust the wheels of justice a little bit more. In fact, that was why I was here today.

“Hello, brother,” I said as Matthew took the seat behind the glass partition and picked up the phone.

He broke into a wide grin.

“What’s up, brother?”

“You’re looking good,” I said, admiring his new ink. I knew our guys were protected in here. The time they served was cushy, or as cushy as it could be, under the circumstances.

“Feeling fine. And that little problem of yours is under control.”

“Making sure he’s not enjoying his time?” I asked with a chuckle. We made sure the bastard who had killed off our men was not having a moment of peace in the big house. We had friends inside to keep an eye on the man who had taken so much from us.

“Not unless you think he enjoys maggots in his food and getting his ass beat in the shower.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Shane was the one who had asked us to let him live. I knew it had been hard for him. But he had done it. He had released his hatred. He knew he couldn’t touch his woman again after killing a man in cold blood, no matter how badly he’d deserved it.

I, on the other hand, had no compunctions about killing. Or at least doing some serious damage. So I was here, checking in on our brothers behind bars and making sure the plan to torture the fucker were going according to plan.

“You doing okay? You need anything?”

Matthew shook his head.

“Cain has made sure we are in good hands. The care packages are much appreciated,” he said with a smirk. Cigarettes, girly mags, and contraband were frequently delivered by the security guards to our guys. “What’s the good word?”

“You heard Preacher got hitched?”

He laughed.

“I heard. Man, I would have liked to see that.”

“Cynthia is a peach. They have a whole crew up in Portland. You should visit.”

“Couple of years left, unless I get time off for good behavior.”

“I’m sure you’re on your best behavior, you dirty fuck,” I said with a grin. Matthew had taken the heat for all of us back when we were running drugs a decade ago. Cain had put a stop to that. He wanted the club to be above board, or mostly. He didn’t believe in drugs and definitely didn’t think it was worth doing time over. But we looked after our own. All our guys in jail received regular visits and care packages.

“Well, you know, I’m saving it up.”

“Tell me about it.”

“You aren’t getting any, brother?”

I sighed and shook my head.

“I’m tired of the club girls. I don’t need to stick my dipstick in the same waters as every other guy in the club.”

He just shook his head. He’d already served five years. I had no doubt he’d stick his dick in just about anything.

“What’s up with the Raisers? I been hearing things.”

“Doc’s been helping to keep things tight. Shane is still club Prez on paper, but he is more one of us now.”

He nodded.

“Always liked Doc. He stitched my ass up a couple of times.”

“He’s one of us. But someone needs to step in. He doesn’t want it.”

“Don’t blame him.” Matthew cackled. “I’m allergic to responsibility.”

“I hear that, brother.”

“Please, you were born to lead a club,” he said with a cocked eyebrow. “You’re next in line.”

“I trust Cain with my life. I would never challenge him. I like things just fine as they are.”

“Cain is your daddy,” he joked. But he wasn’t wrong. Cain ran the club with an iron fist. He wasn’t much older than me. I would lay down my life for that man or any of our brothers.

“So, Shane is out?”

“He rides with us. But they are spending a lot of time away,” I said, feeling regretful about the members who had moved away. Preacher and Shane were gone most of the time, but I knew I could call them if I needed them. It wasn’t the same.

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Four years ago

Nick

The wind cut through my leather jacket like a knife. It was an unusually cold California night. Too cold for this time of year. It made riding long distances a bitch. But I had shit to do and places to be.

A life depended on it.

The guys were at the clubhouse having a meeting. They knew I'd be late but I still hated it. I owed them a debt. I’d come from nothing and had nothing before I joined the club. They were my brothers and I would die for them. But Hendrix was different. He wasn’t just family. He was the only part of my old life that was still with me. Hendrix needed me. He'd picked up a stone last week and it had gotten infected. He was in pain.

My horse was my best friend. He was family. He was also my responsibility. I was his fucking dad, for lack of a better word.

We’d been through hell and back together. There were times I had struggled to find food for myself. But I always found a way to feed him. I loved him more than anyone living. Hell, I loved him even more than my ride, the steel and chrome that was pretty much an extension of my body. But I could replace metal and gears. I couldn’t replace him. I wouldn’t even try.

Tonight, I was meeting the vet at the stables to make sure he was going to be okay. I knew there was a chance I might get the very worst kind of news. A horse couldn’t live without four viable legs. But I couldn’t think like that. I couldn’t even imagine life without him.

Back in the day, Hendrix had been the one who helped me get from job to job in the farming community where I grew up. It was before I was old enough to drive. Although, to be fair, I had started driving way before it was legal.

Fuck, I’d barely been eight years old when I started driving the tractor around the farm.

Hendrix had been a little jealous when I got my first motorcycle. It was a piece of junk that needed to be rebuilt from the bottom up, but I didn’t care. I think even my horse knew it was love at first throttle. But I'd never stopped riding him. The truth was, I’d spent more time chilling with my horse than hanging with friends or getting girls.

That hadn’t changed in all the years we’d had together.

But he was getting old now. Hell, he’d been old for a while. But I'd taken really good care of him. He was well loved and he knew it. He was the last thing I had from home, and I prayed fervently that this wasn't the end for him. It would be like saying goodbye to my mother and the farm all over again.

The wolves had been at the door quite literally, but Hendrix and I had held down the fort. Even now, with the old farm standing empty and finally almost fully back in the family name, I always pictured us back there together.

I always knew I would go back someday. Make it a home again. I just hoped he would be with me.

I pulled into the parking lot faster than I should have, sending gravel flying. I was off my ride and inside the stable in two seconds flat. I saw that the vet was already there as I rounded the corner. She was an older lady, smart as a whip . She didn’t pull punches. She told it like it was. But she was always so kind to Hendrix. She liked animals better than people, which was something I could relate to. I really respected Dr. Garcia. I counted myself lucky that she worked with the family that ran the stables so there was always someone on call.

Meg and Joe’s little girl was hanging with Hendrix as usual, perched across from Hendrix’s stall on a bale of hay. I think she loved the horse as much as I did. He did have that effect on the ladies, the handsome devil.

“Hey, kid,” I said, thinking idly that she was going to grow up to be gorgeous one day.

“Hey, Nick,” she chirped, but her eyes were troubled. She loved animals and was already a crack rider. But she especially loved Hendrix. I knew he got plenty of apples when I wasn't around, thanks to her.

I ruffled her baby soft hair, earning me a dirty look.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on him, spark plug.”

The vet finished examining Hendrix and gave me a reassuring smile.

“The infection is already clearing up.”

The breath left my body in a whoosh. I’d been scared out of my mind. But I was realistic. I knew he wasn’t going to live forever.

“He’s got some good years in him yet. But he needs special food and a little more TLC. A heated blanket would go a long way to keep his joints from stiffening up.”

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Prologue

I stood on the street in the freezing rain, wondering if this was it. If I was going to end up sick or worse. In a ditch somewhere. I looked around for shelter but there was nothing.

There wasn’t anywhere to go from here.

I’d been heading down the coast, keeping mostly to the service roads. I was hoping to find someplace warm to wait out the winter.

Or at least, warmer.

I’d barely gotten fifteen miles from my last foster home before the rain started.

Home. That was a laugh.

My scrawny arms wrapped around my torso as I crossed the road . I hurried down the sidewalk past rows of small, somewhat rundown houses. The kind of neighborhood that wasn’t rich, but cared enough to plant a few flowers.

Or at least that’s the impression I got through the freezing rain.

I’d gone half a block when a door opened. I heard a gravelly voice say ‘hey kid.’’ I was about to run when a huge wall of a man stepped into my path.

“You got someplace to go?”

I stared up at him, the rain washing over both of us. He stared right back at me, absolutely impervious to the water. I was squinting but he looked like he was actually challenging the rain.

Daring it to get him wet.

He was big and tall, with long dark hair and piercing eyes. He was dressed in denim and leather, though he didn’t seem too worried about it getting ruined.

I should have run. I was thinking about it, though he could have easily stopped me. But one thing stood out to me. The most surprising thing you could notice about a giant man who looked like a norse god and a badass from a Quentin Tarantino movie rolled into one.

The giant had kind eyes.

I’m not sure why but I shook my head in answer to his question. No, I definitely did not have someplace to go.

“What’s your name, kid?”

I chewed my lip, realizing I needed a new name.

“Casey.” I lied. It was close enough to my real name. My old name. The one that didn’t matter anymore. The name of a girl who’d had parents. And lost them.

Besides, I’d had a friend named Casey once.

The man considered me, and then nodded.

“Well, I guess you better come inside.”

I hesitated.

“You a pervert?”

He laughed and shook his head.

“No, hon. I got a thing for strays is all.”

I followed him to the side door of the house. It was hard to see much in the torrential downpour but it looked well kept. It definitely wasn’t anything fancy.

I stepped inside the kitchen and the smell of home cooking hit me. My stomach growled so loudly that the big man heard it. He raised an eyebrow.

“That hungry, eh?”

A scruffy looking dog and two fat cats stared at me from different spots in the kitchen. I stood near the door in case I had to run for it. But for some reason, the animals put me at ease.

“Saw you out the window.”

He ladled me out a bowl of stew and set in on the table. I shouldn’t have eaten it but my body took over. I moved so fast you would have thought I was starving.

I was starving. And cold. And pissed off at the world.

But for the first time in months, I wasn’t scared.

He sat across from me and opened a beer.

“Well, Casey, I’m Mason. And if you’ve got someplace you should be I’d surely like to hear about it.”

I stopped eating for just long enough to answer him.

“No place to be.”

He scratched his chin as I shoveled food into my face. Good food. Magically delicious food.

The broth was tomato-y but I tasted celery and onions and hmmm… potatoes.

“How old are you, kid?”

I glared at him a little.

“Not a kid. Fifteen.”

He grinned at me.

“Is that so? My apologies young lady.”

“Not a girl.”

He laughed and shook his head.

“Whatever you say, Casey.”

How the hell had he known I was a girl? I’d tucked all my hair into a baseball cap. And I was wearing every t-shirt I owned under a hooded sweatshirt and a denim jacket.

I was in disguise, dammit.

“You need a place to stay?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to seem too eager. But I would have killed for a place to stay. After a handful of days on the run, I’d realized finding a safe place to sleep was next to impossible.

You could doze with your back against a wall, but actual sleep? That was a joke.

“I guess.”

“Well, I got a spare bedroom in the back.”

I looked at him, desperate to believe he was just a nice, big, tattoo covered man.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch.”

“Don’t like charity. Don’t need it.”

“Fair enough. I got plenty of work for an enterprising young lady such as yourself.”

I nodded. I didn’t bother telling him I was a boy again. The jig was up.

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One week ago

Preacher

The sun was just rising over the Pacific as I finished the last dregs of the bottle in my hand. I wasn’t worried about running out. I had a case and a half of the stuff fewer than twenty feet away. I savored the last mouthful of the tequila and swallowed the worm. Anything else would be disrespectful, I always said.

I raised a hand to the fishermen dragging their boat to the water nearby. Every morning, they came at the ass crack of dawn. I was usually still up drinking. We had grown used to each other over the years.

One of them jogged over.

“Buenos Días, Preacher.”

“Good morning, you cheerful motherfucker.”

Pablo grinned at me, not taking the slightest offense. I liked that about him.

“You alone again, amigo?”

I nodded with a shrug. Pablo liked to give me shit about the rotating group of mamacitas who warmed the bed in my falling down beach shack. Or they used to. I hadn’t been interested lately.

I felt . . . restless.

Maybe I was bored. It wasn’t like I didn’t have variety. I never stuck with one lady for long. Never had. But even variety loses its appeal over time.

And I’d been at this a long, long time.

It was probably time to head back to California, I realized with a sigh. I had shit to do. With honorary privileges at multiple clubhouses, there was always someplace to crash or some hot club girl who would inevitably invite me to her bed. If I was lucky, she’d invite a friend or two. But I was easy. I didn’t need all that. I could roll up my jacket and find a corner to sleep in until it was time to move on. In addition to my shack south of the border, I also had a place up north in the woods. Rustic was one word for it. Simple was another.

Simple, just the way I liked it.

So yeah, maybe the easy life on the water was getting to me. The tequila was plentiful. So were the women. But I wasn’t enjoying myself. I hadn’t been for a long time. It had taken a while to sneak up on me. Almost a month ago, I’d realized I was getting old. Hell, I was already old as dirt. For the first time, a soft, unfamiliar woman in my bed and a belly full of booze weren’t enough anymore.

Besides, I missed the road.

I missed the hunt.

I missed the Untouchables. Hell, I missed all the clubs that I had privileges with. I even missed the damn Hell Raisers.

The two I could stand, anyway. Shane, who was probably not going to stay on as the head of the Raisers. He was already more than half Untouchable. And Doc, who like me, had privileges at multiple clubs.

People tended to be nice to a guy who would clean up bullet wounds without calling the cops. Hell, I’d seen Doc pick a bullet out of his own arm and then go back to drinking.

I grabbed my cigar butt and the empty bottle before waving goodbye to Pablo and the boys.

“Buena suerte, mi amigo. I might be taking off soon.”

“We’ll keep an eye on the place for you,” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, you can crash if you want. Just don’t shit on the bed.”

He laughed, shaking his head at me.

“You’re crazy, Preacher.”

“That I am,” I said, walking back across the sand to the shack. It had been built by fishermen at least fifty years before. That made it as old as I was.

No wonder I liked it.

I poured myself a glass of water from the tap and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking the sand out of my jeans as I pulled them off. I lay down, buck ass naked, and watched a lizard crawl up the wall.

That’s when I made the single most stupid move I’ve made in my entire fucking life.

I answered my phone.

“John? That you?”

I sat up, instantly awake, if not completely sober.

“Paul?”

“Yes, it’s me,” the voice said, and I flashed back instantly. I was a young seminary student. My faith in God had been without question. And Paul had been my friend. My best friend. Hell, we were as close as brothers. “You are damn hard to get ahold of.”

“Sorry, man. How they hanging?”

“We don’t talk for years, and that’s what you ask me?” Paul wasn’t mad, though. He might have gone legit, but he had a sense of humor. And nuts. He coughed and said something under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘They are not hanging too well.’” He inhaled and I knew. I knew what he was about to say. “I’m sick, John. Cancer. They don’t give me a lot of time.”

“Shit,” I said, feeling the ground drop out from under me. Death was part of being a biker. It was as familiar as an old friend. But Paul was different. He’d been there when everything happened with Janey. He’d known me before my faith . . . well, before my faith changed. He knew I had never stopped believing in God, just his rules. And while I loved God, I didn’t much like the Big Guy. Or at least, my feelings were complicated.

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It takes a lot to rile me up. From the moment I meet the young widow, she gets under my skin. I want to kiss her. But only to shut her up. My name is Maccabe Donahue, but everyone calls me Mac. Just out of the Navy and current Devil’s Rider, the inner circle of the Sons of Satan motorcycle club, I’m known for keeping a cool head. But all that changes when I take the job of managing the build of a new development outside of town. A development that is right next door to a tiny cottage, formerly in the middle of nowhere. That’s where Suzanna comes in. The woman is going to drive me insane. She’s the best-looking woman I’ve ever seen. Long legs and long, dark hair, with big green eyes and a curvaceous figure that defies gravity. She’s all fire and vinegar wrapped up in a package that makes my hands itch to touch her. When those sparks combust, it sets off a chain reaction neither of us saw coming.
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five years ago

Mac

“Mac! Heads up.”

I looked up just in time to catch the package. I was lying on my cot, trying to ignore the heat that invaded the ship at this time of day. I was sketching to distract myself. Stuff I saw around the ship. My fellow shipmates. Trying not to think about things I’d heard about going down on the shore.

The devastation was hard to take, no matter that our countries were at war. The people were just people. They had families. They had dreams.

I reminded myself of that every single day. It became far too easy to get trigger happy when you thought of the people as ‘others.’ Not that I was going to shoot anybody out at sea.

Just people. They were just people.

Of course, some of those people absolutely did want to fucking kill us, so I never dropped my guard, either. We weren’t out here to weave baskets or sing Kumbaya. We were here to keep the peace and keep the good old US of fucking A on top.

The package hit my chest with a thud, making me drop my pad and thin charcoal stick I clutched in my soot-covered hand.

“Your fingers are always dirty, man. It’s nasty.”

I waved my fingers at Poughkipsie Dave. We had a couple of Daves in our unit, so we used their home towns to tell them apart. “Your mother likes them just fine,” I said with a straight face. “I guess she likes it nasty.”

“Fuck you,” he said mildly, coming to sit on the cot next to mine. “What’d you get?”

Care packages were a big deal around here. Just last week, someone’s old lady had sent a handheld fan and a whole mega-pack of batteries. That thing had been passed around until it broke. It barely made a breeze, but in this heat, even the tiniest whiff of fresh air was kind of amazing.

And we were lucky. At least we got to sleep on the water. There were plenty of grunts out there in the desert twenty-four seven.

The batteries had made poker a whole lot more interesting for the past seven days, even without the fan. Batteries were like gold here. They trumped just about everything.

Books, magazines, candy, and cured meat were also easy to trade. Basically, any creature comfort or anything that reminded us of home was in high demand.

Of course, I didn’t have a sweetheart or a wife like lots of the guys. I didn’t even have a mama to send me anything. Thankfully, I did have my cousin Donahue and his mama. She’d taken me in when I was a teen. I would have ended up in foster care if it weren’t for her.

And my cousin Donnie was the older brother I’d never had, probably better than most big brothers because we skipped the ‘fighting over toys growing up’ part. By the time I came to live with them, Donnie and I were both more interested in grownup toys.

I fucking loved that sonofabitch. I’d learned all about motorcycles from him. Women too. I’d joined his club right before I shipped out. I was still probationary member, but apparently, they were letting me do some of that probie time on this rust bucket.

Devlin, the club Prez, said I was serving our country in the Navy and that was good enough for him. I fucking loved that sonofabitch too. I loved all the guys, especially the crew we called the Devil’s Riders.

For someone who was technically an orphan, I had a big ass family. Blood and oil. Both were thicker than water in my book.

I sat up and straddled my cot, putting the box between my legs. The writing said it was from Mrs. Donahue. I grinned and tore open the package.

On top was a big flat Tupperware full of cookies. I opened it and inhaled deeply. It smelled like Sunday afternoon in her kitchen. It smelled like home.

“Tollhouse.”

More guys gathered around, practically drooling. I handed the cookies over, grabbing one and popping it in my mouth.

Next was a package of plain white tank tops. I clutched them to my chest. We had our uniforms, but it was so damn hot and we did so much physical activity that we were almost always soaked in sweat. These would come in handy for a quick change when we weren’t on patrol.

There was a big bottle of hand sanitizer, a six-pack of extra-strength antiperspirant, and a bunch of non-perishable snacks. I stared at the little box of single-serve packages full of electrolyte powder. We sweated so much, dehydration was a constant threat.

Mrs. Donahue really did think of everything.

There was a beautiful sketch done by my cousin, whom I considered a little sister.

I lifted the artwork and saw that there was something from Donnie too. I rolled my eyes as the sailors around me started to whoop and holler.

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