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Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:13:18 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Street (Devil Daddies MC #5) Read Online Pepper North http://www.books2020.com/street-devil-daddies-mc-5-read-online-pepper-north Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:13:18 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/street-devil-daddies-mc-5-read-online-pepper-north Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Authors: Pepper North Series: Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)

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Helping a drugged Devil Daddy wasn’t the only risky move Rosa had ever taken.

The newest member of the Devil Daddies MC, Street works hard to prove himself. Who knew his attempt to spy on the Ravagers’ plans would end with a slip of a woman driving his beloved motorcycle? Now, his rescuer needs protecting and Street will do everything in his power to keep her safe.

Rosa Serrano has survived on her own since she was fourteen. Staying under the radar has forced her to work crappy jobs where they don’t ask questions. She should have stayed quiet, but the last guy the Ravagers targeted met a bad end. Can she truly trust the tough biker whose caring Daddy dominance calls to the woman she’s buried deep inside?
The members of the Devil Daddies MC will risk all to secure two things: special acquisitions and women with a Little side

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Chapter 1

Street struggled to open his eyes, but the silence that surrounded him provided the final push. He looked up into filtered sunlight coming through the rafters above him. Raising a hand to his aching head, Street discovered he’d clenched a fistful of dried grass. Instantly, he shook it away. What the hell? Was he in a barn?

Levering himself up onto one elbow, Street stared at the stacks of hay bales and the shimmering dust motes that danced in the sunlight. No rev of motorcycle engines or car horns sounded around him. He was definitely not in the city any longer. Sitting up, he struggled to push away the throbbing headache so he could concentrate. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to center himself.

Get it together, Street.

“Hey. I thought you’d sleep for a few more hours.”

Street turned his head toward the sound as he opened his eyes. Instantly, his vision spun. “Fuck!” he said, groaning. He relaxed slightly as he spotted the brown-eyed woman who had rescued him.

“Yeah. Probably not a good idea to look around too much. Thank goodness you’d only had a bit of that spiked beer before I got to you. You would have woken up in the hospital with a lot more wrong than a headache, I’m afraid. Or maybe not woken up. The Ravagers don’t mess around.”

A flashback to the previous night popped into his mind. Street had visited a known Ravager hangout to gather information for the Devil Daddies MC. Already on edge in enemy territory, a crash had distracted him from the beer bottle in his hand for a split second. The young woman’s whispered warning from behind the sheltering drape of her long hair had alerted him that he was in trouble. He processed the new information that this wasn’t the first time the rival MC had drugged someone on their turf. Pissed, he growled, “The Ravagers did this?” to confirm his suspicion.

“Or their associates. You must have really pissed off the motorcycle club.”

Searching his brain to remember the name the manager had called her, Street said, “Rosa, right?”

The petite woman moved to perch on a hay bale close to where he sat on the ground. “I’m impressed you remember. I guess I shouldn’t be. You seemed to figure out most of the threats in that bar quickly. Unfortunately for you, not all of them. Were you there gathering information?”

“Just checking out the bar,” Street answered cautiously. “Any idea why the Ravagers would target me?”

“Wow! You think I’m stupid, huh? Not a nice way to view the woman who saved your ass back there.”

Even with the worst headache ever, Street regretted trying to fool her. “You know who I am?” He studied the thin brunette with deep dark eyes that seemed old for her age. He suspected immediately she hadn’t led an easy life—at least not recently. Street understood that lives took sharp turns sometimes. Five years ago, he’d left the military and jumped on a miserable, corporate path to working himself into a grave. Thankfully, he’d realized his soul died a bit more each day he sat behind a desk. He’d chosen a change. Street suspected Rosa had not.

Pull back on the protector urge, Street. He forced himself to focus as she answered.

“I went through your bike while you were napping. You’re Street. Cool biker name. With the Devil Daddies MC.”

Of course, she’d rifled through his saddlebags to find the cut he’d stashed there before heading into Ravager territory. “Yeah, I’m Street. Where are we?”

“An old farm outside of town. I was friendly with the owner, but he passed away a few months ago. I guessed his son would only be interested in selling. This isolated spot was the first place that popped into my mind. The Ravagers won’t find us here.”

Street studied her, trying to think. The headache and the lingering fogginess from whatever drug they’d used to spike his beer still scrambled his brain. “Thanks for getting me out of there. I need to send word to my MC.”

“I plugged your phone in to charge. I’ll get it. And some water.”

Watching her walk away felt completely wrong, but he kept himself from protesting. Street forced himself to struggle to his knees and then pushed himself up to his feet. Wobbling unsteadily, he counted his effort as superhuman and collapsed onto the bale where Rosa had sat.

Why is she helping me?

The Ravagers would exact their revenge on anyone who dared to interfere with their plans. Rosa wouldn’t be safe in town with them around. Resolve stiffened his spine. He would make sure she was okay.

“One hundred percent,” her quiet voice announced as she walked through the open barn door, waving his phone to clarify she referred to his battery strength. She handed him a cold bottle of water and two tablets. “Ibuprofen.”

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Advertisement Vex (Devil Daddies MC #4) Read Online Pepper North http://www.books2020.com/vex-devil-daddies-mc-4-read-online-pepper-north Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:01:22 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/vex-devil-daddies-mc-4-read-online-pepper-north Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Pepper North Series: Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 54
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In Angel's darkest hour, a biker from the wrong side of the tracks swoops in to rescue her.

The daughter of a wealthy businessman, Angel Daniels enjoys her indulgent lifestyle, even if she teeters on the edge of boredom. That all changes when the Ravagers kidnap her. Will she survive their evil plot?

Vex plays life fast and loose. He doubts the special woman he's dreamed of will ever appear, so why not take chances? The last place he expects to find the one he could love forever is in the clutches of the Devil Daddies' rivals. And that other guy who thinks he's claiming Angel? He's totally wrong for her

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Chapter 1

She’d never liked darkness, even when at home where she knew she was safe. Here, the black shadows filling the unfamiliar space challenged her ability to withstand the panic looming inside her. Angel held on to her composure with the ragged nails on her usually immaculate fingers.

She’d tested every side of the room in her search for an exit from this hellhole and found nothing other than a door that opened randomly to allow the light from the hallway to spill inside. Each time she cowered, expecting mistreatment. Each time she’d been correct, and her hopes of being rescued faded away.

Could this get any worse?

A growing ache in her abdomen answered that question. Angel had no idea how many days had passed since the Ravagers had taken her. The jerks had used the darkness to keep her from tracking whether it was day or night. Combined with their random visits to terrorize her with threats of what would happen to her if her father didn’t comply with their demands, Angel had completely lost track of time.

The door slammed open, and she jumped and cowered back against the wall. The tattooed man that swaggered inside laughed mockingly at her automatic reaction before taunting her with the latest update.

“Bad news, Ms. Daniels. Your beloved dad wants nothing to do with you. He’s not willing to pay your ransom. Sucks to be you, huh? I’m debating whether to kill you now or after I turn you over to my men for a bit of fun.”

The apple of her father’s eye, Angel was confident her dad would never have sent that message. As terrified as she was by his threat of whatever his bikers would consider amusing, Angel tried not to let him see how much he scared her. Stiffening her back, she tried to pull her courage around her as a shield. She might have come from a rich family, but that didn’t mean everyone had always treated her well. Jealous girls had tormented her in school. Angel had learned to never let them see that their words got to her.

“He’ll pay. You might want to check how loyal your people ferrying messages are. They might have brokered their own deal,” she suggested. Take that, asshole. Hopefully doubts about the hold he had over the Ravager crew would fester in his brain.

“My men would never betray me,” Viper, the Ravager’s president, growled.

“Okay. Just letting you know I’m his only daughter. If you really haven’t heard from him, something’s wrong.” Angel crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping to plant additional doubt in the volatile motorcycle club leader’s mind. Each time she saw Viper, he reacted differently. Anticipating his reaction to anything was impossible.

“Fucking bitch,” Viper said, storming from the room. “Lock her in again, Cyclone. This time, no water for two days.”

The man who’d sporadically brought her food and drinks since she’d gotten there shouted down the hallway after the irate biker, “You got it, Viper.”

As Cyclone closed the door, Angel called out, “Wait! I need some tampons. I don’t want to make a big mess in here for you to have to clean up.”

The biker wasn’t quite as rough as the others in the Ravagers. He’d told Angel that Viper had assigned this duty to him to make sure she stayed alive because he had medical training. When she’d arrived, he’d gotten her a bucket to pee in.

“Viper’s not going to approve those.”

“I doubt he’s going to scrub the blood off the floor when I’m gone. Maybe you could think of some way to talk him into it?” Angel suggested. She was sure Viper would want to humiliate her. This was a perfectly embarrassing scenario for the MC president to use to his advantage.

“I’ll talk to him. Later. You pissed him off too much.”

Without another word, Cyclone slammed the door shut and locked it. Angel wrapped her arms around herself in the darkness, trying to comfort herself. If only Sammie was there with her. No, she wouldn’t want her stuffie in this awful place.

Catching herself almost sticking her thumb in her mouth for the millionth time, Angel grabbed a fistful of her grubby designer T-shirt to tether her hand away from her face. She wouldn’t soothe herself by allowing her Little side to come out either. Who knew whether the Ravagers had installed night-vision cameras in the room with her? Viper probably got off on watching her.

Two days had to have passed when Cyclone returned, for her cramps that always accompanied the heaviest days of her cycle had ended. Trapped in the darkness with nothing to use for her period, Angel had wadded her skimpy underwear up between her legs. If only she’d had on the granny panties she usually did during her period. Unfortunately, she’d been wearing a thong when taken. That skimpy material had soon become saturated. She’d tried to rip the bottom of her jeans or shirt off to use as a pad. Everything resisted tearing. She couldn’t do anything about the mess. All hope that she’d survive this ordeal evaporated as she lost the last shreds of her dignity.

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Advertisement Razor (Devil Daddies MC #3) Read Online Pepper North http://www.books2020.com/razor-devil-daddies-mc-3-read-online-pepper-north Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:28:08 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/razor-devil-daddies-mc-3-read-online-pepper-north Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Pepper North Series: Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 56
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If you think you’re teetering on the edge, you haven’t met Razor.

Razor knows too much about everything. With all the information rattling around in his brain, it’s no wonder he’s the MCs doctor and shrink. When he suspects something is wrong with an Inferno regular, he has to intercede. Why is she risking so much by failing to act?

Honey Rhoades loves Inferno. It’s the one place she can go to get away from it all. Stress, a crappy car, and the worst job ever can make a woman stumble through life, right? At least here, she can sit pretty and flirt with hot bikers, even if she also gets bossed around by the one with Doctor Daddy vibes.
The members of the Devil Daddies MC will risk all to secure two special acquisitions and women with a Little side

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Chapter 1

Pulling into the parking lot at Inferno, Honey Rhoades forced herself to search for a spot. A bank of handicapped spaces beckoned by the door, but she’d refused to apply for a permit to use them. Other people needed them much more than she did. Only on low-energy days like today, she regretted that decision, even though her kind neurologist had suggested she consider it.

“I chose to come out tonight. I could have gone home,” Honey announced to the empty interior of her vehicle as she drove up and down the aisles searching for a spot for her compact car.

She pulled into an empty spot eight rows away and slid out of the car. While the promise of a fun night out at Inferno had helped her endure her unpleasant boss’s complaints, one look at the distance she’d need to cross to get to the entry steps almost made her admit defeat. Honey stiffened her back and looped the shoulder strap of her small phone wallet over her head and arm, so it crossed her torso securely. She could do this. She would do this. Dammit!

Careful to lift her right knee high like she was marching, Honey walked slowly to the front despite her leg muscles quivering from the challenging trek. Proud that she’d only stopped once, she grabbed the railing and pulled herself up the steps.

“Need some help, ma’am?” a youthful voice asked.

When had she become a ma’am instead of a miss? Did her physical challenges make her appear older? Forcing herself to smile, Honey glanced up at a young woman and answered, “I’m good. Thank you for checking on me.”

“Of course. You’re almost there,” the woman encouraged before thankfully walking up the stairs and letting Honey navigate the last couple of steps without an audience. Thank goodness for small favors.

Again, that voice in the back of her head encouraged her to admit defeat and return to the car. “I’m not giving up,” she told herself sternly and marched up the steps.

She made it through the short line at the door and hesitated, scanning the interior of Inferno. The chatter and laughter of the patrons, the flashing lights under the DJ booth, and the spacious interior welcomed her. Honey loved the upbeat energy that filled the space. As always, the restaurant and bar thrilled her with its mixture of fun and dangerous motorcycle bad boy vibes.

The music welcomed her like an old friend. She’d always adored dancing. Now when she came to Inferno, she loved watching everyone have a blast. She swayed to the beat, remembering past fun in nightclubs.

The tremble in her legs told her to stop pushing it and go find a table. She used to sit at the bar, but climbing onto the stools took more energy than she had tonight. Honey spotted a booth and walked forward. As she hurried to nab it, she forgot to focus on lifting that treacherous right foot. Honey made it three steps before her toe caught, and she tumbled to the floor.

“Crap!” Honey forced herself to sit there for a second to make sure she wasn’t hurt and to gather the last of her energy to stand.

“Hey, are you okay? I’m a doctor. You can call me Razor.”

Honey looked up into the concerned face of the handsomest man she’d seen in a long time. His muscles had muscles, and he rocked his salt-and-pepper short hair and beard. She quickly controlled her expression, hoping she didn’t appear as close to drooling as she felt. He wouldn’t be interested in her. She was too… broken. Abandoning her first inclination to refuse, she asked for assistance.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve always been a klutz. If you’d help me up, I’d appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Razor told her and lifted her easily to her feet. His hands remained around her waist while she regained her balance.

The world wobbled around her, and she weaved slightly. Get it together! She stiffened her legs to steady herself. To her surprise, the man didn’t move away. He remained by her side.

His eyebrows drew together in concern. “How about you sit and rest for a bit?”

“I was going to that table. The stools are too… high for me to be comfortable,” Honey said, waving at the booth she’d headed toward. Another group had claimed it. A quick sigh escaped her. “Oh, I missed that one.” She scanned for another place to sit.

“Hey!” His voice pulled her attention back to him. He’d focused with laser precision on the table of young men. “Go sit somewhere else,” he ordered. His strong voice easily carried the eight feet separating them. The kind tone he’d addressed Honey with hardened into a fierce one.

The booth’s occupants scanned him quickly. Immediately, they grabbed their beers and slid from the bench seats, waving for them to sit down. Honey looked back at the handsome man and noticed his leather vest. Oh, they were afraid of him. Honey understood that. She’d seen how the leather-vested men responded to any problems. She’d always skirted around them, fascinated by their menacing appeal.

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Advertisement Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2) Read Online Pepper North http://www.books2020.com/scythe-devil-daddies-mc-2-read-online-pepper-north Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:16 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/scythe-devil-daddies-mc-2-read-online-pepper-north Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Pepper North Series: Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 61
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If you want something moved, you’ll have to check with Scythe.

Scythe comes from old-fashioned country life. His word is his bond, and he challenges any wrong he encounters. Lying to Scythe is not a good idea. When he spots a heavily made-up woman wearing an obvious disguise, he knows something’s up. Why is she pretending to be someone she isn’t?

Winnie Bradley can’t believe she made it into Inferno after being turned away by the bouncer twice for being too churchy. So what if her clothes don’t flash all her body parts? Or any of them. Tonight’s borrowed outfit is too drafty to be comfortable. She just needs to broker a deal for her stepdad’s collection before her nerve evaporates. If only that hot biker wouldn't scowl at her!

The members of the Devil Daddies MC will risk all to secure two special acquisitions and women with a Little side

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Chapter 1

Please let this work. Please don’t let me run into anyone I know. Winnie slid out of her eleven-year-old sedan and smoothed down her borrowed dress. The evening air whisked through the gaps between the straps, making her shiver. She rolled her eyes. Of course Belinda would consider this to be a complete outfit. Winnie forced herself to walk away from the safety her car offered.

“You can do this!” she told herself sternly.

“Baby, in that dress, you can do anything,” a male voice assured her.

Winnie turned to see a man leaning against his motorcycle, smoking a cigarette. He could snap her in half with one arm tied behind his back. She waved a hand nervously and skittered past, almost rolling her ankle as she tried to balance on the borrowed, sky-high stilettos.

A line had already formed at the entrance of Inferno. Joining it, she restrained herself from correcting those who jumped ahead of her to join their friends. These are not second graders you need to teach, Winnie.

She struggled to keep from touching the itchy makeup Belinda had piled on her face as she slowly advanced to the door. Please don’t let that giant man turn me away again!

Crap! He’s there. The doorman stopped checking IDs to kiss his girlfriend. Maybe Winnie could scoot around him while he was distracted. She ran into his powerful arm as he blocked her. Crap! Now he’d never let her in.

“ID,” a rough voice demanded.

Winnie glanced up to see another Devil Daddies MC member had stepped in to screen people. Gathering her courage and donning the bored expression Winnie saw often on her stepsister’s face, Winnie extended her license. He gripped the small card in his hand and looked back and forth between her picture and her person.

“Not cool,” the regular doorman growled after ending his kiss and turning toward the door. He held out his hand to take her ID from the other biker.

“Wraith,” his girlfriend said as she patted his massive thigh.

He scanned her image and her face several times as well. When he opened his mouth, Winnie could tell he was going to send her away.

Her already fast heart rate skyrocketed. She had to get to Lucien. He was the only one who could help her.

Suddenly, the burly doorman looked at the curvy woman at his side. She nodded, and after a slight hesitation, he handed back her ID.

“Welcome to Inferno. Don’t cause trouble.”

“No, sir. Thank you.” Winnie clutched her ID and ran as fast as her high heels would allow her into the crowd. A sign caught her eye near the door, and she raced to the women’s restroom and escaped into a stall to recover. Collapsing on the toilet, she forced herself to slow her breathing. She’d made it inside. Getting to Lucien was the next challenge.

After carefully patting the panic sweat from her face so she didn’t screw up her makeup, Winnie emerged from the stall and washed her hands. The other women in the bathroom chatted and added fresh layers of lipstick over their already red lips. They greeted her as if she were a regular, complimenting her on her dress and shoes. Winnie appreciated their kindness. It helped her restore her bravery.

Winnie emerged determined and in control. Staring at the interior of Inferno for the first time, she paused to take in the vast space and the crowd. No wonder they had no problem turning people away. It was packed. The dimmed lighting filled most of the area but there were two main bar areas lit by spotlights and glowing neon signs. One area held tables where a lot of people ate. A dance floor extended from one side with an elevated DJ booth. Immediately, Winnie wished she had come to enjoy herself.

That thought reminded Winnie of her mission. Tugging at her short dress, she forced herself to focus and walked forward into the crowd. She ignored her wobbly step in the heels. I can do this.

She scanned the dimly lit interior of Inferno. Male and female bartenders put together drinks behind a huge winding bar. No flashy tossing of bottles or smoking cocktails in this place. Inferno seemed to specialize in beer and frozen drinks with whiskies and other hard liquors.

When a server walked by with a huge tray, she asked, “Where can I find Lucien?”

The woman shook her head. “You don’t.”

What did that mean? Winnie stared after her as the server adeptly wove through the boisterous partiers. Winnie lifted the scant fraction of an inch more she could rise onto her toes and scanned the crowd. If she were the boss of all this, where would she hide?

“Why do you want to see Lucien?”

The barked question made her jump. Winnie came down on the heels and wobbled. She reached out to grab something to stabilize herself and regain her balance. She met the man’s accusing eyes and blurted, “You scared me. You should talk nicely to others.”

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Advertisement Wraith (Devil Daddies MC #1) Read Online Pepper North http://www.books2020.com/wraith-devil-daddies-mc-1-read-online-pepper-north Thu, 01 May 2025 18:18:31 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/wraith-devil-daddies-mc-1-read-online-pepper-north Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Pepper North Series: Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North
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If you want to make trouble, you’ll have to make it past Wraith first.

Wraith has a knack for spotting a brawl long before it happens. Getting on his bad side is definitely not recommended. When his eyes linger on a deliciously curvy woman, he’s instantly concerned by her attempts to blend in with the crowd. Who taught this special treat to react with fear?

Caroline Sweets wants to be anywhere but at the biker bar. She’s there doing research for her latest romance novel. Surely, the popular MC romance genre will be her key to fame and wealth. If only that burly biker didn’t check all her own boxes for a sexy leading man.

The members of the Devil Daddies MC will risk all to secure two special acquisitions and women with a Little side

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PROLOGUE

“Where’s Shadowridge?”

Steele turned around. A large biker stood on the other side of the pumps with his hands on his hips. He’d seen the custom cycle power into the gas station as he removed the cap from his tank at one of the numerous pumps. He continued to add fuel to his bike.

“Other side of the state.”

“I’ve never seen that cut before. The Devil Daddies are the kings of this area,” the stranger informed him with a scowl. “Passing through?”

Steele tamped down the voice in the back of his head that whispered a warning. “I’m here for a few months. My old lady is replacing the bank president while the regular one is on maternity leave.”

“Got any more members with you?”

“No. I’m not claiming territory. Just protecting my own while I’m in town,” Steele assured him.

“You should pay a visit to our president. He appreciates outsiders registering their presence.”

“Understood. Where would I find him?” Steele asked, cloaking his automatic displeasure at the barely concealed demand. He kept his tone even to avoid aggravating the situation. This could go south quickly.

“Inferno. The large bar on the south side of town.”

“I’ll be there this afternoon,” Steele stated.

“Ask for Lucien.”

Steele nodded and turned back to top off his tank. The man moved away after a brief pause, but Steele sensed he was still under scrutiny. MC etiquette was a tricky thing. He’d pay the bar a visit when Ivy was safely inside the bank and after he shared his whereabouts with Kade and Storm, his MC’s Enforcer and Vice President. They’d know what to do if he walked into trouble.

When his tank was topped off, Steele headed for a park he had passed on the way and pulled into a parking lot. He chose to back into a space with a good view of the road. Steele wanted to check if anyone would follow him before returning to the apartment they’d rented for a short term. Lounging back on his seat as if he didn’t have a care in the world, he grabbed his phone and made a call.

“Hey, it’s Steele. Let me talk to Kade.” The MC’s Enforcer would be the first person he contacted.

“Steele. Tired of that Podunk town and ready to come home?” Kade joked as he got on the line.

“Not quite yet. Ivy’s enjoying the new challenge but missing her friends.”

“Those Little girls love to get together.”

Steele couldn’t help overhearing the loud whisper in the background.

“Ask him if we can phone Ivy tonight, Daddy!”

Steele had no trouble recognizing Remi’s voice.

Kade shared, “They wanted to call her last night, but I was concerned about interfering with Ivy’s bedtime. I figured she was coming home exhausted after working in the new branch.”

“I put her to bed at seven, and she didn’t protest.”

“That’s telling,” Kade pointed out.

“Exactly. She slept well and was energized to go. How about if we call at six this evening? Think the others would be up for it?” Steele asked, anticipating that the Littles would jump on that suggestion.

“Let me tell Remi. She’ll spread the word.” Kade relayed the message to his Little. “Ivy will phone today at six.”

“Yessss!”

Steele could only imagine how fast Remi got on her phone to text the news. “Hey, I need to let you know I ran into a member of a local club here in town. Can you get me any information on the Devil Daddies? I’m visiting their headquarters in a bar named Inferno this afternoon.”

“Are you expecting trouble? Want to delay a couple of hours? I can be there in six,” Kade asked. His voice instantly hardened.

“I’m under scrutiny. Three bikes have cruised past while we’ve been talking. I’m either on their normal path or they’re keeping me in view. It’s better I go in alone. If I show up with my Enforcer, they might not be too receptive.”

“Call me by four to tell me how it went,” Kade demanded.

“Make it by five. That’s when I’ll need to pick up Ivy,” Steele suggested to give himself some wiggle room. Kade would act immediately to organize an official response if he suspected something had happened to the Shadowridge Guardians’ MC President.

“Got it. Be alert. Send an SOS if you need it.”

Steele occupied himself in town for the rest of the morning. He had lunch out and ran some errands. He wouldn’t lead the members of the Devil Daddies MC back to their apartment until he was sure Ivy would be safe. At two o’clock, he headed for Inferno.

It was definitely distinctive. A rough-hewn exterior gave the bar a weathered look. Red neon flames decorated the name along with the logo that Steele had noted on the cuts of the men who’d kept him in their sights. As he approached the immense building, Steele could see several equally large warehouses ranging behind the bar. The MC didn’t operate a repair or customizing shop. Why would they need large warehouses? What were they storing? Or moving?

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