Or, at least, that’s what everyone else thought.
Between my husband being the president of the Demons of Hell and his club, I had a “family.”
Except the only thing that made us a family was my husband’s persistent reminders that it was.
But a family doesn’t turn a blind eye to things.
A family doesn’t let one of their own become a punching bag for their mistakes.
For all the pent-up anger and frustration for something that isn’t even my fault.
My “family” was the reason I nearly died.
And when Rage came into my life, he was all I could see.
The only thing that suddenly mattered.
Too bad I didn’t listen to the warnings before I became obsessed.
After all, with a name like Rage, what was I expecting?
When you’re married, there are the things you can live with… and the things you can’t.
My abusive husband, Harry? He made those distinctions very clear to me.
Constant beatings, a forced a miscarriage, and then roping me in with my father’s notorious biker gang, The Reapers.
Lucky enough, I got out of my marriage in one piece. For the time being, that is. Though it’s only a matter of time before he picks up on my trail.
Thank God for Blackjack.
He swears he’ll kill my no-good husband the second he steps foot in town. That’s sweet and all, sure, but there’s more to him; something about his stare that I can’t get out of my mind. A part of me is desperate to believe I deserve to be loved, deserve someone like Blackjack in my life. Yet, the bruises from my past tell me to never trust another man again.
But Blackjack isn’t like any other man, is he?
I never expected that I’d have anything or anyone to lose when I enlisted in the army. Then the blonde wild-child of the Montana’s Reapers motorcycle club, Ashley Monroe, showed up and proved that I had a lot more to lose than I thought.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that by the time I came back home after all these years that she’d up-and-left town and gotten married. Life, after all, continues to move right on along even when you’re not there to watch it go. All the same, I have a two-year-old son to think about now.
And then there’s Ashley. She shows up, beaten and broken from her marriage, and instantly changes everything. I’ve never wanted to kill a man so badly my entire life. Just one look at her and I’m drowning with a desire to take her in my arms and tell her she’ll always be safe with me.
But is there enough strength left in both of us for this second shot at life?
Life always finds a way to fuck you over.
I found that one out the hard way before I was even thirteen. Before that, my life had been perfect and then I was stripped away from my family. And while it certainly wasn’t what you’d call the typical family, it had been my family, my life. I had everything: loving parents, a huge biker family (even though they did fight like cat and dogs a lot), and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history. The Reapers blood flew through every vein in my body.
It took my years to find out why—or better who—had stripped me of my life, never knowing who the man was that’d taken everything from me. But he certainly knew who I was and, more importantly, he knew my parents. He took me hostage just to get back at my parents for something that had happened years ago.
I was the price my parents paid. Worst of all, I’ve been stuck here for years. Nothing about my stay with the Demons of Hell motorcycle club is glorious, especially not with the things they say and worst of all, the things they force me to do. I started out as a girl full of light but having spent so much time in the dark has sucked almost every bit of light I had left.
Darkness was all I’d known until I met him, and he lit the last remaining ember I’d had left inside me.
When I agreed to go undercover at the Demons of Hell motorcycle club, I had no idea exactly what my father had been signing me up for.
My father’s personal gain had been my sole purpose. Growing up in the Brotherhood Motorcycle Club had given me a good idea of the club life but being thrown into Rage’s idea of a club was something that nobody could’ve prepared me for.
Four years in this club and I’d learned next to nothing. Every day, I could feel myself getting closer to the information my father sent me for, that my family needed. My father had abandoned everything, and it had all been Rage’s fault. Even so, my father had vowed to return, to right every and all wrongdoing that Rage had had a hand in and he would fulfill that promise.
And while I may have come here for my father’s bidding, that wasn’t the reason I’d decided to stay. I could’ve made the choice a long time ago to run back home, to return even if it was with nothing useful. Every single day that I’m here, I stare in the face of the person I’ve decided to stay for. Her face screams how lost and broken she is, how she’s had everything ripped from her by him. Rage calls her his property and I’m letting him think that for now.
If only he knew about the way she looks at me whenever she’s not in his sight…
He’s shipping me off to Vegas in the hopes that it will squash whatever fire is starting to ignite between Camila and I. Fist is a smart bastard, I’ll give him that.
What he doesn’t realize is that I’m not the type to give up easily.
He’s warned me to stay away, but the heart wants what it wants, and I want Camila.
I may be going to Vegas, but she’ll be on the back of my bike the whole way whether he likes it or not.
I just wonder what kind of dangers we’re going to face. Being closer to the Mexican border is bound to give us problems, but it’s simple. I’ll just shoot any man dumb enough to try and lay a hand on her.
Camila is mine.
The Reapers MC were my saving grace when I needed them, hiding me from the Mexican Cartel, they kept me alive.
Fist, the Prez learned to love me like I was the second daughter he never had. He took his oath of protection that he made to Reed from the Skulls Renegade MC to the heart. Fist wants to protect me from everything and make sure that I don’t end up back in the evil clutches of Rafael Ramirez.
What happens when I don’t want life to hold me back anymore, when I finally want to live in the sun instead of hiding in the dark?
Boog is my way to get there, and I want to take that shot.
If I didn’t love her, I would kill her. I’d kill her for so much, but mostly for hiding my kid from me. For up and running, and choosing to keep my daughter out of my life. She doesn’t just belong to Melody. She’s mine too, and Melody doesn’t get to keep her to herself.
She said she ran because of me, because of what I did.
I can’t blame her for that.
I fucked up and I might have lost the most important woman in my life, but I refuse to lose my daughter. Not when we haven’t even had a chance.
Will fighting for my daughter lead me to winning back my girl’s heart? I loved her for years and I always will. The only thing is, Melody doesn’t exist anymore.
Only Rebel Rose does, and she’s nothing like I expect.
I’ve never been the type of man to seek my father’s approval, especially when it comes to women. Now though, all I want for him is to accept her into our family – into our club.
Ivy has a jaded past, even moreso now than before. She may be his arch nemesis’ daughter, but she’s my girl and he needs to remember that.
This isn’t any Romeo or Juliet bullshit. This is a fight of good versus evil and Ivy sure as fuck isn’t evil.
The words written into her flesh prove that.
I don’t know what it is about this stranger that sparks a fire deep inside me. He makes me question everything about my life. I met him one time when he was in the bar with a buddy of his.
Weeks have gone by and I haven’t seen him, but I know where he is. He’s a Reaper, and these bastards are easy to find.
I’m tired of dealing with the same shit on a different day. I know that I deserve more, and now I’m going to search for it.
I just don’t know if I can handle everything coming my way.
Who would’ve known what I’d find in that fucking basement. More importantly, who knew what I was gonna do.
It felt natural, to take off my cut and place it over her shoulders. She’d been exposed for god knows how long, and all I could think is that I didn’t want another man’s eyes raking over her body.
In putting my cut over her, I was claiming her as mine.
Alexa may not know it, but she’s my lost little lamb and I won’t let anyone harm her ever again.
They say when you know, you know. The only thing I knew the second I met her was that she was crazier than I was, and that made me crave her even more. Only, things never work out the way you think they will.
She was hiding shit from me but more than that, she was hiding something from the club. After her betrayal I swore I wouldn’t love again, but just as I swore off women someone else came into the picture.
A breathtaking vixen that was sure to change my mind.
She only came into our lives on a whim because we outsmarted the woman who was trying to double cross us. While I hated Sakura at first her actions have proven she’s not only as loyal as they come, but has undeniable honor.
Sakura used her connections and pull to save one of us, the most innocent of Reapers, Orion Monroe. I watched her put her head on the chopping block to save that little boys life and it made me see a different side of her.
Now all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay, that we’ll survive the battle with her family. But will we? Sakura isn’t just any gorgeous Japanese woman.
She’s Sakura Kobayashi, daughter of the Yakuza and her father has put a bounty on her head.
I hated Sakura at first, but she’s proven the type of woman she is with her choices. Now I feel a completely different way about her. Time is running out and it’s now or never. I only hope time is in my favor and I can tell this woman how much I ache for her to be mine.
Havoc is an MC boxed set containing the prequel to the Reapers MC, and the first four books in the series.
Pain cursed her life, and now they’ll bring joy to it.
Forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet.
Here Kitty, Kitty
Like a Black Dahlia, love can grow in the dark.
She’s been off limits for eons, but she’s not any more.
Retribution comes in many forms.