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Savage Monster. Prophets MC, #3
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- ISBN978-1-393-61820-1
- EAN9781393618201
- Date de parution18/03/2019
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurRelay Publishing
Résumé
Savage Monster is book 3 and the finale of the Prophets MC trilogy!He's a savage beast - and he's here to drag me back, kicking and screaming. VALIt's been almost two months since I took my baby daughter and ran for the hills. We had to get away from my abusive ex. He'd given me enough black eyes and sleepless nights to last a lifetime. And my little girl deserves a better father than a devil like him.
For a little bit, it seems like we'd made it out safe. I might be stripping to pay the bills. But it's worth it if that's what it takes to feed my daughter, to keep a roof over our heads. And there's something liberating about getting on that stage. Up there, with my legs around a pole and pounding music in my ears, I can be anybody. I can be anonymous. Powerful. Free. And then it all comes crashing down.
It started with a simple request for a dance. But when I saw who was asking, my blood froze in my veins. The outlaw biker waiting in the champagne room was like something out of a romance novel:Rugged, tatted, leather-bound, unbelievably huge. I gave him what he wanted. And that might just be the last thing I ever do. MERCERShe looked more innocent than I expected. It's easy to rationalize killing most of my victims - it's kind of necessary when you're a biker hitman like me.
The scum on my hit list are usually criminals of some kind: low life thugs, dirty drug dealers - you get the idea. They deserve what's coming to them. But Val was different. There was something in her eyes - something fragile. Special. Worth protecting. And when I find out she has a baby girl at home.The job gets that much harder. But my employer tells me I don't have a choice. Get it done, he says.
Put her down and move on with your life. So I go through the steps. I find her at the club where she dances. Take her to a room in the back. Tell her I know who she is - who she really is. Her jaw drops. I can see her eyeing the door. Getting ready to run. And then I tell her the ugly, bloody truth:I'm the man who's been sent to kill her.
For a little bit, it seems like we'd made it out safe. I might be stripping to pay the bills. But it's worth it if that's what it takes to feed my daughter, to keep a roof over our heads. And there's something liberating about getting on that stage. Up there, with my legs around a pole and pounding music in my ears, I can be anybody. I can be anonymous. Powerful. Free. And then it all comes crashing down.
It started with a simple request for a dance. But when I saw who was asking, my blood froze in my veins. The outlaw biker waiting in the champagne room was like something out of a romance novel:Rugged, tatted, leather-bound, unbelievably huge. I gave him what he wanted. And that might just be the last thing I ever do. MERCERShe looked more innocent than I expected. It's easy to rationalize killing most of my victims - it's kind of necessary when you're a biker hitman like me.
The scum on my hit list are usually criminals of some kind: low life thugs, dirty drug dealers - you get the idea. They deserve what's coming to them. But Val was different. There was something in her eyes - something fragile. Special. Worth protecting. And when I find out she has a baby girl at home.The job gets that much harder. But my employer tells me I don't have a choice. Get it done, he says.
Put her down and move on with your life. So I go through the steps. I find her at the club where she dances. Take her to a room in the back. Tell her I know who she is - who she really is. Her jaw drops. I can see her eyeing the door. Getting ready to run. And then I tell her the ugly, bloody truth:I'm the man who's been sent to kill her.
Savage Monster is book 3 and the finale of the Prophets MC trilogy!He's a savage beast - and he's here to drag me back, kicking and screaming. VALIt's been almost two months since I took my baby daughter and ran for the hills. We had to get away from my abusive ex. He'd given me enough black eyes and sleepless nights to last a lifetime. And my little girl deserves a better father than a devil like him.
For a little bit, it seems like we'd made it out safe. I might be stripping to pay the bills. But it's worth it if that's what it takes to feed my daughter, to keep a roof over our heads. And there's something liberating about getting on that stage. Up there, with my legs around a pole and pounding music in my ears, I can be anybody. I can be anonymous. Powerful. Free. And then it all comes crashing down.
It started with a simple request for a dance. But when I saw who was asking, my blood froze in my veins. The outlaw biker waiting in the champagne room was like something out of a romance novel:Rugged, tatted, leather-bound, unbelievably huge. I gave him what he wanted. And that might just be the last thing I ever do. MERCERShe looked more innocent than I expected. It's easy to rationalize killing most of my victims - it's kind of necessary when you're a biker hitman like me.
The scum on my hit list are usually criminals of some kind: low life thugs, dirty drug dealers - you get the idea. They deserve what's coming to them. But Val was different. There was something in her eyes - something fragile. Special. Worth protecting. And when I find out she has a baby girl at home.The job gets that much harder. But my employer tells me I don't have a choice. Get it done, he says.
Put her down and move on with your life. So I go through the steps. I find her at the club where she dances. Take her to a room in the back. Tell her I know who she is - who she really is. Her jaw drops. I can see her eyeing the door. Getting ready to run. And then I tell her the ugly, bloody truth:I'm the man who's been sent to kill her.
For a little bit, it seems like we'd made it out safe. I might be stripping to pay the bills. But it's worth it if that's what it takes to feed my daughter, to keep a roof over our heads. And there's something liberating about getting on that stage. Up there, with my legs around a pole and pounding music in my ears, I can be anybody. I can be anonymous. Powerful. Free. And then it all comes crashing down.
It started with a simple request for a dance. But when I saw who was asking, my blood froze in my veins. The outlaw biker waiting in the champagne room was like something out of a romance novel:Rugged, tatted, leather-bound, unbelievably huge. I gave him what he wanted. And that might just be the last thing I ever do. MERCERShe looked more innocent than I expected. It's easy to rationalize killing most of my victims - it's kind of necessary when you're a biker hitman like me.
The scum on my hit list are usually criminals of some kind: low life thugs, dirty drug dealers - you get the idea. They deserve what's coming to them. But Val was different. There was something in her eyes - something fragile. Special. Worth protecting. And when I find out she has a baby girl at home.The job gets that much harder. But my employer tells me I don't have a choice. Get it done, he says.
Put her down and move on with your life. So I go through the steps. I find her at the club where she dances. Take her to a room in the back. Tell her I know who she is - who she really is. Her jaw drops. I can see her eyeing the door. Getting ready to run. And then I tell her the ugly, bloody truth:I'm the man who's been sent to kill her.
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