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    Payback Ride: An MC Romance: Venom Brothers MC, #3
    Payback Ride: An MC Romance: Venom Brothers MC, #3
    Payback Ride: An MC Romance: Venom Brothers MC, #3
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    Payback Ride: An MC Romance: Venom Brothers MC, #3

    By APRIL LUST

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    Payback Ride is book 3 and the finale of the Venom Brothers MC trilogy!

    THE SWEETEST PAYBACK IS PUTTING MY BABY IN HER BELLY.

    Second chances aren't always happy reunions.
    My ex never should have come back.
    But she did, and she screwed with the wrong guy.
    It's time for revenge – the best way I know how.

    Once upon a time, Jasmine meant something to me.
    Not anymore.

    If she thought she could have the final say, she thought real f**kin' wrong.
    Because I won't tolerate what she did to me and my men.
    I won't let her win.

    I'm gonna get my hands on her again.
    And when I do, there's gonna be hell to pay.

    She's gonna have to beg for my mercy.
    Plead for my forgiveness.
    But no matter what she does…
    No matter what she says…

    One thing is gonna happen for sure.
    This won't end until I put my baby in her belly.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateAug 15, 2018
    ISBN9781386493280
    Payback Ride: An MC Romance: Venom Brothers MC, #3

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      Payback Ride - APRIL LUST

      PAYBACK RIDE: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Venom Brothers MC Book 3)

      By April Lust

      THE SWEETEST PAYBACK IS PUTTING MY BABY IN HER BELLY.

      SECOND CHANCES AREN’T always happy reunions.

      My ex never should have come back.

      But she did, and she screwed with the wrong guy.

      It’s time for revenge – the best way I know how.

      Once upon a time, Jasmine meant something to me.

      Not anymore.

      If she thought she could have the final say, she thought real f**kin’ wrong.

      Because I won’t tolerate what she did to me and my men.

      I won’t let her win.

      I’m gonna get my hands on her again.

      And when I do, there’s gonna be hell to pay.

      She’s gonna have to beg for my mercy.

      Plead for my forgiveness.

      But no matter what she does...

      No matter what she says...

      One thing is gonna happen for sure.

      This won’t end until I put my baby in her belly.

      Chapter One

      Joshua

      When Jasmine—Leslie—looked at me like that, I wanted to vomit. Her expression was so weak and pathetic, so fucking stupid after all the pain she’d put me through! I couldn’t believe that she’d dare to cry in my presence, much less try to weasel her way out of owning up to her own goddamn crimes. I felt sick when I looked at her. How could she expect me to defend what she’d done? How could she? When she'd first owned up to being Leslie, I'd felt shocked. But now, anger was coursing through my veins like molten lava. I didn't care what happened to Jasmine, but I never wanted to see her again. I didn't care that I'd loved this woman, pined for her for years . I forgot about all of the sleepless nights I spent researching Leslie online, looking for her without finding a clue. And I forgot about all of the hot tears that I’d shed when I realized that the love of my life was really gone. Leslie hadn’t just disappeared, she’d vanished. When she’d left, I hadn’t been able to find a single trace of what had happened to her.

      What? Jasmine was staring at me uneasily. She was fully dressed now, and I thanked God that I couldn't see the dangerous curves of her sweet body. I had to turn away; if I kept staring at her, I was going to feel like spitting on her.

      I can’t talk to you anymore, I said, standing up and crossing my arms over my chest. Jasmine stared at me.

      What? She frowned. Why, Joshua? We just came so close to solving this!

      I shook my head. I don’t care about what happens, I said flatly. Call the cops if you want. Don’t if you don’t. I don’t give a shit, Jasmine. I’m done caring. Can’t you fucking tell?

      Why? She stepped closer and I saw a note of panic in her lovely blue eyes. What’s going on? Joshua, please, she added, her voice taking on a husky note that I recognized. Please talk to me. She reached out for my arm with both of her small hands and I twisted away before she could touch me.

      Don’t touch me, I snapped. Don’t fucking touch me. I’ll die if you touch me, I thought grimly.

      Jasmine stared as though I’d punched her. Joshua, you can’t be serious, she said. After all this time, this is our chance! We can fix things! We can fix both MCs! She was pleading and her eyes were filling with tears. I was afraid to look in fear that I'd find something about her too compelling to look away. After all, this was the struggle that I was all too familiar with. Jasmine had always had an energy floating around her head, something about her that sucked me in.

      We can’t fix anything, I said in a heavy voice. And I don’t care about what happens on Saturday, I added in a moody voice. I don’t give a shit, Jasmine. You want to ruin me, go ahead and ruin me, then. But I don’t care about you, I said cruelly.

      Jasmine's lip twitched. I half expected her to start crying, but instead, she narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils in anger. I hate you so fucking much, she spat. You have no idea what it was like for me! You have no idea how much it hurt to be away from you for years and years!

      God, spare me the drama, I snapped, rolling my eyes. "How about this, bitch: you don’t have any idea of what it’s like to be goddamn heartbroken when your fiancée disappears! You have no idea what it’s like to think she’s dead, for years! I could feel my anger getting out of control but I did nothing to curtail the way I felt. You have no fucking idea!" I yelled, picking up one of the empty glasses from the bedside table and hurling it at the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces, but Jasmine didn’t even blink. She stared at me, her lower lip stuck out like a toddler’s, quaking.

      So you just want me to go? Her voice was sharp and pointed, like a dagger with poison on the tip. You don’t even care, you just want me to leave? Just like that? And not say anything to my club?

      I shrugged. I don’t care anymore, I said melodramatically. I don’t give a shit what you do. Just leave me and my club out of it, I snarled. "If you wanna call the cops, fine. But don’t expect to grab our dealer and make a living for yourself. If you call the cops, that’s it. Everything’s done. We don’t need to see each other again. If you call the cops, I’m sure they’ll arrest Derrick anyway. Isn’t that what you and your precious Wild Witches want? To see some guy—any guy—no matter if he did it or not, go to prison?"

      Jasmine blinked. We want justice, she said. But not like that. I don’t care about a scapegoat. I want to find the real asshole who did it, she said, raising her voice to almost match my own. I want to know who’s trying to ruin my life!

      Who cares? I exploded loudly. I could feel my face was red with blood and anger. "Who gives a shit about your precious fucking Wild Witches! They’re all a bunch of corrupt fucks! That bitch, Roni, is trying to ruin my life and you couldn’t even stop her from doing that! She ran all over you! Some fucking president you are!"

      Jasmine stared. She put her hand to her face and wiped her cheek. A single tear had dripped down from her eye. She shook her head and stared at me in disgust. Joshua, I’m sorry I lied to you, she said softly. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was trying to protect you, and I decided that your life was more important than our relationship.

      There was a knot in my throat, and no matter how hard I swallowed, it wouldn’t disappear. That’s bullshit, I scoffed quietly. You don’t care. You wanted an easy way out, and you got one, sister. Pain flashed through my mind, blinding me for a second. I remembered all the times where I’d cradled Leslie and rocked her to sleep, kissed her hair, tried to soothe and stroke away all of her worries. I remembered a time—the memory came on so sharp that it took my breath away—when Leslie’s family dog had died. She’d cried all night in my arms, and I’d just held her without speaking. That was how much I’d loved her. I just wanted to be there for her and comfort her in every way that I knew how.

      It wasn't like that, Jasmine insisted. She stepped closer to me and I stepped backward. It wasn't like that, Joshua.

      I winced at the sound of her voice saying my name. In the past, it was what I’d lived for. And now it just filled me with pain, anger, and regret.

      No, I said, shaking my head. "You’re

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