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    The Devil's Woman: Hell Brothers MC, #2
    The Devil's Woman: Hell Brothers MC, #2
    The Devil's Woman: Hell Brothers MC, #2
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    The Devil's Woman: Hell Brothers MC, #2

    By APRIL LUST

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    The Devil's Woman is book 2 of the Hell Brothers MC trilogy. Book 3, The Devil's Spawn, is available everywhere now!

    My city. My club. My rules. And she'll be MY bride… whether she likes it or not.

    She needed my protection.
    Guess what, sweetheart?
    It's gonna cost you everything.

    She came to me, bleeding and scared.
    They tried to hurt her.
    But if they pull that stunt again, I'll bury every last one of those sons of b**ches.

    Because she belongs to me now.

    That's the deal we struck.
    She gives me her body.
    I'll give her safety.

    I don't care if she thinks I'm Satan.
    Hell, she might be right.
    But by the time I'm done, she'll be the devil's bride.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateSep 11, 2018
    ISBN9781386343639
    The Devil's Woman: Hell Brothers MC, #2

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      The Devil's Woman - APRIL LUST

      THE DEVIL’S WOMAN: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hell Brothers MC Book 2)

      By April Lust

      My city. My club. My rules. And she’ll be MY bride... whether she likes it or not.

      She needed my protection .

      Guess what, sweetheart?

      It’s gonna cost you everything.

      She came to me, bleeding and scared.

      They tried to hurt her.

      But if they pull that stunt again, I’ll bury every last one of those sons of b**ches.

      Because she belongs to me now.

      That’s the deal we struck.

      She gives me her body.

      I’ll give her safety.

      I don’t care if she thinks I’m Satan.

      Hell, she might be right.

      But by the time I’m done, she’ll be the devil’s bride.

      Chapter 1

      Ace had told Katie he was going to collect intel on Alexei so The Hell Brothers could set up a plan to get rid of him, but that wasn’t exactly true. In reality, he was going to look for some kid named Paul.

      Fiona had mentioned her brother had a friend who worked for Alexei. Apparently that was how Niko and Alexei had ended up crossing paths. Paul was tied to Alexei, so Ace figured technically, he hadn’t actually lied to Katie.

      Ace sighed. What am I going to do about you, Katie? Her outburst today had been totally unacceptable. He used to think she was a firecracker when she would pop off like that, always setting him on his ass.

      Katie would yell at him for being stupid, then he would fuck her brains out; that was their routine, and it was one he liked. Then why didn’t you fuck her this morning? You didn’t even kiss her when you headed out the door. It was like you couldn’t wait to get away, the voice in his head taunted. Ace pushed that part of his mind away.

      He revved the motor, accelerating down the highway as he mindlessly zipped through the lanes. His thoughts circled around back to last night again, and how nice it had been to have a woman do what he wanted her to do for once. Soon, she’ll want to do it, too, Ace thought lasciviously as he headed towards Uptown.

      Once he told Fiona all the info he was about to dig up on her brother, she’d forget all about his early departure this morning. His plan was foolproof—as long as he found Paul. The only problem was Ace had no idea what Paul looked like.

      Pulling over into a narrow alley behind a row of shops, Ace killed the engine, silencing the echoing motor. He pulled off his leather vest that claimed The Hell Brothers title, leaving him in just a tight black tee. He carefully folded the vest and placed it in one of the side saddlebags on his bike, throwing his do-rag on top.

      Tousling his auburn hair, Ace stuck one hand in his pocket and casually slung his backpack over his shoulder. He walked out of the alley, heading down the street to the warehouse district where he knew the Russians did their business.

      Finding an abandoned warehouse, Ace climbed up the fire escape to stand on the roof. The building was tall, making a good vantage point. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a pair of binoculars. He didn’t know where Alexei’s place was, but Alexei wasn’t a very smart guy. Ace was confident he could figure it out.

      Sure enough, in less than thirty minutes Ace noticed a steady stream of fancy cars heading in and out of one of the smaller buildings, as well as a suspicious number of men in graphic tees and leather pants that were far too snug.

      Twenty minutes after that, a young man exited one of the side doors and began to pace back and forth, looking extremely nervous. Ace had seen that look before—it was one of a man way out of his depth. He had found Paul.

      Ace quickly climbed back down the fire escape, taking the long way around to wind up on the same street as Paul. He didn’t want to walk too fast, or he would attract unwanted attention, but if he took too long, Paul would go back inside. Luck was with him today, and when Ace rounded the corner he spotted Paul, who was now agitatedly sucking down a cigarette.

      Staying in the shadow of the building, Ace pulled down his sunglasses to cover his eyes and began to casually wave at Paul, as if they were old pals, patiently waiting for him to notice. When he didn’t, Ace called to him from across the street, without a care in the world to who might be listening, apparently.

      Paul lit a cigarette, rapidly pacing back and forth as he tried to come up with a plan. Niko was going to die if he didn’t help him, and now his sister, too. But if he went against Alexei, it would most likely result in him only joining the two in a sudden, fiery car accident.

      He jerked his head up, hearing someone shout his name. Paul hastily looked around, spotting a dark-haired man in a black shirt on the street corner. He squinted, but couldn’t make out who the man was; he had a pair of over-sized sunglasses on that covered half of his face.

      He waved again, and gestured that he would cross the street to come to Paul. Paul felt his body temperature drop five degrees. That would not fly with Alexei. He’d kill this man for trespassing on his property, and beat Paul half to death for letting him.

      Paul waved back to the man hurriedly, motioning for him to stay where he was. The last thing he wanted was another accidental death on his conscience. He looked around to double check no one else was around, then jogged across the street to figure out who this man was.

      The second Paul stepped into the shadow of the building, and outside any watchful eyes’ view, Ace grabbed his shirt and slammed him into the wall.

      What the fu— Paul started to exclaim, frantically trying to shove the stranger away.

      Ace shook him firmly to hold still, cutting him off. Are you Paul Ivanov? he asked, or perhaps threatened.

      Yes, m-my name is Paul, he stammered out. He had a feeling the man would be able to tell if he was lying.

      Miraculously, the giant fists holding him hostage relaxed and let go. Paul knew they would have him again quick as lighting if he tried to run, though.

      You friends with Niko Brown? the man asked suspiciously.

      Is this a trap? Paul wondered. Does this guy work for Alexei? Maybe Alexei’s testing me to see where my loyalties lie. He looked at the man in front of him again. Paul decided to play it straight. He took a deep breath. Yes, he said resolutely. Niko is my friend.

      There was no reaction from the man, which meant he didn’t work for Alexei, Paul gathered. His shoulders drooped, all the bravado rushing out of him.

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