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    Forsaken Ride: The Punishers MC, #2
    Forsaken Ride: The Punishers MC, #2
    Forsaken Ride: The Punishers MC, #2
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    Forsaken Ride: The Punishers MC, #2

    By APRIL LUST

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    Forsaken Ride is book 2 of The Punishers MC trilogy. Book 3, Forsaken Bride, is available everywhere now!


    I BOUGHT HER TO SAVE HER. BUT I MIGHT HAVE DOOMED US BOTH.

    She looked like an angel on that auction block.
    Perfect for a devil like me.

    I came here to kill my enemies or die trying.
    But I can't pass up the chance to claim her.

    This started off as a suicide mission.
    But now that I have something to live for…
    I'll do whatever it takes to get us both out alive.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateNov 6, 2018
    ISBN9781386826699
    Forsaken Ride: The Punishers MC, #2

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      Forsaken Ride - APRIL LUST

      FORSAKEN RIDE: The Punishers MC (Book 2)

      By April Lust

      I BOUGHT HER TO SAVE HER. BUT I MIGHT HAVE DOOMED US BOTH.

      SHE LOOKED LIKE AN angel on that auction block.

      Perfect for a devil like me.

      I came here to kill my enemies or die trying.

      But I can’t pass up the chance to claim her.

      This started off as a suicide mission.

      But now that I have something to live for...

      I’ll do whatever it takes to get us both out alive.

      Chapter 1

      Nicholas

      Ifumbled for a moment before I found my voice again. Marco’s...dead?

      Yep, Fists nodded.

      You’re telling me Marco Esposito is dead. Marco, the boss of the Esposito crime family. Dead?

      That’s what I’m telling you.

      Damn. That’s all I could think of to say. Damn. The man had built an empire from nothing. Until The Punishers came along, he ran this city with an iron fist. With the notable exception of the members of this club, everyone who had ever challenged him was either buried in an unmarked grave or sleeping forever at the bottom of the lake. He was a Chicago institution, an immovable object. Marco Esposito was God.

      But, apparently, God was dead.

      Something occurred to me. Why stop now? Why hold back? Fists, how the fuck could you be talking about negotiating a peace treaty? I said hungrily. Now’s the time to take them down! That rat fuck son of his doesn’t have half the balls his old man did. Let’s strike. Let’s burn that fucking mansion of theirs to the ground.

      Try not to break my shit, Nico, Fists said.

      I looked down and realized I’d snapped off a piece of the desk in my bare hands. The wooden splinters stuck out. I set the chunk of wood carefully on top and settled back into my seat, folding my hands across my lap and mostly succeeding in keeping my breath calm and even.

      Now is the time, prez, I repeated. We won’t get another chance this good.

      He shook his head. No.

      You can’t just tell me, ‘No.’

      I can, I will, and I just did, he retorted. I’m your president, and as long as I’m still here, you’re listening to what I say. Got that?

      I exploded. Fuck that and fuck you. You know why I joined this club. I came because I wanted every Esposito to bleed for what they did to me. If you’re telling me to stand down just because you’re too scared to fight, then fuck this whole joint. I’m out. I’ll go fight them myself. I stood and spun angrily on one heel, headed for the exit.

      Sit down, Nico, he called tiredly just as my hand closed around the doorknob. I paused for a moment, curious what he would say. There’s more to it.

      I turned back to face him. My eyes were narrowed suspiciously. Fists was a tricky, manipulative motherfucker when he wanted to be. There was a reason he was The Punishers’ president, the same reason he’d survived so long in this bloody turf war. He knew how to play the game.

      Start talking, I said.

      First, you sit. He pointed at the empty chair.

      I eyed it for a moment, then decided I owed him at least the benefit of a few more minutes’ worth of attention. But I wouldn’t sit for long. Who knew how long this window of opportunity was going to last? I’m sitting, I growled once I had settled back down.

      Now, before I tell you what’s happening, I want you to answer one more question for me.

      I told you before, I’m done playing games. If you don’t tell me the plan, I’m leaving right this fucking second.

      Just one question. It’ll be quick, I promise.

      Fine.

      How much do you hate them?

      I let the question sink in. How much do I hate them? The first thing I thought of was that night I’d spent in the chair in the basement, the same one every Punisher had sat through on his first night with the club. The ghost memory of the pain still haunted my body. The pain was almost like an old friend, lingering around in my veins and nerve endings just to remind me of what I’d gone through.

      Why had I stayed? Why did I suffer through the pain? I’d held that vial in my hand the entire night. I must have looked at it and decided to drink it a thousand times. But a thousand times I’d stopped myself right on the brink of giving in. Why go through all that?

      Because of Smalls.

      I drifted back into the memory of his dying body cradled in my lap. The motherfuckers had beat him senseless, just to inflict pain. He didn’t make a difference to their war one way or another. We were small-time, he and I. One more stolen car would hardly make a dent in either side’s coffers.

      They killed him to make a point. They wanted the city to think the Espositos were invincible, and they were out to prove that idea, one dead, innocent body at a time. Smalls was a pawn. He deserved better than that.

      The pain of my wrist was nothing compared to the hatred I felt towards the motherfuckers who’d robbed me of a friend. Hell, Smalls was more than that. If there were such things as guardian angels, he was the closest thing to it. The man had literally plucked me from the gutter, brought me back from death’s doorstep. He fixed me up, brushed me off, made me into a man. A man with hate in his heart and a gun in each hand.

      I want to strangle every one of them to death with my own two hands, I told Fists.

      He nodded, satisfied with my answer. Good, he said. You’ll need that.

      I waited with bated breath for him to continue.

      Now, I’m going to explain everything, and I want you to listen closely. It’s complicated, and there’s a lot of ways this shit could blow up in our faces. But if it goes right, you’ll get everything you wanted.

      I folded my arms and listened as he explained.

      JESUS, WHAT A MINDFUCK, I thought to myself as I rode home on my motorcycle. Fists’ words played in my head over and over again. Each time, the plan seemed more fucked up and convoluted than the last. It was reckless, downright implausible...and, yet, if we found a way to pull it off, it’d be the greatest coup in the history of the club. A strike the Espositos would never recover from. We’d have our enemies at our feet and the city in our hands, all in one fell swoop. But goddamn, the stakes were high.

      Cosimo Esposito is the new boss of the family, Fists had begun. He’s an opportunistic son of a bitch, and we know he’s had illegitimate side businesses growing under his daddy’s nose for years. He’s desperate to be successful. But, most importantly for us, he doesn’t know how to fight a war, and he doesn’t want to. All the bastard wants is money. We’re gonna let him have that—for now.

      How so? I’d replied, a growing sense of thrill building in my stomach.

      We negotiate a peace. Let him think it’s favorable to them. On paper, it will be. We back off any contested areas, agree not to strike at any of their business operations, and pull back everything into our own core territory.

      So what’s the point of all that?

      We’re putting him to sleep. If all that motherfucker cares about is dollar signs, by all means, he’s welcome to them. He can have the prostitution rings, the drug running, whatever the hell he wants. While he’s focused on that, though, we finish pulling off the biggest deal we’ve ever done.

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