Devil’s Fury MC, Book 12

  A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

   

  Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap

  Date Published: August 25, 2023

  Publisher: Changeling Press

   

  Talia — Every man in my life, including my father, has betrayed me. My

    past has made me cynical, twisted my mind, and left bruises that will never

    fade. Then I’m kidnapped and this big biker swoops in to save the day.

    I watch as he kills four men, and the blood on his hands should terrify me.

    Seeing how kind he is when rescuing everyone, how he takes charge and

    won’t leave anyone behind, makes me wonder if not all men are useless.

    He says I can trust him, and he wants me to stick around. I’ve always

    run before, but something about this man makes me want to give him a chance.

    I only hope I won’t regret it.

  Ram — I left my club and never planned to go back. They thought I was

    dead, and I wanted to keep it that way. But things don’t always go

    according to plan. I roll up to the gates with six women in tow. One of them

    I’d love to claim as my own. She’s prickly and defensive, but I

    find her utterly adorable. I want to keep her, but she pushes me away. When

    one of the other victims asks to stay with me, I know it’s my one

    chance to convince Talia to give me a shot. Now I’ve gone from a

    vigilante with no home to a family man. No matter how many men I have to

    kill, I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Never again will

    someone hurt those who are precious to me.

   

  WARNING: Ram (Devil’s Fury MC) is intended for readers 18+ due to

    adult content and situations, including human trafficking and mentions of

    abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

   

   

   

  EXCERPT

  Copyright ©2023 Harley Wylde

   

  Ram

   

  I’d been too late to save the young girl Vega targeted, but I

    wouldn’t fail this time. The woman in his grasp looked to be no more

    than nineteen years old. The way she slumped told me she’d either been

    drugged or knocked unconscious. I knew Vega would do unspeakable things to

    her. As much as I wanted to rip her from his arms right here and now, I knew

    it was better to wait. He likely had other victims and I hoped he would lead

    me to them. If at all possible, tonight I would save more than one

    life.

  The ink on my back felt as if it burned, a reminder of the life I’d

    left behind. I hadn’t worn my club colors in more than a decade. After

    I’d gone nomad, I’d disappeared, making sure my brothers

    couldn’t find me. They didn’t know of my failed mission, and I

    hoped they never did. Because of me, multiple lives had been lost. I knew

    saving this woman and the others couldn’t make up for what I’d

    done before, but it was the only way I knew of to ease the burden on my

    guilty conscience.

  I clung to the shadows out-of-sight, a knife gripped in my hand. The woman

    let out a soft moan and I hoped she wouldn’t wake any time soon. Vega

    would do whatever it took to keep her quiet, and I wanted her to suffer as

    little as possible. There was no telling what he had already done to

    her.

  Following silently, I kept him within sight. Vega made his way through the

    shady neighborhood, fast approaching the warehouses on the opposite end. I

    held back as he entered the last structure on the right. The few windows I

    saw were covered in dust and grime, but I knew I needed to at least try to

    get a glimpse inside the building. If I had my brothers with me, things

    would have been different. I didn’t know if they’d ever accept

    me back again, or if they even knew I was still alive. Only Badger had kept

    in touch. Confronting Vega alone wasn’t a good idea. I knew he had

    multiple men working under him including extra hired muscle. Many would call

    this a suicide mission. Perhaps they were right, but I didn’t care if

    I died today as long as the innocent women and girls inside the building

    would be safe.

  Through the dirt-encrusted glass, I could see Vega and three other men. The

    woman he’d carried inside was now slumped in a chair, her wrists tied

    to the arms. A trickle of blood ran from her temple down the side of her

    face. I wondered how else he’d hurt her. Scanning the room, I saw a

    row of cages, each filled with at least one teenage girl or young woman.

    None looked over the age of twenty and the youngest appeared to be near

    thirteen. I couldn’t stand sick fucks like Vega.

  I watched for another twenty minutes, keeping an eye on any changes. So

    far, it didn’t look like Vega had other men with him. Three

    didn’t seem like much for someone like him. Which meant they were

    either on their way or he felt secure with such a small detail. If I had my

    sniper rifle, it would have been much easier to take them out. Instead, all

    I had was my nine millimeter and my knife. There was no way to end their

    miserable lives without getting closer.

  Part of me wanted to feel Vega’s blood and watch as the light dimmed

    from his eyes. The average person might have considered him a monster, but

    tonight I was the vicious thing lurking in the dark. My heart kept a steady

    rhythm as I watched and waited. I knew I’d have to move before he

    harmed the woman anymore, yet I couldn’t be careless and rush into

    danger. Doing so would only end all our lives.

  I backed away from the window as the phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling

    it out I checked the screen. A familiar name flashed on the display. Badger.

    Why the hell would he be calling now?

  My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped farther away from the

    warehouse to answer the call.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked when the call

    connected.

  “Why do you always have to be a dick when you answer the phone? You

    could at least try not to sound sarcastic.”

  “Maybe I just seem like one because we haven’t spoken in so

    long. It’s not like we talk more than once every two or three years.

    Is there even anyone else at the club who knows I’m still

    alive?”

  Badger sighed. “I got the feeling you didn’t want anyone to

    know you were alive. Was I wrong? And don’t think for one second

    I’m not aware of what you’ve been up to. I’ve left you

    alone to do your thing, but this is news that couldn’t wait any

    longer.”

  My gut churned. What the hell could have possibly happened to make him say

    such a thing? “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s Grizzly. I don’t know how else to say it so

    I’ll just spit it out. He’s gone. Died a few months ago.

    I’d have called sooner but shit hit the fan around here.”

  I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the loss of my ex-president. I

    hadn’t seen him in over ten years. It never occurred to me the last

    time I walked out would be the last chance I ever had to speak with

    him.

  “What happened? How did he die?” I asked.

  “Too many years of bad decisions caught up to him. His health began

    to decline a little while back. Finally, his body just gave out. It hit the

    entire club hard, especially his daughters.”

  The way he said the word daughters made me think there was something more

    to it, but now wasn’t the time to ask. I could mourn Grizzly later and

    ask for more details about the club. Right now, I needed to focus on the

    women and girls who needed my help. Besides, I’d been gone from the

    club for so long I didn’t even know any of Grizzly’s adopted

    daughters. I’d heard about them from Badger previously, but it

    wasn’t the same as meeting them in person.

  “I appreciate the call, but now isn’t a good time. Sorry,

    Badger. I’ve got to go.” I hung up before he could say another

    word.

  Creeping back over to the warehouse, I looked into the window again. While

    I’d been on the phone, Vega had been having a bit of fun. The poor

    woman tied to the chair now had multiple wounds. I could see the rise and

    fall of her chest and said a silent thanks she was still alive. But I

    worried she wouldn’t be for much longer. Whatever it took, I needed to

    get her and the others out of there as quickly as possible.

  One of Vega’s men pulled out a pack of cigarettes and headed for the

    door. I knew this was my chance to take out at least one of them. When he

    didn’t return, Vega would suspect something was up. It was a risk

    I’d have to take.

  I heard the warehouse door open and shut. Gripping my knife tightly, I

    crept around the corner. I saw the flicker of the flame from his lighter,

    then the soft glow from the end of a cigarette. While he remained

    preoccupied, I moved swiftly on silent feet. Before the asshole had a chance

    to even realize I was there, I placed my hand over his mouth and slit his

    throat.

  The coppery scent of his blood filled the air, and I knew it would attract

    other predators, both human and animal. The clock was ticking. I leaned

    against the building, melding with the shadows, and waited for my next

    victim. It wasn’t long before another of Vega’s men came

    outside.

  “Joe, where the fuck are you? Vega is starting to get pissed. Stop

    screwing around and come back inside.”

  I had bad news for him. Joe wouldn’t be going back inside. He had a

    one-way ticket to hell…

  About the Author

  Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC

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