Death & Rage: Inferno Glory MC, #4

By Jennifer Ann

*This is a serial. The installments are not novel length and are intended for readers over 18.* 

Harley’s story continues with the fourth part in the Inferno Glory MC series. Just when things seemed to be going well between Harley and Colt, she stumbles onto crucial information that completely changes the game, leaving her to wonder why she had been so quick to trust anyone. 

When she finds solace in a new friend, she’ll find herself trying new things as well as taking a monumental leap of faith. But before long, it becomes clear someone wants both Harley and Colt dead, and it won’t be over until considerable blood has been spilled. Are Harley’s feelings for Colt strong enough to ride out the storm, or will she finally be forced to walk away from him for good?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Ann
• Release date: Sep 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386399766

Jennifer Ann

Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York and can often be found either there or at concerts, rocking with the best of them. On the rare occasions she realizes she's no longer a spring chicken, you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.

Book preview

1

Colt stands naked, utterly frozen in the hallway of his apartment. With his cell phone pressed to his ear, he stares back at me, eyes wide with the same expression of shock that’s likely registering on my face. Before this moment, I would’ve run into his massive arms, and jumped his beautiful bones. After all, it was only mere hours ago that I finally professed my love and he reciprocated .

But he’s become the MC’s enemy.

A traitor.

His exact words replay in my head, slicing through my core, and chilling me to the bone. "…didn’t spend a year of my life infiltrating this goddamn MC to have it blow up in my fuckin’ face before the job

is

done

…"

As his gaze turns cynical, burning a hole through me, he licks his lips. I have to go. I’ll call back later, he tells the person he called ‘Grace’ before ending the call. Cell phone in one hand, open palm on the other, he lifts them slowly at his sides and takes a few small steps

my

way

.

What’d you hear, darlin?’ he asks, sounding nothing more than curious. How in the actual fuck can he act so calm when he knows I caught him lying?

My heart thuds furiously inside my chest, making it painful to breathe. He’s obviously not carrying a weapon as he’s stark naked, but he’s still ten times stronger than I am, and could take me down in a heartbeat despite my decent fighting skills. He was a Navy SEAL…or at least he told everyone he was, and even has a relevant tattoo on his back shoulder blade. Either that was another lie, or he’s capable of killing me with his bare hands.

I shuffle back away from him with my bottom lip quivering. Enough to know something about you isn’t right, I choke out, all at once feeling the burn of tears.

There’s no way I’ll let myself breakdown in this moment and act like some pathetic chick. Until Ranger convinced me to let myself cry on the side of the road the day before, I had done a stellar job of keeping my feelings at bay since my release from prison. Now it’s as if a can of feelings popped open and I’m a walking bundle of undisguised emotions. At a time when I need to be my strongest, I’m weak and susceptible. Damn Ranger.

"Who the fuck are you?" I demand.

Beautiful blue eyes lit with disappointment and pain, he shakes his head slowly, hands still raised. "Harley, I can explain. You have to

trust

me

."

"Trust you? I snarl, fists shaking at my sides. I told you I fucking love you! You made me open up my vulnerable side

for

you

!"

I’m the same person you fell in love with, I swear, he promises in a quiet, even voice, bringing his arms back down to his sides. "I only hid things to

protect

you

."

Instantly over the fear of what he’ll do to me, I charge at him. Are you the asshole who gave the heads-up that the MC was going to intercept that gun deal? Is that why you didn’t shoot back at them? I shove him as hard as I can, but he merely teeters for a moment, and doesn’t defend himself, so I shove him again more forcefully. "Are you working with my fucking brother?"

No to all questions, he answers in a neutral tone, arms rigid at his sides. It’s not what you think.

"Then why would you try to talk them out of going after those guns in Mexico, and why the fuck were you talking about betraying the MC? Tears stream down my face as I repeatedly pound his hard chest. Fucking answer me, you lying son of a bitch! Who are you? Why did you make me fall in fucking love

with

you

?"

When I strike the bandage covering his bullet wound, he flinches and pins my wrists between us. His cool gaze locks with mine before he calmly answers, "I’m working undercover for

the

ATF

."

Blanching, I become limp against him, unable to form a sentence.

ATF? He works for the Department of Justice. He’s basically a fucking cop. It’s even worse than I thought.

I sway on my feet and gasp for air, as suddenly it feels as if I can’t breathe.

Colt drags a chair to my side, and puts pressure on my shoulders until I plop onto the seat. Claiming the chair beside me, he scoots to the end of it, gripping my knees as if holding me captive. "They’d can my ass if they knew what I’m about to tell you, but I’m more worried about losin’ you than some

fuckin

’

job

."

I numbly stare back at him, briefly considering that this isn’t real, and this is just a horrific nightmare.

His eyelids flutter closed for a long beat, then reopen before he speaks again. "We’re not after the MC, Harley. We’ve been trackin’ the soldiers involved in that firearms deal, and have reason to believe your brother’s involved. Becomin’ a member of Inferno Glory was the best way to catch him red-handed. I was hopin’ to bust his sorry ass with this big deal, but he must’ve tipped

them

off

."

Flipping his wavy brown hair to one side, he grumbles. "Now I have to find a way to stop the MC from going to Mexico, because it would only turn into a bloodbath. The Federales are already on it, doin’ what they can to help us, but they aren’t gonna take kindly to a motorcycle gang gettin’ in the way. I don’t want to see them hurt any more than

you

do

."

My head swarms with his confession. Our relationship was founded on a lie. I take a long, deep breath, and wipe my wet face with the inside of my arm. "Does anyone else at the MC know what

you

are

?"

Head shaking, he says, "I’m not allowed to

tell

them

."

I bare my teeth. Ranger will tear your fucking heart out when he learns the truth.

His eyes avert to the floor as his shoulders drop. "You’re right. He’ll find out when this is all over with and I’m sure he’ll be upset, but you can’t tell him. Then his eyes return to mine. This information can’t go beyond you and me. I mean it, darlin.’"

Quit fucking calling me that! I snap, scooting my chair back until I’m out of his reach. "You’re a fraud, Colt! Is that even your real name? Do you really talk like that, or is darlin’ just a part of the act? Were you even a SEAL or was that bullshit too? Damn it! I should’ve known you were too perfect to

be

real

!"

I almost feel a pang of guilt for the wounded look he gives me. He rubs at a spot on his neck, shaking his head slowly. "I was