Love & Loss: Jawa's Angels MC, #3

By Jennifer Ann

In the heart-stopping conclusion to Ranger & Kyla's story, no one is safe, and the MCs will be forced to deal with the loss of one of their most beloved members.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Ann
• Release date: Sep 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386864646

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.

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Love & Loss: Jawa’s Angels MC

Love & Loss: Jawa’s

Angels

MC

Book Three

Jennifer Ann

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Note from the author

Also by Jennifer Ann

The Secrets Between Us

ONE

Brooklyn Rockstar

ONE

About the Author

Acknowledgments

1

Ranger

Unbearable rage coils in my stomach, ready to strike like a cobra .

That fucker took

my

girl

.

But as much as I wanna let it out and bust free of this place, the drugs they pumped into me make it hard to move or even breathe. Brain groggy an’ body sore as hell, I struggle to process the words as they come outta Colt’s mouth. Somethin’ about Kyla bein’ takin’ right from underneath the watch of an FBI agent, and Joey’s little brother bein’ held hostage by Harley and the girls. The only thing I can say for certain is my Kyla was taken by her asshole of an ex when I fuckin’ promised no one would hurt her again.

It’s gonna be okay, brother, Colt promises, grippin’ my shoulder. I won’t let this end any other way. His eyes are hard an’ determined when they narrow. "Now that Harley let us in on what’s happenin’, me an’ the club are on it. We’re doin’ what we can to track that Joey

fucker

down

."

Ya gotta get me outta here, hoss, I rasp out, tryin’ to sit up. We both know that if you were in this situation, you wouldn’t lay around, waitin’ to see what happened to Harley.

His hold on my shoulder tightens. "You know I’d do anything to help you, brother, but the docs say you’re still in pretty rough shape. They’re waitin’ on the tests—don’t know yet what all happened to you in the blast…what kind of permanent damage it caused. Kyla’s gonna need you in one piece once we get

her

back

."

Com’on, Colt! Don’t treat me like a goddamned invalid! Teeth clenched through the bolt of pain crashin’ into my skull, I shake my head. "That sick fuck only took her to get even with me! Who knows what he’s doin’ to her! Either you find a way to help me, or I’ll do it myself! I fuckin’ love her, dammit!"

Colt lets out a long breath, holdin’ his head in his hands before mumblin’ to himself. Mac shuffles into the room behind him, her eyes red and puffy.

Sorry to interrupt, she says in as quiet of a voice as I’ve ever heard. "It’s just…I’ve been thinking extra hard about everything that happened since you woke up, and I…I think I might have an idea where Joey could’ve

taken

Kyla

."

Colt bolts up from the chair at my side. "

What

?

How

?"

Where? I demand.

She quickly crosses over to where I lay in the bed to take my hand. She looks ready to burst into tears when she meets my gaze. "I got to thinking about this Dahl guy—the FBI agent who was supposed to be watching over you when Joey came here and took her. He and I…uh…fooled around one day while he was guarding Colt. A keycard fell from his pocket while he was getting dressed. I picked it up, asked if that’s where I could find him if I was up for another hookup. He got really weird and snapped at me, said if I was smart that I’d keep my mouth shut about what happened. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but since Colt said there’s no sign of Joey at his family’s house, and Mario says his family isn’t one to slum it even when in hiding, I wondered if maybe Dahl knew where Joey was staying, and that card had something to do

with

it

."

Colt stands and grabs her arm. Tell us you saw the name of the hotel on the card, darlin’.

With a nod of her head, she whispers to him, The Moonlight.

I’ll round up the others, Colt tells me, whippin’ his phone from his back pocket. "We’ll find a way to bust you out of here, then we’re rescuin’

your

girl

."

As he’s runnin’ into the hallway, Mac’s waterin’ eyes return to mine. "I’m sorry I didn’t think of it sooner. I’m starting to get how much she means

to

you

."

Don’t waste your time bein’ sorry, I say, squeezing her hand. "Instead help me find this bastard and nail ‘em to

the

wall

."

A small smile presses to her lips and

she

nods

.

Knowin’ every minute wasted is another minute Kyla’s in grave danger, I almost lose my damn mind waitin’ for Colt and the rest of my brothers to return to the hospital as promised. But Colt’s a man of his word, and smuggles me out in a wheelchair against the doc’s orders.

Soon I’m in the back of a service van with all the women from Harley’s club and that prick’s punk of a brother. Colt, Buzz, Thunder, and Danny Boy lead the caravan on their bikes. Every bump in the road adds to the massive headache takin’ root in my head, but the heavy-duty narcotics Thunder slipped me at least make me comfortably numb enough to keep from

shoutin

’

out

.

The Mario kid sits across from me, hands tied together with rope, eyes fixed on the floor. He looks nothin’ like his big brother: