Beg for Him: Death Valley MC, #1

By Evelyn Glass

Beg for Him is book 1 of the Death Valley MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Beg for More and Beg Forever are available everywhere now!

A broken-down life going nowhere.

A gun and rough hands pressed against my back.

And his harsh voice with a proposal to die for…

SIERRA

Life was one unending struggle and there was no little hope of being saved.

I had no prospects of getting out of lawless rural Nevada.

Until Colt showed up, took me, and never looked back.

He makes me feel like no other man has.

His hands leave me begging for more.

And when I couldn’t take anymore

That’s when his strong arms pull me into him.

His hard voice echoing that same word over and over.

“MINE.”

COLT

I took her by force.

I thought I’d leave her like all the others I’ve left behind.

But somehow, Sierra got me to stay.

And that’s when all my troubles started.

That’s when I had to choose:

Stand by my woman, or leave her for my brothers.

Time is running out and she’s in line to become the next victim.

All because of me.

I want to keep her, I have to come to terms with my present, bury my past, and find a way for my future.

Our future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386643333

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BEG FOR HIM: Death Valley MC (Book 1)

By Evelyn Glass

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A BROKEN-DOWN LIFE going nowhere.

A gun and rough hands pressed against my back.

And his harsh voice with a proposal to die for...

SIERRA

Life was one unending struggle and there was no little hope of being saved.

I had no prospects of getting out of lawless rural Nevada.

Until Colt showed up, took me, and never looked back.

He makes me feel like no other man has.

His hands leave me begging for more.

And when I couldn’t take anymore

That’s when his strong arms pull me into him.

His hard voice echoing that same word over and over.

MINE.

COLT

I took her by force.

I thought I’d leave her like all the others I’ve left behind.

But somehow, Sierra got me to stay.

And that’s when all my troubles started.

That’s when I had to choose:

Stand by my woman, or leave her for my brothers.

Time is running out and she’s in line to become the next victim.

All because of me.

I want to keep her, I have to come to terms with my present, bury my past, and find a way for my future.

Our future.

Chapter One

SIERRA MORA’S EYES rolled in her head like a frightened deer as the Glock 26 pressed under her jaw.

Drop it, the man pressing his weapon to her jaw said calmly, as if directing a child to put down a rock.

Can’t do it, Son, the other man said, his weapon out and pointed at them. Chief Phelps, the lone lawman in Gallup Nevada, may be nearly seventy, but his gun was steady as he stood in his shooter’s crouch.

What the fuck is he doing back here? another of the five men snarled. All their weapons were out and pointed at the lawman, save the man holding her. He’s already fucking been here! He was here and gone an hour ago!

Yeah, well, sorry to bust up your little party boys, but let Sierra go and nobody has to get hurt, Phelps said, his voice calm and reassuring. Wenton Phelps had retired from the Barstow PD several years before, but decided retirement didn’t suit him. Gallup was looking for a new chief of police and he decided that being the lone peace officer in a one-horse town sounded like just the job for him. Thirty-two years on the Barstow police department and he’d never once drawn his weapon in anger and, now, on the job in Gallup fucking Nevada less than two years and he was in a standoff with five gunmen with a hostage. What a fucking way to die, he said to himself.

I don’t know! Just get the fucking money! the man snarled, tightening his grip on Sierra. This is so fucked up! It wasn’t supposed to be this way! The Death Valley Motorcycle Club had been staking out the grocery for a week, watching for patterns. The store was busy in the morning and then later in the afternoon, but there was a lull in the middle of the day. The cop always showed up about eleven-thirty, never later than twelve, and left fifteen minutes later with a sandwich and a drink. That was their window, after the cop left, when there would be the fewest witnesses and the greatest likelihood of success. But today, of all days, the fucking cop had to forget something causing him to return unexpectedly.

What are we going to do here, Boss? another man asked, being careful not to call Colt by his name. They had stripped themselves of their colors, pulled pantyhose over their heads to disguise their faces, and were wearing surgical gloves. They would leave no physical evidence, but a first name was a clue to their identity. There was nothing to link them to the DVMC, so long as they could get out of there.

Just get the money, Colt said over his shoulder. We stick to the plan.

Looks like your plan is busted, Son. Just put your weapon down. Phelps said his voice low and steady. The last thing he wanted was to escalate the situation by being overly aggressive in a hostage situation. That only gets people killed.

The way I see it, Bacon, is there are five of us and one of you. Plus, there are some innocent people in here. I never intended to hurt these people, and I know you don’t want to see them hurt. So what we’re going to do is take what we came for and you’re going to put your gun down and let us walk out.

Not going to happen, Phelps replied, his voice still slow and non-threatening.

Sure it is, Colt said confidently, buying time for the guys to get the money from the safe in the back. Otherwise you are going to be responsible for a lot of bloodshed. Maybe you don’t care if you get shot, dying the hero and all, but if shooting starts, can you guarantee somebody else isn’t going to get hurt? What about Chiquita here? You think you can pick me off before I blow her head off?

Sierra whimpered in fear but stood perfectly still, her hands gripping the arm around her neck in terror.

Phelps licked his lips, the only outward sign of the stress he was feeling. He was in a bad spot, that much was sure. He could call for backup, but it might be twenty minutes or more before County arrived. There was no way this standoff would last that long. Look, Son, you don’t want to do this. Murder is a bad rap.

I’m not going to murder anyone, not so long as you cooperate. Hurry the fuck up! he roared to his men.

She won’t open the safe! a voice called from the back.

Then shoot her in the knee!

Never mind, the voice called again. She had a change of heart.

This is almost over, Colt said to Phelps again. "All you have to do is let us walk out. This place is probably insured. What better witness than the Chief of Police? Do the smart thing. Be a hero... a live hero."

Wenton, please, Sierra whimpered. They’ll kill us all.

Phelps licked his lips again. He liked Sierra. She was sweet and hardworking, not to mention gorgeous, and he didn’t want to see anything happen to her. I can’t let them take you, Sierra, Phelps said softly. I couldn’t live with myself if I let them walk out and something happens to you.

Nothing’s going to happen to her, Wenton, is it? Once we are out of town I’ll let her go.

Why should I believe you? Phelps asked.

Because, as you said, murder is a bad rap. I don’t need that kind of heat coming down on our heads. Rape either. But if we start shooting the place up, I might as well kill everyone and take my chances, right? No witnesses that way. But it doesn’t have to go down like that.

Colt looked away as the two men returned from the back, a plastic grocery bag bulging with money. Clean out the registers, he ordered. Chief, we’re almost done here. It’s time to make up your mind.

Wenton, please. Just let them go, Sierra begged again.

What about you?

They said they wouldn’t hurt me. You have your wife and kids, and grandkids! Think about them! Please, Wenton! Don’t make them hurt me!

Phelps licked his lips again. His thoughts had been spinning, trying to think of a way out, of a way to save Sierra and stop the robbery, but everything he came up with ended in either a bloody shoot-out... or letting them walk away.

You won’t hurt her?

Colt smiled. You have my word as a gentleman thief. As soon as we are out of town I will dump her on the side of the road and she can walk back.

It stuck in his craw, but Phelps finally raised his weapon and put his hands up in surrender. The other man, the one who had stayed with Colt to keep his weapon on the Chief, quickly stepped forward and took his service revolver. Phelps flinched as the man snatched his weapon from his hand, expecting the thug to at least smack him around a little.

Relax, Chief, the man said as he took the weapon. You made the right decision.

Another of the men appeared from the hardware aisle with a big role of duct tape, slitting open the package with his knife. Let’s go. You’re almost out of this.

Let me go, please! Sierra begged. You don’t need me anymore. Please, let me go. You can tie me up in the back with Wenton and Barbara. Please!

Sierra, is it? Colt asked, loosening his grip on the woman and pulling the weapon from under her chin. He’d never killed anyone before and he was glad he didn’t have to today. Especially someone who looked like this woman. That would have been a tragic waste.

Yes. Please, let me go!

Can’t do it, Sierra, not yet. Sorry. But I won’t hurt you, I promise. This is fucked up and I want a little extra insurance until we get out of town. Just in case.

Sierra swallowed hard. For a man who a moment ago held a gun to her head, he didn’t act like he wanted to hurt her. When Chief Phelps had shown up, she was certain they were all going to die in a hail