Chaos: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Los Desperados MC, #2

By Kara Parker

Chaos is book 2 of the Los Desperados MC​ trilogy. Book 3, Mayhem, is available everywhere now!

I can’t trust her, but that doesn’t mean I’m keeping my hands off her.

I don’t take no for an answer, and I get things done—whatever it takes. 
So when our latest heist lands us the best runner from our rival club, it’s up to me to pry the words out of her mouth.

Easier said than done.

She’s a maniac on the road and a bigger freak between the sheets. 
With lips begging to be kissed and curves screaming to be tamed.

She thinks she can beat me, she thinks she can lie.
But she better get in line, because if she doesn’t…

… I’ve got orders to put a bullet between her eyes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jan 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540123725

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CHAOS: Los Desperados MC (Book 2)

By Kara Parker

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I CAN’T TRUST HER, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M KEEPING MY HANDS OFF HER.

I DON’T TAKE NO FOR an answer, and I get things done—whatever it takes.

So when our latest heist lands us the best runner from our rival club, it’s up to me to pry the words out of her mouth.

Easier said than done.

She’s a maniac on the road and a bigger freak between the sheets.

With lips begging to be kissed and curves screaming to be tamed.

She thinks she can beat me, she thinks she can lie.

But she better get in line, because if she doesn’t...

... I’ve got orders to put a bullet between her eyes.

Chapter 1

There was something ringing loudly. It was the only sound I could hear, an incessant ringing that pounded through my ears and then through my head and drowned out every other noise. It was deafening and horrible and for a moment that felt like an eternity it was the only thing I was aware of. I was shrouded in darkness and I couldn’t move and the only thing that existed was the incessant ringing. I knew that something horrible had happened and that I needed to get up and help or fight; I needed to do something.

In a rush everything came back to me. Breakfast with Los Desperados and then the arrival of The Bandits and then the explosion, and now the darkness. I finally managed to open my eyes and I blinked into the bright light, trying to figure out where I was. I saw the ceiling of the Los Desperados’ headquarters above me and there was an overturned table next to me. But everything else was a fuzzy blur. The explosion must have thrown me across the room. I struggled to move, but I was too weak to get very far. My mind might have been ready for a fight, but my body was lagging behind.

And then pain was added to the ringing. My head was pounding. There was a throbbing pain in both of my temples and I could feel wetness on my neck. My vision still wasn’t clear and I couldn’t see anything. The world I could see was fuzzy and unclear, everything just a vague outline on the light and I could barely discern one shape from another.

I began to panic that something had happened to me. Had I gone blind in the explosion? Struggling to sit up, I realized the fuzziness wasn’t because of my eyes; it was the state of the world. I looked around and saw that an entire wall was gone. There was a huge hole in Los Desperados’ headquarters. The hole was surrounded by rubble, split two-by-fours, and the remnants of sheetrock. Past the rubble was the outside world and through the haze I could see crystal clear blue skies and white puffy clouds.

Move!

Get down!

Where’s Marco?

Daniela!

The ringing in my head was clearing and I could finally hear what was going on around me. I was in the middle of a fight. People around me were struggling to their feet and stumbling through the chaos. Men and women were scrambling over the rubble and through the smoke, searching for boyfriends and girlfriends. Men were screaming out orders to each other and arming their weapons. In one corner a man was passing guns to those who could still walk and Los Desperados were creating a barricade on our side of the hole. Next to me Rick stood shakily to his feet and shook the dust out of his hair. There was a cut on his head and blood was pouring from it endlessly. Rick kept wiping it away with the back of his hand, but it wasn't helping. His shirt was stained a deep red.

He needs to put pressure on that I thought to myself and then I remembered the wetness I could feel under my ear. I reached up and my hand came away stained red with blood. Blindly with my fingers I felt for the source and it led to my ears, blood streaming out from them making me realize my eardrums had ruptured – an injury that wasn’t too serious and helped to explain the ringing.

Rick glanced at me as he passed, and there was something in his expression, anger or frustration maybe, but he ignored me and instead he reached down and helped David to his feet. Together, supporting each other, they both limped off to the man who was handing out the guns and I was alone in the chaos.

Where was Julian? Was he all right? I looked around, but moving my head too quickly made me dizzy and I had to stop. Looking around, I couldn’t see Julian in the rubble and all I could do was hope he made it to safety.

I had managed to sit up, but the movements made me feel sick and I still didn’t feel like I could stand up. My legs and arms were shaking uncontrollably, but I knew I had to get up. I couldn’t stay in the middle of a fight. As I struggled to stand I had a perfect view of the hole in the wall. I could see the Bandits as they moved on the other side and I knew what they were doing.

Get down! I screamed. I don’t know why I did it; I guess I just didn’t want to see anyone die over me. Get down. Everybody, down! I screamed again as I hit the floor and covered my head while bullets poured into the room. The sound of bullets whizzing into the building and hitting wood and metal and people filled my ears. I had never actually been on an attack with The Bandits. I was a driver, not a soldier. But I had seen them plan it and I knew how they went down.

The Bandits would create an entrance. They couldn’t use the door; that would create a bottleneck and it would be too easy for Los Desperados to block them and pick them off as they tried to get inside. So instead The Bandits blew a big old hole in the wall. A hole was a lot harder to defend than a door and it was big enough that a lot of men could get through at once. Now they were creating cover for the infiltration; that was what all the shooting was for. They weren’t aiming at anyone, just making sure Los Desperados couldn’t shoot at The Bandits as they entered the clubhouse. The Bandits were behind cars and around corners and on a signal they would all start shooting so the advanced guard could make their way in.

I could see them. My brothers in The Bandits, their faces covered in black bandanas while they came over the rubble and made their way into Los Desperados’ headquarters. The hail of bullets stopped – it had to or The Bandits would risk hitting their own and the advanced guard had done their job. They were inside the headquarters, protected by broken chairs and piles of rubble. Around and in front of The Bandits I could see fallen and bloodied bodies and my heart stopped in my chest. Were they Bandits or Los Desperados, and which one did I want the dead men to be?

I hadn’t wanted this. I hadn’t wanted any of this and at that moment I hated Julian. If only he had let me go when I had tried to escape, if he had let me return to The Bandits I could have stopped all of this. Or I could have at least tried. Now people were dying and it was all because of me.

Where was Julian? He was so

Reviews for Chaos

[frances aguilar · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Excellent book ! Deeply emotional ! Great series to read if you like the highs of action and emotional impact of the club has on its own.