Devil at the Altar: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Cutthroat 99 MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

DEVIL AT THE ALTAR is book 3 and the finale of the Cutthroat 99 MC trilogy!

I’ll give her what she craves and take what I want.

The devils left her shattered and broken.

She needed a savior, but what she got was a monster.

A monster who wants to hear her plead.

A monster who will make her scream.

They stripped everything from her and took what little she had left.

She was left broken and hollow—with no-one else to turn to.

When I found out what the bastards did to her.

When I saw how the way they left her.

Something inside of me snapped.

She knew her share of monsters.

She knew men like me.

But I’ll be goddamned if I let her go.

Not before I tame her.

Not before I own her.

Not before I take what I want.

Again and again.

Until she’s mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386413981

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DEVIL AT THE ALTAR: Cutthroat 99 MC (Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

I’ll give her what she craves and take what I want.

THE DEVILS LEFT HER shattered and broken.

She needed a savior, but what she got was a monster.

A monster who wants to hear her plead.

A monster who will make her scream.

They stripped everything from her and took what little she had left.

She was left broken and hollow—with no-one else to turn to.

When I found out what the bastards did to her.

When I saw how the way they left her.

Something inside of me snapped.

She knew her share of monsters.

She knew men like me.

But I’ll be goddamned if I let her go.

Not before I tame her.

Not before I own her.

Not before I take what I want.

Again and again.

Until she’s mine.

CHAPTER ONE

D onna! You need to calm down! Cale said. There were cops everywhere trying to get a handle on the situation, and Donna’s histrionics weren’t helping.

"Don’t tell me to calm down! she screamed. You said you could protect us! You said we would be safe!"

You need to go, Randy said firmly.

Randy, Dix said, drawing him away. Cale wasn’t getting anywhere so he thought he’d try. Not that the Cutthroats had a leg to stand on. If someone had ridden up and shot up his house, he’d be pissed off, too. We’re doing the best we can. Rog took a bullet for you tonight. What else do you expect us to do?

I don’t know, but what you’re doing isn’t enough!

If you want to take your family and leave town for a few days, I understand. But if you knuckle under now, the Firechrome will know they’ve gotten to you. If they organized a hit, they have to be in town. We’ll find them.

You’ve been saying that for two fucking weeks!

Don’t you think I know that? Dix barked. We’ve been following up on every sighting that could even remotely be the Firechrome! He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. "Look, I know this shit isn’t supposed to happen in Douglas. But this is what it’s going to be like if the Firechrome move into town. You know that. So unless you plan on selling your house and relocating your business, you need to work with us on this."

You expect me to sit around and do nothing while thugs are shooting at my family?

I expect you to man the fuck up and help protect not only your family, but the families of your friends and neighbors. That’s what we’re trying to do!

Randy glared at Dix. What do you expect me to do?

Get your wife calmed down and have her stop making wild accusations to start with. I’ll talk to Cale. You’re obviously their prime target, so we’ll put an escort on you and your family. But we have to start locking your family down as much as possible. No more piano lessons and dance recitals until we get this problem resolved, okay? If Roger getting shot trying to protect you isn’t proof of our commitment, I don’t know what will be.

Randy glared at him a moment then sighed. Okay. I’ll talk to her. How is he?

I don’t know.

When you find out, let me know?

Dix slapped Randy on the back. You got it.

Let’s go, Dix said as he walked past Cale.

We need to—

"We need to go!" Dix said, talking over him.

Cale followed Dix out to the curb. What the hell’s your problem, Dix?

Look, Randy’s scared, Donna’s scared, and Libby and Melissa are scared. How would you like it if someone came by your house in the middle of the night and shot it full of holes? I talked to Randy and he’ll come around, but not with us in there stirring up the shit with his wife.

"Goddamnit, this isn’t our fault! What does he expect from us! Roger got shot because of them!" Cale snarled.

"I know it, and Randy knows it, and Donna probably knows it, too. But they need time to calm down before they’ll see that, and you trying to convince them everything is going to be okay is only pissing everyone off because it not fucking okay!"

Don’t you think I fucking know that? Cale yelled, getting into Dix’s face, before backing off. Sorry, brother. It’s not your fault either. We’re overmatched here and I don’t know what to do. They have unlimited resources compared to us and they have us on the defensive. We don’t know when, where, or how they’ll hit next.

This will wake up the cops, Dix said. Maybe they’ll start taking us a little more seriously now.

The Firechrome are turning us into the bad guys, Cale growled, and I don’t know how to stop it.

I know, but we better figure out something, and fast, before somebody breaks. Once that happens, and they get a toehold, we’re going to be in a world of shit.

AFTER DIX RETURNED in the wee hours of the morning she hadn’t gone back to sleep. Leo’s call last night had upset her to the point she’d slept little, and after he went to sleep, she spent the rest of the morning, sitting in the dark, thinking. She knew Dix and the Cutthroats were trying, but it was time for her to step up. Dix had told her to believe in herself and act when the opportunity presented itself. As she heard the alarm beeping in the bedroom she made up her mind. If she were going to get Riley back, it was up to her.

While Dix and James worked, she drove into Douglas and bought a prepaid phone, then sat in her car as she called Leo. She knew what she was doing was stupid, but she had to see Riley and this appeared to be the only way.

She did as Leo asked, and begged to come back to him, playing her part to the hilt. He’d agreed to meet her, but she was to come alone, he’d be watching, and he’d call her on the way and tell her where they were meeting.

She’d just crossed the Siuslaw River Bridge when her phone rang. Turn into the motel on your left then stop in front of the office, Leo said then hung up. She barely had time to slow and make her turn. She did as instructed and a moment later, Leo rode up.

Nice car, he sneered as she rolled down her window.

Is he here?

Phone, he ordered holding out his hand. He took it then threw into traffic.

I just bought that, you asshole!

Follow me, he said as he moved off.

She followed him as he wound and weaved through town before arriving at a slightly seedy motel on the west side of town. As he dismounted she stepped out of her car.

Give me a kiss, he ordered and she did as he demanded, though the feel of his tongue in her mouth was almost enough to make her gag.

He opened the door and Riley was there, alone, lying on the bed watching cartoons. You left him alone in the room? Are you stupid? she cried as she moved to Riley.

He’s fine, he said waving off her concerns.

He smiled when he saw her, but he wasn’t his normal boisterous five-year-old self. Mommy!

Leo, he’s burning up! she said as hugged him.

It’s just a cold.

I don’t feel so good, Riley said then barked out a wet sounding cough.

I know, baby. Leo, we need to get him to a doctor.

I’m not taking him to the fucking doctor over a fucking cold.

This is more than a cold, Leo!

He gave