Payback Baby: An MC Romance: Venom Brothers MC, #1

By APRIL LUST

Payback Baby is book 1 of the Venom Brothers MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Payback Wife and Payback Ride are available everywhere now!

THE SWEETEST PAYBACK IS PUTTING MY BABY IN HER BELLY.

Second chances aren't always happy reunions.
My ex never should have come back.
But she did, and she screwed with the wrong guy.
It's time for revenge – the best way I know how.

Once upon a time, Jasmine meant something to me.
Not anymore.

If she thought she could have the final say, she thought real f**kin' wrong.
Because I won't tolerate what she did to me and my men.
I won't let her win.

I'm gonna get my hands on her again.
And when I do, there's gonna be hell to pay.

She's gonna have to beg for my mercy.
Plead for my forgiveness.
But no matter what she does…
No matter what she says…

One thing is gonna happen for sure.
This won't end until I put my baby in her belly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Aug 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386865957

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PAYBACK BABY: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Venom Brothers MC Book 1)

By April Lust

THE SWEETEST PAYBACK IS PUTTING MY BABY IN HER BELLY.

SECOND CHANCES AREN’T always happy reunions.

My ex never should have come back.

But she did, and she screwed with the wrong guy.

It’s time for revenge – the best way I know how.

Once upon a time, Jasmine meant something to me.

Not anymore.

If she thought she could have the final say, she thought real f**kin’ wrong.

Because I won’t tolerate what she did to me and my men.

I won’t let her win.

I’m gonna get my hands on her again.

And when I do, there’s gonna be hell to pay.

She’s gonna have to beg for my mercy.

Plead for my forgiveness.

But no matter what she does...

No matter what she says...

One thing is gonna happen for sure.

This won’t end until I put my baby in her belly.

Chapter One

Two Weeks Ago

Jasmine

Iran a hand through my dark hair and looked around the room. This night, the thirteenth of October, was something special. This was the anniversary of the day my motorcycle club became a real, legit business. And tonight, my girls and I were going to celebrate like we owned the place.

This is incredible, Roni said. She sidled up next to me and took a long sip of tequila from a glass clutched in her hand. Can you believe it, Leslie?

I shook my head, but I couldn’t help grinning. I know, I replied. It’s fucking amazing, and I couldn’t have done it without you.

Roni grinned back. She was my oldest friend among the girls, the person I trusted the most in the world. Years ago, when everything had really started going downhill for me, Roni was the one who’d picked me back up and made things okay again. I owed my life to her, and only her. I hadn't trusted her at first – she'd always had a bad reputation around town. But after I got to know her, I realized that her critics were just jealous. Either that or they couldn't stand the idea of a woman biker. Roni was the strongest fighter of the group, someone who really deserved the patches she wore.

You should be proud, Roni said. She pulled me closer and bumped her hip against mine. We both exploded into giggles like a couple of college girls.

I am, I admitted. But I want to grow the club, you know? I really want to make things happen for us. I sighed. A few years ago, we were just another MC trying to carve out our place in the world. But now, Roni, we can take over the whole fuckin’ city. I grinned. The windows were open and the cool fall Los Angeles air was streaming in. I loved the city; it was anonymous, it was dark, and most of all, it was powerful. And tonight, it felt like we owned the damn place.

Looking around at my girls, I was filled with a sense of pride. This was a real club, a real sisterhood. None of that backstabbing shit that went along with being in an MC. These girls were likely family, and it was my duty to protect every single one of them. I loved being president, and I’d defend my role with my life. It wasn’t enough to keep my girls alive and well-moneyed—I wanted to make a real mark. I wanted to show all those goddamn men out there that I was just as tough as they were.

Boss, Roni said, leaning down close. Look, Taylor just got here.

I watched as Taylor, one of the newest members, slunk into the room. Her shiny brown hair was loose and draped over one shoulder. Taylor was still new; her eyes bugged out every time she saw a gun, and she had porcelain skin that hadn’t yet acquired the perma-tan from riding out on the road. But she was tough, feisty, and smart—a combination I liked in all my girls. Taylor was good, she wouldn’t fuck up. She wouldn’t get us into trouble.

Hey, I said as Taylor strolled over and thrust a bottle of aged bourbon into my waiting hands. How’re things?

Taylor sighed. She looked nervous all of a sudden, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and glancing around the room. I don’t know, she said, wrinkling her nose. I know this sounds kinds of weird, but I think someone may have followed me here.

Roni laughed—a deep, rumbling sound. Ain’t no one getting in our clubhouse, she said defensively, sucking her big front teeth. Want me to go outside and take a look?

I thought about it. Sure, Taylor was a scaredy-cat. But Roni knew what she was doing, and I realized that other clubs probably knew tonight was our anniversary. Our guard was down, we were partying hard. It wouldn’t be the worst time to strike an offensive.

Yeah, I said after a beat. Go check it out. Want someone to go with you?

Roni grinned at me and reached down, patting the gun she kept at her waist at all times. I already got someone, boss, she said, nodding towards the gun. Don’t you worry about me.

I watched Roni swagger out of the room with the confidence of a hundred women. Someday, Roni would be the leader of this MC. That was what she wanted; with her fierce expressions, fiery eyes, and attitude that wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was okay with that, but I was glad that she kept me in my place for now. I loved being the president. Someday, I’d retire. Roni was younger than me and hadn’t been around for as long. We’d met a long time ago, but I hadn’t trusted her until she’d come to my aid after my parents were first killed. But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in worldliness. I hadn’t ever had a second-in-command as dedicated or as tough, and that was in all my years of biking.

So, Taylor said softly. She stepped closer. You know, there was actually something I was hoping to talk to you about.

I held up my hand. Later, I said. My senses were tingling and I was on high alert. Until Roni came back and declared the outside a safe place, I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to have any conversation.

Taylor was...interesting. She was the daughter of a former MC kingpin, and although she’d grown up around bikers her entire life, she hadn’t exactly learned their tactics. It was still obviously foreign territory for Taylor—a girl, not yet a