Made Killer: Bad Devils MC, #3

By Vivian Gray

Made Killer is book 3 and the finale of the Bad Devils MC trilogy!

What if a killer took you to bed?

I've had enough of bikers.
My scumbag father left us when I was just a baby.
But Race is dead-set on making me his…
And giving me a baby of my own.

RACE

I grew up in broken homes.
The child of drug addicts, I've seen the worst horrors life has to offer.
But I survived it all.
The abuse. The neglect. The pain. The suffering.

My scars and tattoos are a testament to what I've done to stay alive.
People know at first glance I've had trouble in my past.
And the Bad Devils MC patch on my kutte lets them I'll probably have more in my future.

But women can never resist a dangerous bad boy.
They flock to my side and beg me to own them for the night.

Except for Delilah.

She takes one look at me and tries to escape.
She can tell that this is not an act or a façade.
I'm a born killer.
And she knows that the best thing to do is run from me.

But I won't let that happen.
She's too precious, too pure, too beautiful for any other man but me.

We're both broken in our own unique ways.
But I'm determined to make her shatter for me.

And only for me.

DELILAH

I knew he was danger from the second I saw him.
But I just couldn't stay far enough away.
Race is relentless and savage.
He won't stop until I'm in his bed, moaning his name, pleading for more and more and more.

And even that won't be enough.

Because Race wants a family to replace the one he never had.
And in me, he's found his woman.
All that's left is for us to make a baby.

Whether I want it or not.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Feb 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386018544

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Made Killer: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bad Devils MC Book 3)

By Vivian Gray

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What if a killer took you to bed?

I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF bikers.

My scumbag father left us when I was just a baby.

But Race is dead-set on making me his...

And giving me a baby of my own.

RACE

I grew up in broken homes.

The child of drug addicts, I’ve seen the worst horrors life has to offer.

But I survived it all.

The abuse. The neglect. The pain. The suffering.

My scars and tattoos are a testament to what I’ve done to stay alive.

People know at first glance I’ve had trouble in my past.

And the Bad Devils MC patch on my kutte lets them I’ll probably have more in my future.

But women can never resist a dangerous bad boy.

They flock to my side and beg me to own them for the night.

Except for Delilah.

She takes one look at me and tries to escape.

She can tell that this is not an act or a façade.

I’m a born killer.

And she knows that the best thing to do is run from me.

But I won’t let that happen.

She’s too precious, too pure, too beautiful for any other man but me.

We’re both broken in our own unique ways.

But I’m determined to make her shatter for me.

And only for me.

DELILAH

I knew he was danger from the second I saw him.

But I just couldn’t stay far enough away.

Race is relentless and savage.

He won’t stop until I’m in his bed, moaning his name, pleading for more and more and more.

And even that won’t be enough.

Because Race wants a family to replace the one he never had.

And in me, he’s found his woman.

All that’s left is for us to make a baby.

Whether I want it or not.

Chapter 1

Delilah

My hands shake violently as I grasp onto the tiny white stick. I’ve seen these kinds of commercials before. The woman stares at the test. A minute passes, and then, she grins from ear to ear. Her husband joins her as they come together in a loving embrace. And the next thing you know, there’s a nursery painted in some non-gender-specific pastel color with a brand-new crib sitting in the middle of the room. Outside, the sun shines on the happy home, and the couple starts its happily ever after as a new family.

I look out the bathroom door to the rest of the empty apartment, and I know I won’t find anything close to that idyllic picture. For me, there will be no doting husband waiting anxiously by my side. The bedroom I share with Race can barely hold the queen-size bed and a dresser. There’s absolutely no room for a crib or a high chair, let alone the toys, the mounds of diapers, and other baby gear that piles up in my mind.

And there is no outdoor space for a child here. There isn’t even a space for a kid to play. Outside these doors is an open drug den and club bar where strippers regularly perform, and hookers cook dinner for the boys working the night shift.

This is not a place for a baby. It certainly isn’t a place for my baby. Or Race’s, for that matter, if it’s his.

If. No. No way. It’s definitely his. It has to be. He’s the only person I’ve been with in months, and he’s the only person I’ve let come inside of me without any extra protection. I thought the pill would protect me from this, but with all the changes going on in my life, I admit that I’ve missed a few days here and there. And there was that one week that I skipped altogether. Could it have been then?

I pull out the calendar on my phone as I desperately try to remember the last time I’ve had my period. I’ve been here for over three months now, but I slept with him that other night as well. I was always great at tracking my cycles so I could plan ahead, but the last mark was nearly four months ago. I can’t be that far along!

I gasp as I look at my stomach. It’s slightly paunchy, but it isn’t round or protruding. I’ve been eating like