Dirty as Sin (Book 3): Renegade Devils MC, #3

By APRIL LUST

This is book 3 and the finale of the Renegade Devils MC trilogy!

Our sinful secrets might destroy us.

He's a very bad man.

The thing is, I'm not such a good girl myself.

We mix about as well as oil and water…

And the secrets we're each hiding are about to set the whole mess on fire.

BELLA

I told myself I shouldn't.

I told myself I wouldn't.

But then… I did it anyways.

The outlaw biker was just too hot to resist.

Too powerful and dominant.

Too handsome and cruel.

I wanted to see what those hands could do to my forbidden body.

And even though it risked annihilating the fragile peace that held my family and his motorcycle club in check…

I went to bed with the beast.

The stakes are too high to keep going.

But the nights in his arms are too good to stop.

It's only when he finds out my hidden truths that all hell breaks loose.

Because once he discovers who I really am, a new task falls on my plate.

I have to kill the man who I'm just starting to love.

JAX

She was only meant to be a one night stand.

But there was no way I was leaving something that good behind.

I don't know who she is, but I'm determined to find out.

I don't care that I don't have time for her.

I'll make time.

Even though my sister is missing and my club desperately needs my guidance…

I can't stop wanting to sin again and again with the mystery girl.

But it doesn't take long for things to spiral out of control.

Secrets coming to the surface that might destroy the worlds we were born to protect.

Betrayals brewing that will test everything we've ever known.

And, worst of all…

A baby in her belly that was never, ever meant to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393098379

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Dirty as Sin: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Renegade Devils MC) (Book 3)

By April Lust

Our sinful secrets might destroy us.

HE’S A VERY BAD MAN.

The thing is, I’m not such a good girl myself.

We mix about as well as oil and water...

And the secrets we’re each hiding are about to set the whole mess on fire.

BELLA

I told myself I shouldn’t.

I told myself I wouldn’t.

But then... I did it anyways.

The outlaw biker was just too hot to resist.

Too powerful and dominant.

Too handsome and cruel.

I wanted to see what those hands could do to my forbidden body.

And even though it risked annihilating the fragile peace that held my family and his motorcycle club in check...

I went to bed with the beast.

The stakes are too high to keep going.

But the nights in his arms are too good to stop.

It’s only when he finds out my hidden truths that all hell breaks loose.

Because once he discovers who I really am, a new task falls on my plate.

I have to kill the man who I’m just starting to love.

JAX

She was only meant to be a one night stand.

But there was no way I was leaving something that good behind.

I don’t know who she is, but I’m determined to find out.

I don’t care that I don’t have time for her.

I’ll make time.

Even though my sister is missing and my club desperately needs my guidance...

I can’t stop wanting to sin again and again with the mystery girl.

But it doesn’t take long for things to spiral out of control.

Secrets coming to the surface that might destroy the worlds we were born to protect.

Betrayals brewing that will test everything we’ve ever known.

And, worst of all...

A baby in her belly that was never, ever meant to be.

Chapter One

Jax

When I wake up, I’m more than awake, I’m electrified. As soon as I realize that I’m conscious, I get up, get to work.

Breakfast is bacon and eggs that’s been warming in the oven. I told Betty not to come in this morning. I don’t want any distractions. I need to be on my A-game.

In the bathroom, I smile at myself. Now, today, finally, it’s the day. The past few days have been intolerable – waiting, planning and more waiting, getting the vans in order, dismissing Whitey’s stupid suggestions. Any longer and the next funeral would be mine.

After I brush my teeth, I whisper, This one’s for you, Mama.

Really, now that I know what the Russos pulled with Sarah – kidnapping my innocent sister – I have no more doubt that they were the ones who shot Momma. They’ve never admitted it, but really, I’ve known all along. Who else would it have been?

And now, finally, they are going to get what’s coming to them.

I put on my clothes slowly, leisurely: white Calvin Klein boxers, ivory Ralph Lauren jeans, snow Ted Baker button-up. I survey myself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. Something tells me that after today my clothes aren’t going to be so white anymore.

I go to my safe, put in the code and take it out. My white Glock. The White Lady. The boys are gonna just love this. It’s not every day that I bring my white gun into battle.

I step closer to the mirror and spread my arms. Let them shoot at me. There’s a good inch of bulletproof material underneath this white button-up, same goes for my white jeans. Even my white shoes are bulletproof. If the Russos wanna take me out, they’ll have to go for my head or not bother.

I put a small picture of Sarah in my pocket. In case there’s someone that needs to be questioned.

I put a knife in my other pocket, in case someone needs convincing.

I don’t like to waste bullets on convincing. Today, I may just need every last one.

I don’t check my phone.

I know Bella texted me, but I still don’t know what. I haven’t looked and I won’t. Not until this is over. I can’t have any distractions. I have to get Sarah out of there. I have to save my sister, or everything is pointless.

Downstairs, Whitey and Brax are in my black swivel chairs, spinning around. I didn’t call them, but I didn’t need to. I said, My place at 10:00 am, and it’s 10:00 am.

They whistle as I walk in. They’re in all black and seem to blend into the apartment, this pure black room: black marble floors and walls, black leather seats, black velvet curtains. As Sarah liked to say the black on black on black room. I’ve always loved the shock I made when I caught myself in a mirror, the gleaming white beacon amidst so much black.

You ready? I ask them.

Fuck yes! Whitey answers, leaping up. Even his spikes have been slicked back, as if knowing instinctively that today is the kind of day that destroys even hair spikes.

Oh, am I ready, Brax says, then gives me a significant look. But is she ready?

I pick my white leather jacket up off the coat and put it on.

I open the fridge. There, in the meat compartment, there she is. Our weapon of sweet, sweet vengeance.

Medusa is what Brax is calling her these days – the cords and switchboards that are the bombs we’re going to blow the Russos back to hell with. Medusa is a fitting name given the context: take out those Russo snakes with the Queen of Snakes.

Brax clasps his creation, Whitey grabs an apple, and we tuck it all in our wheeled suitcases, and we’re off.

The elevator is there before we are, and everyone we encounter, whose gazes follow us long as we pass, all of them know. Even the slick bald nod of a desk boy knows. There is no resisting. What we will do today is inevitable. Success isn’t a question of if but when.

Outside, the long line of vans forms a conspicuous brigade in front of my apartment building. Not regular Lionel boarders, that’s for sure. Not regular boarders at all. All white, the stereotypical white van that, in this case, are for purposes just as sketchy as they look.

The first seven vans have around fifty or so Renegade Devils tucked snuggly inside, the second-last van is where we pack Medusa.

Finally, as we approach our van, the last one, Whitey takes a bite of his apple. Whitey. Who’s still supposed to be in the hospital.

What the hell are you doing here, eh? I ask him, irritated with myself for just noticing now.

Mid-bite, he shrugs. Was more interesting than sitting through one of those hospital check-ups.

I shake my head. No. No way. You get the hell out of here. You aren’t well enough to fight.

My phone rings. It’s Trip.

The Russos just arrived at the funeral, boss.

Great. See any guy that might be the honcho?

No, doesn’t look like it, but I don’t know if they’ve all arrived yet.

Ok, great, thanks, Trip. Keep me posted.

Will do, boss.

I hang up and look on the long line of vans, my weapons of mass destruction, all waiting for my command. None of this seems real I’ve been waiting for it for so long.

When I come to, I check my phone: already five minutes have passed since I talked to Trip, five minutes that I’ve been standing here, reveling in what’s to come. This plan won’t be real if I keep on standing here thinking about it. It’s time to act.

I go to the first van and give it a thumbs-up. As it takes off, I do the same to the next, then the next. Until only the final van and Brax, Whitey and I are left.

Brax gets in the driver’s seat, and I get in the passenger’s seat. As Whitey goes to open the back door, I press the lock button. He yanks the handle uselessly, then turns to the front with a dismayed face.

Through the door, we can just make out his moan, Boss, c’mon, please.

I open the window a crack, shake my head, smile, and wave. Bye, Whitey. We’ll send you pics.

As Brax pulls away from the curb and down the street, Whitey stays stock-still, his face a drooping mask of dismay.

Kinda harsh, Brax comments, with a glance in the rearview mirror at Whitey’s rapidly diminishing form.

I’ve put him in enough danger already. Not this time, I say.

The traffic is much worse than expected. With each passing minute, I can see the vein in Brax’s temple throbbing more.

We’ll get there in time, I tell him, though I’m not sure who I’m saying it for. I feel like getting out of the car and striding across the tops of these cars, this hood to bumper line of cars. Or just driving over them, crushing over them like tanks. We don’t have time for this.

Boss, how’s it going? Trip asks me over the headset I put on a few minutes ago.

I grin. I was starting to worry it wasn’t working. Thank God for Bluetooth. Traffic, we’re almost there.

When