Dirty as Sin (Book 1): Renegade Devils MC, #1

By APRIL LUST

This is book 1 of the Renegade Devils MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

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: 9781393808107

Book preview

Dirty as Sin: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Renegade Devils MC) (Book 1)

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

Bella Russo – Head of the Russo Crime Family

When I finally say I love you to any man and really mean it, it will be like a defeated general who's lost all his troops, surrendering and handing his sword to the enemy.

Why am I thinking of that quote here? Now? In a club, where I’m looking for something to take my mind off things? Off my family, the Russos, and our business – which are pretty much the same thing these days.

I read War and Peace years ago, and right now, all I’m looking for is one night of forgetting.

I let the fishing hook of my gaze slide around the room, pause on a few possibilities. A minnow of a boy with a tangle of hair and a confident smirk. Maybe. Then there’s a goldfish slinking around the dance floor, all hip thrusts and gyrations. Or even the whale of a man at the end of the bar, a tall and broad beast.

They’re all eyeing me hungrily, and I can’t blame them. This dress, this front-zippered, red-velvet-tits-to-ass dress was made for sex, and that’s what I bought it for.

I stride to the bathroom, giving each of the men a moment of my glance in turn. I’ll think about who to choose while I check my hair. They all look like good prospects – but tonight, I don’t want good; I want great. Who knows the next time I’ll get away from my family again. Even escaping to this bar, which is a five-minute walk away, wasn’t easy. I had to wait hours until Emilio finally left the house.

As I brush my hair with long pleasing strokes, I glare at the smile working its way onto my face.

How did I let it get to this point? To the point where I’m so cooped up in our stupid old house that I relish even getting out to a public washroom?

My brush hits a snag in my hair, and I yank down, but the snag holds. Stuck here, the questions attack me:

How long will Papa be sick?

How long am I going to have to be in charge?

How long am I going to have to hide so that no one knows that I’m Bella, momentarily in charge of the infamous Russo family?

The brush’s bristles wrench through the hair tangle and the answers tumble down:

Probably not much longer now.

He’s a fighter, Papa Russo.

He’ll be better in no time.

So, I’ll be free soon. Until now, I’ve only had to keep business running as usual, not a big deal, except...

I glance up then away, away from the horror already manifesting itself on my face. Emilio tried to keep it from me, as it were; I only found out by accident. And yet, I can’t seem to get it out of my head what that sick bastard Gerrard let slip.

I tuck my brush in my bag and stride out of the bathroom.

That’s enough hair-brushing and soul-searching for now. Now, I’m ready for some good old forgetting.

No sooner have I sat down at the bar then the minnow slides up beside me.

You’re beautiful. What do you drink? he asks.

Sex on the beach, I reply.

He grins, thinking he knows exactly what I mean.

Really, though, I like my alcohol tasteless, like an extra yummy juice.

Just how you like the family business – reaping its rewards while ignorant of what is really going on, a voice in my head says.

When the drink is set before me, I down it in one gulp.

Whoa, the minnow says, you must be really thirsty.

I stare into his eyes, smile, and purr, You have no idea.

A drinker. I like that, the goldfish says in a heavily-accented voice, putting another Sex on the Beach on my other side.

I let my smile slide over to him, take the straw