Hellfire (Book 3): Lions MC, #3

By APRIL LUST

This is book 3 and the finale of the Lions MC trilogy!

The wedding is fake, but f**king her is as real as it gets.

I saved her from a psycho ex.

But I won't be satisfied with a "thank you" and a kiss on the cheek.

After beating that creepy b*stard black and blue, I've got fire in my veins…

Not to mention, a steel rod behind the zipper of my jeans.

I claim her gratitude the only way I know how:

With a long night of moans.

Afterwards, she might be exhausted, but the morning is no time to rest.

Because the demon on her trail won't give up without a fight.

There's just one surefire way to keep her safe from him.

Drag her to the altar and make her mine for good.

I might go to hell for what I'm forcing her to do.

But I don't give a sh!t.

Because here's the truth:

Hellfire might hot, but f**king her is way, way hotter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393286257

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Hellfire: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lions MC) (Book 3)

By April Lust

The wedding is fake, but f**king her is as real as it gets.

I SAVED HER FROM A psycho ex.

But I won’t be satisfied with a thank you and a kiss on the cheek.

After beating that creepy b*stard black and blue, I’ve got fire in my veins...

Not to mention, a steel rod behind the zipper of my jeans.

I claim her gratitude the only way I know how:

With a long night of moans.

Afterwards, she might be exhausted, but the morning is no time to rest.

Because the demon on her trail won’t give up without a fight.

There’s just one surefire way to keep her safe from him.

Drag her to the altar and make her mine for good.

I might go to hell for what I’m forcing her to do.

But I don’t give a sh!t.

Because here’s the truth:

Hellfire might hot, but f**king her is way, way hotter.

Chapter 1

Maxwell

She was gone and I wasn’t sure how to get her back. Worse still, she didn’t have her cell phone to call . Which irked me to no end. The cell phone had started the whole damn thing and I wasn’t so stupid as to miss the irony of her not having it now and me needing it.

Shit.

I was standing on the sidewalk staring at the busy street, debating my options. I’d only just barely missed her—that damn cab might as well have been waiting for her, it picked her up so fast—and knew there was a chance I might catch up to the cab if I jumped into my car right now and drove like a maniac. Unfortunately, it was a really slim chance, given the traffic, how little I knew of the area, and the fact that I didn’t know where she was going. Not to mention how many damn cabs there seemed to be in this place.

Besides, even if I did catch her, what would I do?

Hey, get out of the car now, against your will, so I can explain how not controlling and abusive I am? No, it didn’t sound even the least bit convincing. Not even to my own ears. And it didn’t matter that I’d gotten rid of her phone for the best of reasons. Fact of the matter was I still was guilty of what she was accusing me of, which was going to make it a lot harder to convince her I was one of the good guys.

Assuming I was.

I frowned, cursing once again as I turned back towards the motel. I needed to think things through and come up with a plan. Catching her didn’t mean shit if I couldn’t convince her I wasn’t the kind of asshole she thought I was.

And I really hoped I wasn’t.

I crossed the parking lot, ignoring the older couple who was loading or unloading suitcases from the trunk of their little car. They were arguing about not looking at me or butting into other people’s business, which told me they had definitely caught the whole my wife just got into a taxi and drove as far away from me as she could get scene. It wasn’t very comforting, but I ignored them with willpower and headed up the stairs.

When I got to the room, I grabbed a slice of cold pizza, even though I wasn’t in the slightest bit hungry. I bit into it and chewed, not tasting a thing, as I considered my options.

The first one was my least favorite and I dismissed it even as I considered it. I knew myself well enough to know I’d never go through with it. Letting her go. Things had shifted for me over the course of the last week and I didn’t know if I liked the change or not, but I knew I couldn’t undo it simply by wishing things could go back. It meant I felt a burning desire to keep Nicole near to me. It meant some part of me liked being married, even if it was just some shotgun Vegas wedding and the woman only thought it was for the sake of inheriting whatever I had on me. It meant I was seriously considering settling down and I wanted to do it with her.

Once upon a time not so long ago, I would have just shrugged my shoulders, washed my hands of the whole thing, and walked off to find some other chick to fuck. It wasn’t that complicated, which was why I liked it. But Nicole had me wound so tight that I couldn’t just let her go anymore.

Moreover, she was still in danger. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. I had to get her back, because she was in real danger without me.

I finished my pizza, not necessarily feeling better, but thinking a little clearer thanks to the extra fuel. I stood and jerked my shirt up over my head, letting it fall to the floor, then shirked my jeans, too. Leaving a pile of clothing behind me, I went to the bathroom and started the water. It was still a little humid and there was a used towel slung over the top of the door, telling me Nicole had already showered.

My body shivered pleasurably as I thought of her standing beneath the spray, naked and glistening.

Forcing the thoughts out of my mind, I stepped under the water and washed the day’s grime away.

So I knew just walking away from Nicole wasn’t an option. I poured a small dime sized drop of shampoo into my palm, then worked it through my hair as I thought. I couldn’t ignore what Ruins had told me about Nicole always being in danger so long as she was with me, but my own mind continued to press against the idea. It argued that she already was in danger, which had happened by accident, and now I was protecting her. And she needed that protection.

It was a rationalization, but it also kind of sounded right, so I wasn’t sure what to do with that. I’d already decided I couldn’t leave her, so I pushed the uncertainty away and moved forward to my next option.

Which was trying to catch her.

There were a few fundamental problems with this plan of attack. The main one being I wasn’t sure where she was going. Home, to her apartment and job, I had to assume, but she had to know she was still in danger. So maybe there was somewhere else she would go when things got bad. Family? Friends? She had parents somewhere, though I supposed they could have been dead. Maybe an old college friend—had she even gone to college?

Frowning, I realized there was a lot I didn’t know about Nicole.

I didn’t bother with conditioner in my hair, though it was dry outside and the water was hard. I just didn’t like fussing with it and wasn’t going to let it just sit there on my scalp while it did its thing with my just standing there like an idiot. No thank you. I had things to do.

Brushing my teeth, I vowed I’d learn more about Nicole and her family