Kade: Santanas Cuervo MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 2 of the Santanas Cuervo MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Kade always takes what he wants.

The dominant bad boy came roaring into my life.

And he's not leaving anytime soon.

One way another, he'll get what he wants:

A rock on my finger and a baby in my womb.

I hated him as soon as I saw him.

But my resistance only made him laugh.

Kade is a down and dirty biker outlaw.

A tatted, scowling beast, with a jaw like steel and eyes like dark diamonds.

He's used to getting his way with women.

And my "don't-come-closer" attitude is nothing more than a dare to a man like him.

But in his line of work, danger is never far behind.

And soon, it comes knocking at my door.

Shooting at my door, to be more precise.

Now, I'm on the floor, begging Kade to keep me safe, while bullets fly overhead.

But his protection comes at a cost.

My innocence.

My freedom.

And everything I've ever loved.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393028543

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Kade: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Santanas Cuervo MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

Kade always takes what he wants.

The dominant bad boy came roaring into my life.

And he’s not leaving anytime soon.

One way another, he’ll get what he wants:

A rock on my finger and a baby in my womb.

I hated him as soon as I saw him.

But my resistance only made him laugh.

Kade is a down and dirty biker outlaw.

A tatted, scowling beast, with a jaw like steel and eyes like dark diamonds.

He’s used to getting his way with women.

And my don’t-come-closer attitude is nothing more than a dare to a man like him.

But in his line of work, danger is never far behind.

And soon, it comes knocking at my door.

Shooting at my door, to be more precise.

Now, I’m on the floor, begging Kade to keep me safe, while bullets fly overhead.

But his protection comes at a cost.

My innocence.

My freedom.

And everything I’ve ever loved.

CHAPTER ONE

T hank you, Winter said as Kade offered her a glass of water. They were in the Santanás Cuervo clubhouse, along with all the brothers and sisters of the club and the crews from the drilling rig. She’d probably catch even more hell from her dad for shutting the rig down for half day, but she couldn’t have cared less. He was already pissed at her for her refusal to return to Houston until the sounding was finished, despite the latest attempt on her life.

The men on the rig had come to Dugger’s funeral to pay their respects. The roughnecks and the bikers couldn’t be from two more different worlds, but four days before they’d each earned the respect of the other. The bikers had put it on the line for Winter and Bruce, and the roughnecks had repaid in kind by coming for Tryst and Dugger. They’d found Tryst staggering under the weight of his friend as he carried him, struggling to bring his brother home. The roughnecks had reverently taken Dugger from Tryst and laid him gently in the back of the truck on a bed of their own shirts.

That wasn’t what I expected, she said.

What?

The funeral.

She’d ridden to Rio Bonita in one of several company trucks, surrounded by burly men. They didn’t have clothing for a funeral and had to attend in obvious, but clean, work clothes. Nobody cared and the Santanás Cuervos had acknowledged them with nods of respect.

The brothers had arrived on bikes, dressed all in black, their vests worn proudly, riding as an honor guard for the hearse. They pulled Dugger’s casket from the big black car, handing it brother to brother down a double line, every man taking part of the load, until the final six men, Tryst, Kade, Bickers, Hedly, Morell and Stuart, carried the coffin to the gravesite before pausing as the brothers once again lined up to pass Dugger to the scaffolding over his final resting place.

The men then formed up and stood with military precision as a minister gave the eulogy, their faces grave and hard. When the eulogy was finished, Kade stepped forward and said a few words before he stepped to the coffin, removed a raven pin that matched their colors from his vest, and drove it into the top of Dugger’s casket with a hard thump of his fist. He stepped away and knelt before Lilly and Jacob, Dugger’s wife and son, and said a few soft words. Each man stepped forward, one at a time as the previous man rose from Lilly and Jacob, and repeated Kade’s ritual of removing the pin and driving into place before kneeling and speaking. The ritual was carried out with utmost respect, the traditions of the club obviously important to them, and Winter had wept openly.

That was beautiful what you said, she said softly.

Kade had spoken briefly how the club had changed, how Dugger had given his life in service to another, and how the club was now working for the betterment of their fellow man, creating a new tradition they could be proud of.

Kade looked down and stared at the floor. That was second the hardest thing I have ever done. Only telling Lilly that Clint was dead was harder.

Do you think she’ll talk to me?

You don’t have to do that.

Yes, I do. If she’ll see me.

Kade gave her a sad smile and took her hand as he steered her toward a knot of brothers. As they approached Lilly, the crowd parted to allow them through.

Winter wasn’t able to get the first word out before she started crying. I’m so, so, sorry for your loss, she said, struggling through her tears to get out what she wanted to say. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be here today. He died a hero, and I’ll never forget what he did.

Lilly’s face twisted as Winter spoke, pulling Jacob in close for support. Thank you, she whimpered.

Winter gave her head a tiny shake and gasped softly, trying to get control of her emotions, Lilly’s pain washing over her and tearing at her heart. She didn’t know Dugger had a son, and as soon as she returned to Houston she was going to talk to her dad about Kelly Oil setting up a trust to make sure Jacob could attend college.

Kade could see the grief of the two women were feeding on each other, so he gently pulled Winter away to break the cycle. Oh God, she sniffed, wiping at her eyes as she allowed Kade to lead her away, that was hard.

That’s a good thing you did, and it took guts.

I had to.

You didn’t, but I’m sure Lilly appreciated it.

She kept close to the group of roughnecks, the group feeling uncomfortable and like outsiders as the club grieved. After a time, Kade broke away and approached the group, shaking each man’s hand warmly and thanking him for coming. The rest of the club followed his lead, with Tryst last in line, adding a special thanks to each man who had come to his aid.

The employees of Kelly Oil left soon after, but to a man they would never look at a motorcycle club in quite the same way again.

IT’S FOR YOU, WINTER said the next day as she glanced at the number on her sat phone then handed it to Kade.

Kade.

We’re about to run off Eagle Pass, Juice said.

Okay. We’ll meet you at the RV. Kade killed the call then handed her phone back. Food’s here. Or will be in about twenty minutes.

We could have gotten groceries ourselves, Winter said.

The guys were coming anyway. Why should we drive almost two hours when we can have them do it?

Winter snickered. This was the last day of sounding. She’d stay another few days until the rig was fully on line, then return home to Houston where she’d start analyzing the core samples the rig would start bringing up.

Charlie, I’ll see you back in Houston, she said as she closed down her laptop.

Charlie spun in his chair to face Kade then rose and extended his hand. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you, Kade.

Kade took the man’s hand and shook it firmly as he smiled. Nice to meet you, too, Charlie. If you get back to the area, look us up.

I might just do that.

Kade nodded and stepped out, scanning the area while Winter waiting out of sight in the box. There was nothing in sight so he gave her a quick wave and hurried her to her Jeep. It was beat all to hell, but it still worked.

I can’t believe how much people’s perception of the Santanás Cuervo have changed in the last two weeks, and especially in the last few days, Winter reflected as Kade drove them to her RV. She knew her perception had been changing since the first day, but in the last few days, having Kade around all the time, she could truly get a sense of the man. He was thoughtful and kind, and cared deeply for his brothers. He always thought of them before himself and, though he tried to hide it, she could tell he was still hurting over Dugger’s death. Sometimes at night, as she was preparing for bed, she’d see him sitting in a chair as he stared at the door. His body was in the coach with her, but his mind was a million miles away.

There had been no more attempts on her life since the previous two. Kade was as vigilant as ever, but she was beginning to relax. He pulled to a stop by the RV, turning the Jeep so her door was closest to it. He left the Jeep running as he unlocked the RV and stepped inside, reappearing a moment later and opening her door. They had it down to a routine. As he opened her door, she reached over and switched off the engine but left the keys in the ignition before he hustled her inside, locking the door behind them. It was all very grave and dramatic, and she was beginning to wonder if Kade was taking things a bit too seriously, but then she’d remember Dugger and his sacrifice, and feel ashamed.

They heard the rumble of approaching motorcycles, and Kade peeked out a window as Bickers, Anders, and Duck rolled to a stop and began to dismount. A moment later, Big Dick’s truck pulled to a stop, and he and Greg Powers stepped out.

Wait inside, Kade reminded her as he stepped out to help lug in the supplies as quickly as possible. Juice! You decided to tag along?

Yeah! I brought something to show you.

The six men got