Leo: Seven Devils MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 3 and the finale of the Seven Devils MC series!

Leo broke me just because he could.

Trained assassin with killer looks.

Bad boy biker with an attitude to match.

MC meets cartel in a bloody clash that will link Blanche and Leo together forever…

Or tear them apart for good.

LEO

I protect my people.

Do the right thing for them.

But I'm not afraid to do what's gotta be done when someone steps out of line.

The cartel thinks they can send one of their own in here.

Into my town. My turf.

Big f**king mistake.

I don't give a damn if she's a knockout beauty.

I'm gonna treat her the way I treat every woman I've ever met:

Like she belongs to me.

BLANCHE

I came to kill him.

So how'd I end up on all fours in his bed?

There's no explaining what Leo does to me.

How he owns me with a single kiss.

How he dominates me with a single touch.

But the cartel I work for won't tolerate failure.

And when they find out I'm falling for the man I was sent to execute, all hell breaks loose.

The heavy hitters are coming.

And they've got me right in their sights.

There's only one place to turn for protection:

Right into the biker's arms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393873051

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Leo: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Seven Devils MC Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

Leo broke me just because he could.

TRAINED ASSASSIN WITH killer looks.

Bad boy biker with an attitude to match.

MC meets cartel in a bloody clash that will link Blanche and Leo together forever...

Or tear them apart for good.

LEO

I protect my people.

Do the right thing for them.

But I’m not afraid to do what’s gotta be done when someone steps out of line.

The cartel thinks they can send one of their own in here.

Into my town. My turf.

Big f**king mistake.

I don’t give a damn if she’s a knockout beauty.

I’m gonna treat her the way I treat every woman I’ve ever met:

Like she belongs to me.

BLANCHE

I came to kill him.

So how’d I end up on all fours in his bed?

There’s no explaining what Leo does to me.

How he owns me with a single kiss.

How he dominates me with a single touch.

But the cartel I work for won’t tolerate failure.

And when they find out I’m falling for the man I was sent to execute, all hell breaks loose.

The heavy hitters are coming.

And they’ve got me right in their sights.

There’s only one place to turn for protection:

Right into the biker’s arms.

Chapter One

What she envisioned was that they would be going to a rest stop or a restaurant but, instead, they cut into a narrow, winding driveway camouflaged by the forest, and stopped at a little house, glowing with the lights on inside. It might be hard to even know the house was there with the way it was situated among nature.

Blanche expected that it would be just the two of them. It was a little unsettling that a beautiful woman met them at the door. She and Leo embraced warmly, clearly fond of one another. Their intimacy irked her in her growing observations about how she cared for him. What bothered her more was that the woman was so friendly to her, as well. There was little to not like about her. She was down-to-earth, beautiful and sweet. Her name was Gretchen. Blanche even liked her name better than her own.

Blanche was encouraged to sit while the few things that were in the truck were carried into the house. Finally Leo sat next to her. How are you feeling? he asked evenly. There was no particular warmth in his voice.

I think I am fine. The doctor said I just had a concussion. It's only really sore when I lay back on it, but only for a second. I feel pretty good overall.

The doctor, huh? he asked cryptically. So what else did you and the good doctor talk about besides your health?

The look on his face was indicting. Blanche knew exactly what he was driving at and she didn't have the nerve to answer. He knew. Whether he knew about the doctor beforehand and was playing along or whether he tapped the room and found out that way, she didn’t know.

When he said, I am going to chalk up this change in you to getting your head slammed on the ground, she knew.

He must have had some kind of listening device planted in her hospital room. Or a spy. The nurse?

But for the time being, until we know what is what, you are to be a good little guest, am I understood? I find you make contact with Norte Mexicali or anyone without my say so and you will deal with me. Now, he stood up, I've taken away your phone. That ought to be clear indication I don't want you to use a phone, nor do I want anyone but us to know where you are. Is there any question?

No, said Blanche. You won't have any trouble from me, she wanted to say, but she realized acting on every impulse to open her mouth got her where she was with him. It did confuse her as to why he was helping her now when he was clearly onto the fact that she was willing to betray him again.

Still not connecting to her old feelings, she could sense new ones in their place. He was such a handsome, forthright guy. Hot too—there was something about a guy on a motorcycle. Why was he alone anyway? Perhaps he was not. There seemed to be affection between the host and him.

Maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe she didn't lose it when she hit her head, but when she first laid eyes on him appearing out of nowhere on the hanging-by-a-thread bridge when she stupidly decided to make that shortcut. She lost all objectivity when she met him. On the spot forfeited her validity with the very dangerous, brutal Norte Mexicali. They paid her a lot of money to kill Leo Fowler. But she saw him and felt his body near hers, and, from that second, was chasing the promise chemistry like theirs brought.

Everything seems to be okay here, he said. Are you sore?

Not really, Blanche replied, filled with a general regret. She was most definitely beginning to feel what she had felt before.

Gretchen has food for us. I am going to eat and then go to bed. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.

What’s happening tomorrow? she asked.

I’m leaving. Don’t worry. You’re safe here. Some of the other guys will be here by the time I leave, he answered in his pleasant but neutral tone.

Leaving for where? she asked, trickling with panic. She didn’t want him to go just as she was getting to be her old self.

He regarded her sternly, You’re safe Blanche. That’s all that should concern you. Come, he stood and helped her up even though she really didn’t need it. Let’s eat. You should do what you can to help with the clean up. You have been really sedentary for the past few weeks. You need to start moving around. And plus, he began, but hesitated.

What? she asked.

Well, I think it’s time you started giving back a little.

Blanche sounded him, I have to ask you something, she said.

What? he replied.

All that back at the hospital, where you were like ‘you don’t like me anymore?’ Was that all crap or did you mean it?

It was a question, Leo glared.

It didn’t mean anything then, Blanche felt her lower lip start to quiver.

He hovered over her, crowding her. This time she soaked up the feel of his body. What did you want it to mean, Miss Herrera?

Honestly? That you care, she folded her arms around herself.

Well, at the time I said it, it meant I cared. I loved you. I am in love with you still, but I am working real hard to fix that. Because in the process of keeping you safe, I heard things I really didn’t want to hear you say...namely bargaining with that really bad excuse for a doctor about which of my friends you should kill to prove your loyalty.

I’ve been through a lot – she began.

I get that. But that seems to be the song you sing for everything. I liked it for a while, but then it got really old, he answered.

My head – she replied.

Does it bother you? he asked.

Not half as much as my heart does, she said. I want all of this behind us. Please.

For once we agree. My generous friend has made us dinner. I don’t care what you’ve been through; please do your best to be gracious. He waved his hand, After you.

Chapter Two

During dinner, Blanche felt like odd man out. Leo sat across from her, adjacent to Gretchen. She was so jumbled emotionally. Her sadness over what their current status was was like an avalanche and it was hard to contain herself. Staring down at her food, a beautiful dinner of whole green beans, wild rice, and prawns, the last thing she had was an appetite.

But she didn’t want to rock the boat. In her head, she told herself if she just went along to get along, he would set aside his anger towards her. She almost laughed at that thought, because he was angry that he had heard her talk about picking up her old trade.

Blanche was jealous of Gretchen. Blanche was pretty secure in her own looks. She had a smoking hot body, though she was a bit out of shape from all the rest she had been getting; he was right about that. That just meant she was perfect, not absolute perfection. She had a usual routine of kickboxing, weights, and yoga and she hadn’t gotten to it in a while. And Blanche had a sweet girlish face: big dark eyes with thick, feathery lashes. She had nothing to complain about, but Gretchen looked like the All-American cheerleader. She had the perfect simple hair that didn’t need work. She had the perfect yoga body; Blanche could spot them. She probably never had to watch her weight. She kept her house just so. Cooked. And Leo adored her. Yes; Blanche was jealous.