Devil (Book 2): Renegade Reapers MC, #2

By Zoey Parker

This is book 2 of the Renegade Reapers MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

He emerged from the shadows with a secret that might destroy me.

BEAST

Revenge calls to me, and I will stop at nothing to avenge my men.

So I kidnap the long-lost daughter of my enemy.

She's my bait to use against her crime boss father.

Natalia is a beautiful little dancer, with her dark eyes and red mouth.

I want her to wrap those legs around my hips as I make her scream.

But I let her in too far. Now, Natalia knows too much.

She's a liability… one that I cannot afford if I am to win this war of MC versus mafia.

The smart thing to do would be to let her go.

But she's become more precious to me than I ever expected.

I can't help holding on.

And I can't stop myself from claiming her as my woman.

NATALIA

I'd just made prima ballerina when my life changed forever.

Beast kidnapped me and took me to his lair.

My captor and, perhaps, my savior.

I shouldn't want him.

But his intense blue eyes ensnare me.

I let his hands rove all over my body until I'm trembling with desire.

That's when I find out who I really am.

And I discover that I may have more to do with Beast's quest for vengeance than I first realized.

No matter how conflicted I am, I know that if I stay in his arms, I'm a dead woman.

I have to escape.

I must return to the life I used to have, before Beast shattered everything.

But there's no going back now.

Because not only has Beast captured my body…

He has also captured my heart.

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Fall in love with Beauty and the Beast with a sexy twist in this dark romance with passion and sex from bestselling motorcycle club romance author Zoey Parker. This MC mafia romance will have you swooning for the filthy bad boy alpha male, Beast, and wishing you could trade places with his woman, Natalia. Their romance love story is heart-melting and deliciously dark!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393951926

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Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Renegade Reapers MC Book 2)

By Zoey Parker

He emerged from the shadows with a secret that might destroy me.

BEAST

Revenge calls to me, and I will stop at nothing to avenge my men.

So I kidnap the long-lost daughter of my enemy.

She’s my bait to use against her crime boss father.

Natalia is a beautiful little dancer, with her dark eyes and red mouth.

I want her to wrap those legs around my hips as I make her scream.

But I let her in too far. Now, Natalia knows too much.

She’s a liability... one that I cannot afford if I am to win this war of MC versus mafia.

The smart thing to do would be to let her go.

But she’s become more precious to me than I ever expected.

I can’t help holding on.

And I can’t stop myself from claiming her as my woman.

NATALIA

I’d just made prima ballerina when my life changed forever.

Beast kidnapped me and took me to his lair.

My captor and, perhaps, my savior.

I shouldn’t want him.

But his intense blue eyes ensnare me.

I let his hands rove all over my body until I’m trembling with desire.

That’s when I find out who I really am.

And I discover that I may have more to do with Beast’s quest for vengeance than I first realized.

No matter how conflicted I am, I know that if I stay in his arms, I’m a dead woman.

I have to escape.

I must return to the life I used to have, before Beast shattered everything.

But there’s no going back now.

Because not only has Beast captured my body...

He has also captured my heart.

Chapter 1

Beast

Ican tell Natalia is interested in figuring out who Abram is, though I’m not going to let that happen. Before I head out of the warehouse, I make sure to lock my bedroom door. Natalia is crestfallen, but I pretend not to notice. It’s not her place to go snooping in my things.

I watch as she heads back towards her room, and I notice my tank top fits loosely around her shoulders, revealing her muscles. It reminds me of the first time I saw her dancing.

It was months ago, much longer than the Swan Lake production had been in the works. This was back before I had planned on kidnapping her.

I’d been drinking downtown, minding my own business, when I saw a gaggle of dancers running across the street. The bar I was sitting at overlooked downtown Broadway. I was sitting at the window on a plastic red stool, staring at the passing cars. Suddenly, a group of women in bright blue tutus crossed the street. Natalia stayed behind, wrapping her fingers around each other, a habit I have come to realize is due to her nervousness.

She crossed the street after waiting for the light to turn, running a bit slower behind the other dancers. I finished my beer, left a wrinkled fifty on the table, and decided to follow her.

She was dancing at a different studio at the time, one that was smaller and painted all black. When I arrived outside, I saw an older looking bouncer guarding the door. He wore a black suit and had a shaved head. All it took was one small bill and he was holding the door open for me, whispering something in my ear in Russian.

I walked down a long black hallway filled with miniature blue lights. It reminded me of my childhood, of one of the many times I felt like I was underwater. Usually it happened when my parents would yell at me, but eventually, I grew up and became a rebel. I grew a thicker skin, started smoking, eventually found my gang. At the end of the hallway, I could see the lights from the stage guiding my way.

Natalia was this twisted vixen in the back of my mind, someone completely unattainable yet fascinating. The second I found out she was related to Abram I realized I had to do something about it. I had to see her again. Luckily for me, no one else knows this secret. They assume she’s just some pawn in my game. But they’re wrong—and so was I. Natalia isn’t just my captive. She’s also a hunter, a dangerous one that’s after my heart.

I realized it the first night I saw her, and I realize it now. That night, I had watched her dance across a stage covered in paper jellyfish. She was the only dancer on the stage at the time, auditioning for a role in The Little Mermaid. That evening, Natalia wore a bright blue tutu like the other girls, but compared to them, she danced like the spirit of the ocean herself. I hid in the back row, the same way I did the evening of the kidnapping, and watched with bated breath. The other dancers lined the front row, each waiting for their turn in the spotlight. One by one I watched them perform the same moves, but no one was as wonderful as Natalia Pestova. Boy, was she a force to be reckoned with.

I have a deep-rooted fear that I’ll never be able to watch her perform again. She’s been cooped up in the warehouse for weeks and hasn’t spoken a single word about performing. I want to ask her to dance for me, but I know she wouldn’t do it. Not after all I’ve done to her.

Hey there, says a deep voice from the shadows. Of course Doc’s waiting for me. He leans over and punches me gently on the shoulder. I wonder how much he heard between last night and this morning, I’m pretty sure Natalia and I were rocking the whole warehouse.

When I try to speak, Doc lifts a finger to his mouth and jerks his head to the side. Intrigued, I follow him.

Doc motions for me to walk into the shadows. He points down the hall and through a crack of light I see Natalia. She’s in the main room, having ignored my instructions to head back to her bedroom. To my surprise, I notice she’s not snooping around the room—she’s dancing.

I can see her moving in brilliant circles, pirouetting, and lifting her slender legs high up in the air. I want to rush over to her, pick her up, and twirl her muscular body around.

That girl is some kind of hot, Doc says in a low voice. I get blue balls just watching her move.

How long has she been doing this?

Since the first day you brought her here. There’s a few days when I don’t catch her but I’m pretty sure it’s every day. And she definitely does it when you’re not around.

My mouth twists into a frown but I can’t tear my eyes away from Natalia. Her dance is a sad, mournful dance. She is expressing loss and loneliness with the way she moves her arms as if she were