Micah (Book 2): God's Hellfire MC, #2

By LENA PIERCE

This is book 2 of the God's Hellfire MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

She's threatening to ruin everything I built.

I took over the God's Hellfire MC when my father died.

And then I made it into an empire.

But the time has come for us to rise to the next level.

No more playing around with silly stolen electronics.

I want to truly seize the power I was born to wield – the firepower, that is.

These stolen weapons are the key to our future.

But I've got enemies eager to stop us in our tracks.

I have to be careful, every step of the way.

Now is the worst time possible for distractions.

But the curvy working girl just refuses to be ignored.

She's too beautiful and too innocent for her own good.

Her scent, her softness – it all tempts me towards leaving behind my life of crime and violence.

I can't let my resolve weaken.

But I can't say no to night after night with her in my bed.

Kaci comes with baggage, however.

Secrets and mysteries in her past that are starting to reveal themselves.

And as I learn more about her, I come to realize that she is far more than she seems.

Does she really love me?

Or is she just waiting to lure me to my death?

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393191407

Book preview

Micah: A Motorcycle Club Romance (God’s Hellfire MC) (Book 2)

By Lena Pierce

She’s threatening to ruin everything I built.

I TOOK OVER THE GOD’S Hellfire MC when my father died.

And then I made it into a motherf**king empire.

But the time has come for us to rise to the next level.

No more playing around with silly stolen electronics.

I want to truly seize the power I was born to wield – the firepower, that is.

These stolen weapons are the key to our future.

But I’ve got enemies eager to stop us in our tracks.

I have to be careful, every step of the way.

Now is the worst time possible for distractions.

But the curvy working girl just refuses to be ignored.

She’s too beautiful and too innocent for her own good.

Her scent, her softness – it all tempts me towards leaving behind my life of crime and violence.

I can’t let my resolve weaken.

But I can’t say no to night after night with her in my bed.

Kaci comes with baggage, however.

Secrets and mysteries in her past that are starting to reveal themselves.

And as I learn more about her, I come to realize that she is far more than she seems.

Does she really love me?

Or is she just waiting to lure me to my death?

Chapter 1

Kaci

We took one of Micah 's spare bikes back to Club Hades. The city was already alive and teeming with life as we rode through traffic and pulled up behind the bar on Bourbon Street.

Micah's face was stony, his expression set in granite as we rode. No smiles, no laughter. Of course, he had made breakfast for me. That was nice. It had been a while since a man had made me eggs after I'd spread my . . . well, you get it.

Micah didn't bring up what happened the night before, and I didn't either. He didn't lean in for a soft lover's kiss like the one from the night before, and I paid it no mind. Focusing on keeping him happy kept me from keeping my mind where it needed to be: Efraim Petrov.

Together, we headed upstairs, into the center of the F&B MC operations.

Micah went around collecting Gov and Grin, and whoever else was around, while I stopped in and checked on Sydney.

I knocked on the door and waited for her to call out.

Come in, she said after a while, her voice sounding a little lower than normal.

I pushed open the door and went inside, the smell of antiseptic hitting me like a subtle sledgehammer. She was sprawled out in her makeshift hospital bed, her skin pallid and the rings around her eyes so dark she looked like she'd pissed off the wrong James. Hey, she warbled at me, smiling widely.

How's it hanging, girl? I asked with a wan smile as I went over and propped one hip up on the edge of her bed, taking a seat.

Tired, she said. Hurts like a sumbitch still, but other than that I'm good.

I smiled at her, reached out to push some of her lank hair behind her ear. Guess you can scratch getting shot off your bucket list, I said.

Yeah, she said, laughing a little, guess so.

We didn't say anything else, not for a long moment. So, I finally began, purposely and slowly speaking each word, I wanted to apologize for fucking everything up last night.

She nodded as she listened.

I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, and I almost got you killed. I'm sorry, Sydney.

Yeah, you're right, she said after a while. You did fuck up bad. I mean, like, horribly, awfully, astronomically bad.

Yeah, I agreed, my lips pressed tight together.

Like, so bad, if I were to tell someone on the street what you did, they'd call me a liar. Because no one ever fucks up that bad. Never.

Yup.

So bad, in fact, we could probably call up Guinness World Records on the phone and get them out here.

I agree.

She smiled and shrugged. But, it's kind of okay. I forgive you, I guess.

You guess? I asked in a fake, unsure tone, taking one of her hands in mine and squeezing it. Are you sure?

Yeah, she said, nodding and squeezing weakly back. I love you like a sister, Kaci. Even if you do some stupid-ass shit sometimes. Just don't ever forget that, okay?

I nodded, my eyes starting to spring a leak. I reached up with my free hand and wiped away the rain drop that had suddenly fallen from the sky. Okay. I love you, too, girl.

I know, she said, smiling back with that same wan smile. But, I'll be fine soon. Doc says I just need to rest.

We stayed like that for a little while, just talking. Micah came by soon after, though, and knocked on the open door. Kaci, he said. Meeting time.

Coming, I said, and had to suppress a little bit of a grin at my words.

Oh no, Sydney said after Micah disappeared back into the hallway. You fucking slut, she said good-naturedly, her tone saying she was just messing with me.

What? I asked, trying to fake my innocence.

Oh, Kaci, she said, grinning. How was he? she asked, readjusting in her pile of pillows. Big?

I grinned. No idea what you're talking about.

You're telling me you can get me shot with a harebrained scheme, but you can't tell me what his cock looks like? Kaci asked, shaking her head. I thought we loved and trusted each other, she squeaked lowly.

Kaci! Micah called from the hallway again. He'd returned, and he looked more frustrated and impatient than anything else. Let's fucking go!

Back in a few, I promised as I got up off Sydney's bed and headed for the door.

Don't leave me hanging, woman, Sydney squeaked out at me, her voice sounding more like her own. Just tell me!

Micah gave us both an inquiring look as I approached.

Nothing, I assured him. Then I turned around and, grinning, gestured to her with my hands eight or nine inches apart, estimating about how long I thought Micah was.

Sydney laughed. You go girl, she squeaked as she weakly pumped her tiny fist in the air.

Together, he and I headed through the halls, destination: meeting room. I had to fight the urge to just stare in awe at him as he stalked through the halls. Memories of the night before flashed in my mind. Memories of his hand entangled in my hair, of his grip on my throat, of his lips wrapped around a stiff nipple as he pounded into me on the hood of his Camaro. I pushed them all down, though, and tried to remind myself what I was doing here.

Your friend doing okay? he asked, his voice gruff and a little distant.

Yeah, I said. She'll be fine.

So our vet tech did okay?

I almost laughed, but I kept it bottled in. Instead, I just nodded curtly. Yep. He did fine.

We went into the meeting room, where Gov and Grin were already waiting for us.

Alright men, he said as we took our seats at the table. Where do we go from here?

He seemed at first glance like he was open to negotiation, and input from his men. But, from what I'd learned with just my short time here, his mind was made up. This was all a formality to him.

We need to lay off Petrov, Gov said. That much is obvious.

Why's it obvious? Micah asked, settling back into his chair. He doesn't know it's us.

Gov laughed and shook his head. You mean last night wasn't a tip off that he did?

Micah dismissed Gov's concerns with a wave of his hand. Look, if Efraim knew it was us, we'd have guys kicking in our doors, wouldn't we? I, for one, didn't have any goons whispering in Russian outside my bedroom door last night. Did you, Grin?

Grin shook his head, smiling a little.

I think he knows it's one group ripping him off. But, I bet last night was just their new security. And, besides, no one got a good look at us. Least, not anyone that could say anything.

A somber moment descended on the room as the two other men recalled what Micah had done the night before, the two bodies they'd tossed out into the bayou to be either discovered by the cops, or eaten by gators.

Still say it's risky, Gov replied. Grin?

Well, Grin said, dragging the word out, "everything's pretty damn risky, when you get down to it, don'tcha think? I mean, we're ripping people off and shit, no matter which way you look at it. Back when we was doing electronics knock-overs with Micah's Pa, you still was worried about some trucker going all Shotgun Willie on you. Personally, if you