Glory (Book 3): Devil’s Kin MC, #3

By Naomi West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Devil's Kin MC romance series! 

There's nothing glorious about taking her like a savage beast.

I never wanted a woman or a baby.

But I know one thing for sure:

I'm not pulling out of Gloria until I'm fully finished.

That's not usually my style.

Most of the time, I'm the bang 'em and leave 'em' type.

But something about this girl makes me keep coming back for more.

She's a survivor, like me.

And every time we part ways, I can't stop thinking about her body in my arms.

Her moans in my arms.

Her fingernails, clawing the bedsheets.

But I can't be with her.

She deserves a family man, not a broken man like me.

My plan was to take her for the night, then disappear forever.

But something happened that threw off everything.

Something that will change me for good.

She got pregnant with my baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393601401

Naomi West

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Glory: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil’s Kin MC Book 3)

By Naomi West

There’s nothing glorious about f**king her like a savage beast.

I NEVER WANTED A WOMAN or a baby.

But I know one thing for sure:

I’m not pulling out of Gloria until I’m fully finished.

That’s not usually my style.

Most of the time, I’m the ‘f**k ‘em and leave ‘em’ type.

But something about this girl makes me keep coming back for more.

She’s a survivor, like me.

And every time we part ways, I can’t stop thinking about her body in my arms.

Her moans in my arms.

Her fingernails, clawing the bedsheets.

But I can’t be with her.

She deserves a family man, not a broken man like me.

My plan was to take her for the night, then disappear forever.

But something happened that threw off everything.

Something that will change me for good.

She got pregnant with my baby.

Chapter 1

Fury

I ’m sorry, Fury. I don’t know what the fuck the boss was thinkin’. Sent me north all damn day on some fool’s errand. Said he needed a shipment picked up and when I get there, there ain’t a shipment. And then I see that my phone’s been stolen. So I don’t know what the fuck—

I’m with the Kid and Butcher at the tracks. I’ve already said sorry to the Kid, since I went in hard on him for no damn reason, and now he looks a little less shifty around me. I wonder how much of his shiftiness was me just reading into shit that wasn’t actually there, and how much of it was actually him being shifty.

I’ve got the answer, Butch. I take out my phone and play the recording.

Butcher’s face goes white and then red and then white again as he listens. His hand goes to his gun holster instinctively. That motherfucker! he snarls, kicking the dirt. That fuckin’ piece of shit traitor fuck!

So he was the one, the Kid whispers. He was the ... He lowers his gaze. The boss.

He’s done, I say. It pains me to say it even though it shouldn’t. Jackson’s not a Devil’s Kin anymore.

Damn right he’s not, Butcher mutters darkly. Send me that recording, Fury. I’m gathering the troops and we’re following you now. I don’t give a damn about Jackson. I don’t give a damn about that Big Loco fuck. We’re finding your kid. All of us: the whole damn club. Fuck these excuses.

Fuck these excuses, I agree, sending him the recording. Don’t take long, Butch. We need to ride out.

Give me forty-five minutes. He’s already on his phone, dialing frantically. He’s such an old man that he memorizes all his phone numbers.

I turn to the Kid. Sorry again, all right?

I get it, Fury, he replies. Just remember that I’m on your side. Please.

I clap him on the arm. All right, Kid.

We hang around for a little while. I get more impatient with each passing minute, especially since I can’t get that asshole Jackson out of my head. I keep seeing the way he fell when I hit him. It was like something out of a nightmare: or what would have been a nightmare before all this shit started. Now, I remind myself, it had to be done. I couldn’t let this shit slide.

You got an old man, Kid? I ask after around half an hour of idle pacing.

Yeah, Fury, he says. But he isn’t so good, you know. He lives in Texas and I ain’t seen him since last Christmas. He came up here asking for money. Said he had this amazing business deal and I’d be crazy not to get in on it. I almost did it, too, but then Butcher looked into it and it turned out that the business deal was just him wanting to go down to Vegas and blow my cash.

Ah. I laugh grimly. That’s dads for you, all right.

Finally, Butcher rides back to the tracks. He comes through the gates first, but then more men ride in behind him, Devil’s Kin after Devil’s Kin. I fold my arms, watching as around thirty Devil’s Kin fill the small area. The rumble of the engines is so loud it shifts the dirt and the dust, and then they kill the bikes and everything goes silent. Butcher walks over to me,