Muck (Book 3): Satan's Cubs MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 3 and the finale of the Satan's Cubs MC romance series! 

Will he save my life, or just drag me back down to the muck?

Hi, my name is Melanie, and I'm an alcoholic.

I can't remember a single night in the last six months I wasn't drunk.

It's the only way to get through my miserable life.

But it's slowly killing me.

It's time for one last ditch effort to change things before it's too late.

One more shot at redemption.

As it turns out, redemption is six feet tall and rides a Harley.

Jax Patton is a tattooed devil with demons of his own.

He's trying to break the vicious cycle of his addiction, just like me.

We find hope in each other.

In his arms, with his kiss, I feel like maybe we can make it out of here alive and intact.

But the world has other plans.

And Jax's line of work might end up being the final nail in our coffins.

He's a drug runner for a Colombian cartel, and they won't be content with his half-hearted commitment.

So he's got two choices:

Go all-in on their offer of drugs and violence…

Or say goodbye to ever seeing me again.

I finally discovered happiness in the shape of a rough, savage biker with a heart of gold.

But will he give up everything for me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393332398

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Muck: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Cubs MC Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

Will he save my life, or just drag me back down to the muck?

HI, MY NAME IS MELANIE, and I’m an alcoholic.

I can’t remember a single night in the last six months I wasn’t drunk.

It’s the only way to get through my miserable life.

But it’s slowly killing me.

It’s time for one last ditch effort to change things before it’s too late.

One more shot at redemption.

As it turns out, redemption is six feet tall and rides a Harley.

Jax Patton is a tattooed devil with demons of his own.

He’s trying to break the vicious cycle of his addiction, just like me.

We find hope in each other.

In his arms, with his kiss, I feel like maybe we can make it out of here alive and intact.

But the world has other plans.

And Jax’s line of work might end up being the final nail in our coffins.

He’s a drug runner for a Colombian cartel, and they won’t be content with his half-hearted commitment.

So he’s got two choices:

Go all-in on their offer of drugs and violence...

Or say goodbye to ever seeing me again.

I finally discovered happiness in the shape of a rough, savage biker with a heart of gold.

But will he give up everything for me?

Chapter 1

Melanie felt her anxiety levels rising as Martin closed out the Addicts Anonymous meeting. She knew she had seen Jax come in just before they started. It had been almost a month since she’d seen him, and she could tell he looked worse for the wear. She hated to admit to herself that she was looking at him, that she even still cared. He had put her through a lot of misery, and she wasn’t quite sure she should feel anything good towards a man like that anymore.

So much had happened to her since the last time she saw Jax. She was sober, for one, but just barely. She had continued to drink for a couple of weeks after she began to attend two AA meetings a week with Martin. Her life had become nothing but improving herself at work and AA meeting with Martin. But somehow it turned out to be the healthiest thing for her.

She had finally woke up one morning without counting the weeks, the days, the hours her and Jax had been apart. She didn’t need to down a whole bottle of alcohol to forget that she ever had feelings for him and that he ripped her heart in two. It still hurt, but it was more like a scab was beginning to form, but she knew he could easily rip it off.

Caleb and Irene had been good about checking in on her and thinking of activities that didn’t involve alcohol, though Irene had been mysteriously absent over the last week and a half. Caleb had been at Melanie’s house many times over the past week because of it, complaining about being bored and lonely. She hated to admit that it comforted her that she wasn’t the only one that was feeling that way.

Melanie had started to feel, though, that she was on the verge of something, something healthy. She hadn’t gotten sober for someone other than herself. She was beginning to stand on her own, and somehow she saw that in a way, her weakness and addiction to Jax might have been part of the problem in their relationship. Maybe she could have a new and healthy relationship with someone soon. It could be Jax, but it could be someone else too. Her contentment was what she’d been enjoying most over the last couple of months alone, learning to be alright with herself.

Melanie took a deep breath knowing that the world she was slowly building back up for herself was about to change for better or worse.

She felt a familiar pang in her heart as she turned around to leave and saw him hanging around the door. Her mind went back to thoughts of addiction. Could she really afford to trade one for a living and breathing other? But she knew she had to talk to him at some point. If he were to ever recover he was going to have to make amends anyway, and she wasn’t the type to stand in someone’s way and watch them suffer like that.

She took a deep breath and began to stride forward, her head held high. She was going for confidence and general concern, trying not to give away any more than platonic signals. Luckily, Martin had beat her to him first. It made her feel more comfortable approaching.

Oh, hi, Melanie, I guess you noticed Jax had returned. Well, I bet the two of you have a lot to talk about, so I’ll leave you to it. Martin smiled and walked off, leaving Melanie blushing and feeling awkward. Martin had basically set them up to be alone like they still had feelings for each other, could still be a couple. She felt like her cover was just totally blown.

She looked to Jax and saw that he looked even worse up close. He looked much thinner than she remembered, and there were dark circles around his eyes. He looked more like he was going to a Halloween party than an AA meeting or a motorcycle club.

Hi, she said slowly, trying to let him lead the conversation. She couldn’t handle it.

Hi, Melanie, can we take a walk?

It would be a weird question for a first exchange between two people. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but somehow Melanie knew it was the right thing to do. Martin was right, they did have things they had to talk about if only to clear the air.

So, she nodded and let him lead her outside. She eyeballed his bike which was parked right outside. The familiarity was comforting and yet strange at the same time. She didn’t know if it was okay to have memories on that bike, too long to be on it with him again. She was glad as they skipped over the parking lot and headed across the street to the park. The lamps were all on, lighting it up like a football field on a Friday night, and the grass was perfectly green even in the moonlight.

So, how have you been? She felt silly asking the question, knowing the answer couldn’t be good, but what else was she supposed to say?

She watched Jax shove his hands in his pockets uncomfortably. I’ve been better, to be honest, he chuckled. Can I be honest with you, actually? Melanie could feel something coming, something she knew better than to feel excited about. But her heart still had Jax’s name on it. There was nothing she could do about it.

Things have been pretty bad since you left. I’d like to spare you the gory details because they just aren’t something I’m proud of or that you need to torture yourself with. I have been trying to rearrange my schedule to get back here, get back on track.

And how is that going? Melanie was honestly curious, searching for a way in, a reason to forgive him.

Well, I feel like shit. They both laughed knowing full well how true it was. But I haven’t done blow in about a week now. I know it doesn’t sound like a long time, but for me I think it is. Melanie nodded at that. She respected his plight.

Without thinking she reached out and grabbed his hand. It was meant to be a gesture of comfort, of understanding, but it was so much more than that. She felt that same tension she’d felt that first night when they met. It seemed life was circling back again.

The stars danced in his eyes as an unsure smile played upon his lips. She didn’t want to let go, so she started walking, pulling him along beside her. They stayed silent for a bit with their fingers intertwined before Melanie felt like she was going to burst open at the seams. No matter how risky it was, she had to let him know before it was too late. I love you, she announced, a bit too loudly, making Jax stop dead in his tracks.

He abandoned her hand to wrap his strong arms around her. At least some things hadn’t changed. He still felt like Jax. Would you like to come home, babe? She was expecting to hear his profession of