Motorhead (Book 3): Kings of Chaos MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 3 and the finale of the Kings of Chaos MC romance series! 

I'd pay good money to take her however I want.

It was a second chance I never deserved.

Mostly because Cara didn't give me much of a first chance to begin with.

She was a good girl with a future.

I was a bad boy going nowhere fast.

And she wanted nothing to do with me.

But years later, fate brings me to her operating table with a bullet in my body and my life in her hands.

She saves me, but that's just the beginning of this chaos.

When my enemies catch wind that I'm still kicking, they come to the hospital to finish the job.

Cara stands up to protect me.

She didn't expect them to take her instead.

I'm barely alive, but that won't stop me from going after those bastards.

Cara saved my life twice.

It's time for me to repay the favor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393716969

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Motorhead: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Kings of Chaos MC Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

I’d pay good money to take her however I want.

IT WAS A SECOND CHANCE I never deserved.

Mostly because Cara didn’t give me much of a first chance to begin with.

She was a good girl with a future.

I was a bad boy going nowhere fast.

And she wanted nothing to do with me.

But years later, fate brings me to her operating table with a bullet in my body and my life in her hands.

She saves me, but that’s just the beginning of this chaos.

When my enemies catch wind that I’m still kicking, they come to the hospital to finish the job.

Cara stands up to protect me.

She didn’t expect them to take her instead.

I’m barely alive, but that won’t stop me from going after those bastards.

Cara saved my life twice.

It’s time for me to repay the favor.

Chapter 1

Damian

The plan was far from elegant. It was crude, simple, and could very well be effective. Mills had set the meet in an old barn that was well off the beaten path. It was a place we often used to conduct our business.

I was concealed inside a van that was parked inside the barn. Mills and three of his guys were outside and would talk to Mendoza when he arrived. We had a dozen guys hidden in the woods right outside the back door of the barn, and one of the prospects was stationed up the road a bit to act as a spotter.

Assuming all went according to plan, it would be a simple operation. We would supposedly have the numbers. We'd take out Mendoza and his guys, smash the power base of the Fantasmas, and Cara could go on with her life without having to look over her shoulder every day.

That was, of course, assuming that everything went according to plan. Something that in my experience, rarely happened. Not only that, but there was something tickling the back of my mind – something that just felt wrong about this whole thing.

You okay? Cara whispered to me.

She was in the back of the van with me and would only be taken out to show Mendoza that Mills had her. The interior of the van was dim and gloomy, and though I would have loved to have seen her face, to look into those big doe eyes of hers, we had to remain in the dark. If Mendoza got tipped that I was there, he'd know something was up – and the bullets would likely start flying.

Yeah, fine, I said. Just wishing like hell you weren't here.

She reached out and fumbled around for a moment before finding my hand, taking it in hers and giving it a squeeze.

It's going to be okay, she said, her voice surprisingly strong and confident.

I really hope so.

It will be. Have a little faith.

Faith in what?

Her grip tightened on my hand a bit, and though I couldn't see her, I knew she was smiling.

Faith that once this is all over, she said, you are going to take me out for a nice dinner.

I laughed softly. Are you asking me out on a date?

No. I'm asking you to ask me out on a date.

I put my other hand over the top of hers. I thought you didn't want my kind in your life.

Maybe I've been a little too hasty and judgmental, she said. You're a good man, Damian Hawke. A little rough around the edges, but I've seen your heart, and it is a beautiful thing. Austin adores you, and you're so good with him. And you're even better with me. So yeah, maybe we need to work a few things out, but I think that whatever this thing between us is, it might be worth exploring.

The way she phrased that last bit sounded more like a question – a hopeful one at that. And hearing that filled my heart and made me smile. I knew how I felt about her, and knowing that Cara might feel something for me – it filled me with a happiness I'd never known before.

I think it's definitely worth exploring, I said.

I raised her hand to my lips and planted a soft kiss. I heard her moving, and before I knew it, she had taken my face in her hands and planted her lips against mine. The kiss was soft and chaste, but it imparted a lot. She sat back on the bench across from me and took my hand again.

There's something troubling you, she said.

I shrugged. Something just doesn't seem right to me.

Like what?

Like this meet. It's too easy, I replied. That Mendoza would willingly come onto our turf and agree to bring only a small number of his guys – something seems off about that. It's not like we have a great relationship with the Fantasmas to begin with – and the whole mess with that run only made it worse.

So, what are you thinking?

I don't know. Maybe I'm jumping at shadows again, I admitted. But to me, this all sounds like Mendoza and Mills might have a tighter relationship than any of us know.

Which would lend credence to your idea that Mills had Mendoza try to take you out.

Exactly, I said. But again, I have no proof to back that up. Just a gut feeling.

Well, once we get out of this, we'll do what we can to dig up that proof, Cara said. And then you'll have to decide what you're going to do with it.

I nodded, though I doubted she could see me in the dark. A moment later, somebody pounded on the outside of the van, and I felt Cara jump.

Mendoza's inbound, one of Mills' guys said. Four total. No trailers. Should be a walk in the park.

See? she said. A walk in the park.

Yeah, I said, doubts continuing to plague my mind. A walk in the park.

A few minutes later, the roar of four bikes could be heard outside the barn. The engines shut off and a moment later, I heard the rattle and squeak of the front door opening. The knot in my stomach tightened, and beads of sweat rolled down my back.

It was showtime.

I leaned forward on the bench of the van, straining my ears to listen. I didn't want to miss a word of it.

I have to admit, Mendoza said. I'm surprised you called me, Mills. Even more surprised that you have the girl.

Shouldn't be too surprising, Mills replied. I heard this one meant something to you, so I scooped her up. Thought she'd make a good bargaining chip.

Mendoza laughed. Always the businessman, huh?

It's how we get ahead in this dog eat dog world, Mendoza.

Not that I don't trust you, but let me see her, Mendoza said.

I listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the van. A moment later, the side door slid open, and I ducked back, hiding further into the shadows. Cara allowed herself to be taken out and then the door was closed again – mostly. It was left partway open, so I could get out when the action started. I pulled my gun out of the holster and caressed the smooth, metal barrel.

Good to see you again, Cara, Mendoza said. Been lookin' forward to this.

Go to hell, she snapped.

Let's talk business, Mills said. In exchange for the girl, we want half of your territory in the valley – both the gun and drug trade.

Mendoza laughed. You want my left nut with that too?

Come on, Mills, I whispered. Call the signal.

I sat alone in the dark, listening and waiting. From where I sat, it sounded like he was actually negotiating with