Savage Monster: Prophets MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

Savage Monster is book 3 and the finale of the Prophets MC trilogy!

He's a savage beast – and he's here to drag me back, kicking and screaming.

VAL
It's been almost two months since I took my baby daughter and ran for the hills.
We had to get away from my abusive ex.
He'd given me enough black eyes and sleepless nights to last a lifetime.
And my little girl deserves a better father than a devil like him.

For a little bit, it seems like we'd made it out safe.
I might be stripping to pay the bills.
But it's worth it if that's what it takes to feed my daughter, to keep a roof over our heads.
And there's something liberating about getting on that stage.

Up there, with my legs around a pole and pounding music in my ears, I can be anybody.
I can be anonymous.
Powerful.
Free.

And then it all comes crashing down.

It started with a simple request for a dance.
But when I saw who was asking, my blood froze in my veins.

The outlaw biker waiting in the champagne room was like something out of a romance novel:
Rugged, tatted, leather-bound, unbelievably huge.
I gave him what he wanted.

And that might just be the last thing I ever do.

MERCER
She looked more innocent than I expected.

It's easy to rationalize killing most of my victims – it's kind of necessary when you're a biker hitman like me.
The scum on my hit list are usually criminals of some kind: low life thugs, dirty drug dealers – you get the idea.
They deserve what's coming to them.

But Val was different.
There was something in her eyes – something fragile. Special. Worth protecting.
And when I find out she has a baby girl at home…
The job gets that much harder.

But my employer tells me I don't have a choice.
Get it done, he says. Put her down and move on with your life.

So I go through the steps.
I find her at the club where she dances.
Take her to a room in the back.
Tell her I know who she is – who she really is.

Her jaw drops.
I can see her eyeing the door.
Getting ready to run.

And then I tell her the ugly, bloody truth:
I'm the man who's been sent to kill her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393618201

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Savage Monster: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Prophets MC Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

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He’s a savage beast – and he’s here to drag me back, kicking and screaming.

VAL

It’s been almost two months since I took my baby daughter and ran for the hills.

We had to get away from my abusive ex.

He’d given me enough black eyes and sleepless nights to last a lifetime.

And my little girl deserves a better father than a devil like him.

For a little bit, it seems like we’d made it out safe.

I might be stripping to pay the bills.

But it’s worth it if that’s what it takes to feed my daughter, to keep a roof over our heads.

And there’s something liberating about getting on that stage.

Up there, with my legs around a pole and pounding music in my ears, I can be anybody.

I can be anonymous.

Powerful.

Free.

And then it all comes crashing down.

It started with a simple request for a dance.

But when I saw who was asking, my blood froze in my veins.

The outlaw biker waiting in the champagne room was like something out of a romance novel:

Rugged, tatted, leather-bound, unbelievably huge.

I gave him what he wanted.

And that might just be the last thing I ever do.

MERCER

She looked more innocent than I expected.

It’s easy to rationalize killing most of my victims – it’s kind of necessary when you’re a biker hitman like me.

The scum on my hit list are usually criminals of some kind: low life thugs, dirty drug dealers – you get the idea.

They deserve what’s coming to them.

But Val was different.

There was something in her eyes – something fragile. Special. Worth protecting.

And when I find out she has a baby girl at home...

The job gets that much harder.

But my employer tells me I don’t have a choice.

Get it done, he says. Put her down and move on with your life.

So I go through the steps.

I find her at the club where she dances.

Take her to a room in the back.

Tell her I know who she is – who she really is.

Her jaw drops.

I can see her eyeing the door.

Getting ready to run.

And then I tell her the ugly, bloody truth:

I’m the man who’s been sent to kill her.

Chapter 1

Mercer

Val was sitting on the floor with her kid, and I once again marveled at the fact that she looked so much like a kid herself. She didn't resemble Queenie anymore. When she wasn't on stage, she was a completely different person. She looked like someone's kid sister – too young to have a baby of her own. Maybe it was the age difference because she certainly was a legal adult.

And I'd fucked her. There were times I alternated between self-congratulations and downright shame over that fact.

She was a beautiful girl, but she was young. It was hard to imagine sleeping with her now. At least, now that I saw how innocent, naïve, sweet, and youthful she was. I'd never been with someone like her before, so this was all new to me. Most of the women in my orbit knew who I was, knew what I did, and they were attracted to that side of me. Whereas Val was afraid of it.

I'd tried to tone it down and be less scary. Yet somewhere in her head, she thought I might hurt her. After everything I did to protect her, she thought I'd hit or beat her. It made me sick to my stomach to imagine anyone laying a hand on her like that, but given her own personal traumas, was it really all that surprising for her to feel that way? She'd probably feel that way about any new guy who entered her life at that moment. She couldn't help it. She'd been conditioned to not trust men. That wasn't her fault. Not at all.

Still, that didn't make it sting any less knowing she thought that way.

I need to make her a bottle, can you –? she asked softly.

Can I what? Watch the baby? While her mother was in the kitchen? Granted, it was an open floor plan, so Val would only be across the room, and I wouldn't even have to raise my voice if things somehow went sideways, and I wanted to get her attention. But I couldn't help but think this was a terrible idea. What did I know about watching kids? Kids didn't like me, and I didn't typically like them.

Yet, seeing the tiredness in Val's eyes, I nodded. Yeah, sure. Do what you need to do.

Her returned smile was one of warmth and appreciation. Thank you, she said. I have to use the bathroom too if that's okay?

Yes, go, I said with a laugh, trying to appear cool and calm when I was uneasy on the inside.

Val walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. Nothing sexual at that moment, but it felt weird just the same, considering all that we'd done so far.

Thank you, Mercer. For everything. I'll repay you later, I promise.

Now that sounded sexual. Or maybe that was my perverted – and yet hopeful – mind interpreting it that way. The way she'd said it, the look on her face – it made it seem like she was expecting something later. Something we'd already done, sure, but seeing her like that – as the young, naïve kid that she was – made it hard to imagine having sex with her again.

I watched her walk toward the bathroom. She was wearing a little tank top and boy shorts – pajamas that showed a lot of skin. Most men in my position would have stopped what they were doing to admire that ass. And yeah, in that regard, I was like most men. I looked. Of course, I did. I stared for a moment longer before pulling my eyes away and focusing on the task at hand – the baby.

Great, I muttered to myself. What in the hell do I know about babies?

Laila fussed, rolled over, and let out a soft cry. As soon as she saw me, her eyes grew wide, and she screamed even louder.

Is everything okay in there? Val called from the bathroom.

Just fine, I said, gritting my teeth. I got it under control.

I slid down to the floor and reached out to Laila, handing her another toy that had been at my feet. The baby's eyes searched my face. She still looked unsure, but the crying stopped. Thankfully. Maybe she was too scared to cry, or perhaps she'd gotten used to me. I didn't have a clue what was going through the kid's mind, but whatever it was, Laila wasn't crying. I called that a win.

Her tiny hand reached out for the toy – a teething ring. Her fingers gripped it, touching mine, but she didn't take it. I let it go, and it fell onto the floor with a rattle.

Laila cried again.

Shhhh, I said, moving closer and trying to figure out some way to comfort her.

What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to pick her up? Or would that just make her scream more? I reached out and stroked the dark hair on her head.

Shhhh, Laila. It's okay. Mommy will be back in just a second.

Laila whimpered, but it was softer. She eventually stopped bawling and looked at me with her large, watery eyes. We were making progress.

See? She's getting used to you already, Val said, suddenly standing behind the couch.

I hadn't heard the toilet flush or the bathroom door open. Apparently, I'd been too focused on Laila, and Val caught us having a moment. She stood there, looking at the two of us, a relaxed and content expression on her face. Laila's eyes instantly went to her mom, and she smiled, an adorable beam filled with so much love and adoration. The way she looked at Val was amazing, something I'd never witnessed before. The love between mother and child – something I never personally experienced growing up.

Well, at least, she's not screaming, I suppose, I said, trying to pull myself together and maintain a little dignity.

I just need to make her bottle, Val replied, heading back toward the kitchen.

This time, Laila didn't wail. She just watched from the floor as her mom moved around. It was as if she forgot I was there, which was probably a good thing. At least she wasn't screaming her head off. Another win.

Thank you, Mercer, Val said, joining us back on the floor, bottle in hand.

You're welcome. I moved back to the couch but watched as she fed little Laila. Val looked more like a big sister than a mother. I knew she was at least in her early twenties, but compared to me – I suppressed a shudder –she was still a child.

There was no way I could let her repay me later, but even as I thought it, I knew I'd have trouble holding myself to that.

LAILA IS DOWN FOR A nap, finally, Val said, plopping down next to me on the couch.

She was wearing lipstick and mascara – I noticed that they'd been recently applied. Her hair was no longer pulled back in a ponytail; it fell free over her shoulders in rich caramel tones. A strand of hair covered her left eye as she looked over at me. Dark lines highlighted her eyes now, bringing out the flecks of green mixed in with the golden color of her eyes. She looked at me, a soft smile touching her lips.

So are you staying in with us this afternoon? she asked.

I probably had somewhere I could go. Somewhere I should go – somewhere I wouldn't be tempted by Val's flirtations. At one time, that place would be the clubhouse. But these days, I was avoiding Bates and couldn't go there. I could go out to a bar and drink the day away, but unless I went somewhere new and pretty far