Replacing Harley

By Lila Fox

Harley spent months trying to get away from her abusive boyfriend. The last time he got his hands on her, she knew he wouldn’t stop beating her until she died—until Rage showed up. He took her back to the club to be cared for, and she found out she fit right in. A bonus was her feelings for Rage. But something unforeseen happened that took her away, and when she came back, she thought she’d lost him.

Rage thinks Harley was fated to be with the club because of her name alone. He tries to heal her heart and ends up losing his when she has to leave suddenly with no promise to return. His mistake was trying to replace her with another woman, which might cost him and the club.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight
• Release date: Dec 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9780369507419

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Copyright© 2022 Lila Fox

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0741-9

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

REPLACING HARLEY

Devil’s Sons MC, 8

Lila Fox

Copyright © 2022

Chapter One

Harley in a van and held the side of her face where Eric, her supposedly ex-boyfriend, had just viciously slapped her. In the past, she tried to break up with him a few times, but he always found her and beat her. This time was worse. This time he was out of control.

Eric, stop! she begged.

You fuckin’ whore. I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you just did what I asked.

Eric’s face was a deep red, a vein was sticking out of his forehead, and he was yelling so loud spit was flying out of his mouth. She’d seen him angry before but not to this level.

I do. I’ve always done what you’ve told me to do, Harley said.

The look on his face scared her enough to try to make a run for it. She jumped from the van Eric drove and took a few steps. She didn’t get very far before Eric threw her up to the side of the van and started hitting and kicking her.

"Eric, stop!" she screamed.

God, how did her life end up like this? She tried blocking as many hits as possible but was already tired.

When she thought she was going to die, Eric was pulled from her, and she slid to the ground and held her face.

She cringed when a hand touched her shoulder.

Hey, lady, we’re here to help you.

She blinked and looked up at one of the scariest men she’d ever seen. Her eyes widened, and she whimpered.

He lightly held her arm. Easy. I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s get you into our truck. My brother is taking care of that asshole.

Harley looked to see Eric on the ground crying out as a man as big as the one next to her beat the shit out of him.

Let’s get you up.

The man helped her to her feet. What’s your name? he asked.

Harley.

The man laughed. No shit. That’s a cool name. My name is Rage.

Her eyes looked up at him as he was walking her across the parking lot of the grocery store. That’s an unusual name, she said.

He chuckled. I get that a lot. Let’s get you in.

He opened the back door of the truck and lifted her in. Hey, Mama, I got the girl.

Harley looked at the pretty woman in the front seat who was turned to her. She saw the kindness in her expression. The woman reached out for her hand, and she gladly took it.

Oh, God. We’ll get you taken care of.

Hey, Mama. Guess what her name is? Rage said.

What?

Harley. Rage laughed.

The woman in front smiled. It’s destiny.

Is there anything in the van that you want? Rage asked Harley.

Yes. I have my things in a few sports bags and my purse in front.

I’ll be right back. Rage closed the door and walked away.

By the way, my name is Tara.

I’m so thankful you guys showed up. I think he was really going to kill me.

I’m so glad we were here, Tara said.

Can I ask why you guys laughed at my name? Harley asked.

We’re a motorcycle club called the Devil’s Sons here in town. The guys don’t ride anything except Harleys.

Harley’s stomach twisted. Maybe she was better off with Eric.

Please don’t worry, Tara said. They would never hurt you.

Harley nodded and then flinched.

Tara handed her some tissues to wipe the blood on her face.

We’ll take care of you at home.

Harley looked to see what the other guys were doing and saw both standing over Eric’s prone body. Rage had her bags.

Is he dead? Harley asked.

Tara snorted. No. They wouldn’t chance being arrested for that slimeball.

Harley smiled and then cringed when her split lip stretched.

Harley jerked when the front door and then the other back door opened. Rage slid into the backseat and set her bags behind them.

How are you doing? Rage asked.

I’m doing better. I can’t thank you guys enough.

Harley heard Tara ask the man if he was hurt and a deep voice from the front seat said, I can’t believe you just asked me if I was okay, woman.

Tara laughed.

You’re going to get your butt beat for that, babe.

Harley stiffened until she saw the look in the other woman’s eyes.

Rage touched her arm. He would never hurt her. That’s Traeger. He’s our vice prez, and Tara is his woman.

Harley didn’t understand that, but she nodded and relaxed against the seat. She was so tired. Tired of fighting and tired of running. When was Eric going to stop? She guessed the only way he’d stop was when one