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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)

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Ronan “Rebel” Blackwood had seen enough of his club brothers fall hard and fast to know Clara Winslet was his the second she crashed into him. The Hounds’ enforcer decided right then that the sassy woman was getting his patch.
Clara never expected Rebel to show up at her family farm night after night, locking the place down tight and stealing her heart in the process. But when danger creeps too close, Rebel will burn through anything standing between him and keeping Clara safe

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REBEL

The Hounds of Hellfire MC clubhouse was filled with relief when we returned, the tension from earlier finally giving way to laughter and easy camaraderie. My muscles were still taut from the confrontation we’d just come from, my hands flexing instinctively as the adrenaline slowly faded. I stood slightly apart, observing quietly as my brothers spread through the space, each drawn toward their women like magnets, the embraces that followed unmistakably possessive.

The comfortable intimacy between the couples created a sense of envy in my chest. Not that I’d admit it out loud. It had been a damn long time since I’d let myself think about settling down or wanting someone that close.

Ace, our treasurer, moved immediately toward Poppy, his stride swift and purposeful. The intensity in his eyes told anyone watching exactly how much he needed to see her after what we’d just handled. We’d eliminated the threat against her, and I could only imagine his relief.

He caught her face in his big hands and kissed her deeply, unapologetic about his claim as he pulled her tight against him. Our president, King, approached them, a tiny lift at the corners of his mouth as he handed over the leather property vest he’d probably had for weeks. Ace had made it clear that Poppy was it for him right after they met.

Poppy’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with pure happiness as Ace settled the vest over her shoulders. It was impossible not to notice the way they looked at each other—raw, fiercely protective, and completely in love.

My gaze drifted slightly to the left, and every muscle in my body suddenly locked tight. Standing beside Poppy was a woman I’d never seen before, but in a single breath, she owned every ounce of my attention. A strange, possessive heat rolled through me as I took her in.

Thick chestnut hair was loosely braided and hung over one shoulder. The low lighting in the lounge was just bright enough to catch copper highlights threaded through the strands. She had the kind of curves that made my pulse spike hard. Her lush hips were wrapped in worn jeans that hugged her like they were made just for her. A simple flannel shirt was knotted loosely at her waist, accentuating those curves and drawing my attention exactly where it shouldn’t linger in public.

She wasn’t just beautiful, she was fucking captivating. Her skin was kissed by the sun, a delicate warmth that made my fingers itch to touch. She seemed completely unaware of my eyes tracking her every move. Her smile was bright and effortlessly radiant as she spoke with Poppy, her eyes dancing with animated laughter as she admired the newly presented vest. She had no idea I was watching, completely oblivious to the possessive heat coiling through me with every passing second.

The intensity of my reaction caught me completely off guard. As I watched her, that unexpected longing tightening my chest wasn’t envy anymore. It was something deeper, more primal—a fierce, instinctive recognition that she belonged to me.

She took a step back and bumped directly into my chest. Instinctively, my hands shot out to grip her arms, steadying her. Heat sparked through my fingertips at the contact, catching me off guard. When she spun around, those amber eyes met mine, wide and startled for a brief second before her full, pouty lips curved into a bright smile that sent another shock wave straight to my groin.

“Oops! Sorry about that.” Laughter bubbled beneath her voice as her gaze moved over me, curiosity and surprise clear in those mesmerizing eyes.

I managed a stiff nod, but words failed me. A brooding scowl tugged automatically at my features, masking the turmoil inside me. As my stare swept slowly over her face, the subtle flush on her cheeks, the curve of her neck, and those lush curves, I couldn’t hold back the muttered curse under my breath. “Fucking hell.”

Her smile faltered slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion as she turned back to Poppy and rolled her eyes in amused frustration. “I can’t imagine what it would be like to belong to one of these guys.”

Something possessive snapped inside me, instantly accepting what my body already knew—she was mine. Before I even realized what I was doing, the words were growling out of me, low and rough with irritation. “You’ll know soon enough.”

She whipped around to face me again, her hands landing firmly on those curvy hips, her chin lifting stubbornly as her brows rose. The defiance in her stance sent another hot rush of desire through me, nearly stealing my breath. “Pardon?”

I didn’t answer right away as my eyes held hers for a long, tense moment. I was acutely aware of Ace’s gaze on us, and the surprised silence that had fallen over the others nearby. But I was too caught up in this overwhelming certainty to care.

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Ace (Hounds of Hellfire MC #10) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/ace-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-10-read-online-fiona-davenport Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:14 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/ace-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-10-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)

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Colter “Ace” Maddigan didn’t gamble on anything he couldn’t control. Until a bubbly compliance assistant crashed into the grumpy biker’s world and rewrote the odds. Now the Hounds treasurer was all in.
Poppy Fairbanks always thought she was too much, but Ace acted like she’s exactly what was missing from his life. And when Poppy ended up in someone’s crosshairs, Ace was more than ready to show them how far he’d go to protect his woman

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ACE

The rhythmic sound of my fingers flying across the keyboard was soothing. I leaned back slightly in my leather chair, my gaze fixed intently on the three screens arranged in front of me. The soft glow illuminated the scattered piles of paperwork that littered my heavy oak desk, each stack representing a prospective new member of the Hounds of Hellfire MC.

I paused to roll my shoulders, easing the stiffness from hours spent digging through every detail of the prospects’ financial histories. It was tedious but necessary. One of my roles as the club’s treasurer meant I wasn’t just responsible for our money but also ensuring every man we brought into our inner circle was financially clean, with no ties that could compromise our operations.

We’d always required background checks on anyone looking to prospect. But after we’d discovered a mole among them a couple of years ago, our president had our resident tech genius, Wizard, and me do deeper dives into each of them.

We were a family—not by blood but by choice. And whether or not we were single, we weren’t reckless bachelors living in a clubhouse circus. There were no club bunnies, no messy drama. This wasn’t a frat house; it was a home.

The club wasn’t always like this, though. More than two decades ago, the Hounds had a reputation for the patches being assholes with no respect for anyone and for crossing lines way past the gray zone. But shit had been cleaned up long before King patched, which was shortly before I prospected and earned my full rocker. When King became our president over seven years ago, I earned the office of treasurer and began building the financial backbone that enabled us to operate like a fortress.

Now, anyone hoping to patch had to earn our confidence before they could wear the colors. We had to know that we could entrust them with our lives and those of our families. Not to mention the details of our less-than-legal endeavors.

The Hounds of Hellfire MC could easily be seen as a group of outlaws, but we were far from the stereotypical chaotic biker gangs portrayed on TV. Sure, we operated outside conventional laws—leveraging connections, authority, and carefully placed donations to navigate around an imperfect legal system. But our brand of justice, which sometimes included violence, was precise and purposeful. Controlled until necessary. And even then, calculated rather than cruel.

Loyalty and honor weren’t just words stitched into our cuts—they were principles etched into the marrow of our bones. Any breach of the code, especially concerning women or children, was dealt with swiftly and permanently.

We had many legal businesses that kept the MC flush when combined with my wicked financial skills. However, our core business involved identity erasure and relocation—making people disappear into new lives. The operation was a good source of income, though in some cases we didn’t require payment. But those scenarios were closely guarded secrets to avoid having to deal with too many assholes with sob stories trying to get something for nothing.

Sighing, I reached for my coffee mug. The ceramic was cool against my fingertips, a disappointing reminder that it had gone untouched for far too long. The bitter taste lingered on my tongue as I took a sip and grimaced. Cold and stale—just like the rest of my fucking afternoon.

A soft ping echoed from the central monitor, and my attention snapped to the alert. A frown creased my forehead as I leaned in, my eyes scanning the series of tiny micro-probes hitting our shell companies. My gut tightened. It wasn’t theft since none of the transactions had attempted to move money, but the pattern was clear. Someone was testing our reaction times and mapping our financial perimeter.

“Son of a bitch,” I muttered, reaching up to run a hand through my hair. I traced the probe’s trail, quickly connecting it back to a regional compliance firm downtown. One of the few businesses in Riverstone not directly owned or managed by the club. The building was ours, but the company was a tenant. They had always seemed harmless enough. Apparently, not anymore.

My jaw tightened as I watched another micro-probe flicker across the screen, pinging lightly against one of our carefully shielded accounts. Not invasive. They were just testing our boundaries.

It pissed me off—like someone deliberately tapping their finger on glass, just to see if the thing behind it would react.

Honestly, the probe would most likely have been missed by anyone who wasn’t me. And it irritated me that they thought they could get this shit past me.

I’d earned my road name before I ever started handling the club’s finances.

As a prospect, I’d cleaned out plenty of the patched members in underground poker games without raising my pulse. I could count cards blindfolded, calculate odds mid-hand, and read betting patterns like spreadsheets.

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Tomcat (Hounds of Hellfire MC #9) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/tomcat-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-9-read-online-fiona-davenport Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:33:40 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/tomcat-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-9-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)

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Keegan “Tomcat” Connelly didn’t lose control. Not in the air or with women. As a fighter pilot and aerospace consultant, precision was his currency.
Linden Holbrook never meant to uncover anything dangerous. But while archiving old flight records, she found discrepancies tied to her brother’s deadly crash. Tomcat stepped in to protect Linden and fell for her faster than a jet breaking the sound barrier

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TOMCAT

The tarmac stretched out in front of me, shimmering faintly under the relentless Georgia sun. The oppressive heat clung stubbornly to every surface. I stood beside a prototype jet, running my palm over its smooth composite surface, feeling for anything out of place. I’d been a consultant while the airplane was being designed. So I knew the curves and lines of this aircraft as intimately as my own hand, every panel and rivet burned into my memory.

Aviation was what I’d lived for since I was a kid. When it became clear that I was an accelerated learner and would graduate from high school at sixteen, my dad pressured me to fast-track my education and join the Navy. Rear Admiral (Ret.) James Connolly was highly decorated and very old-school. Luckily for him, it had been my plan all along.

I went to college and earned my bachelor’s in aerospace engineering before I turned eighteen. Then I joined the Navy, where I also earned my master’s and PhD.

My mind worked faster than most people’s, and the military gave me the structure to sharpen it into something lethal. I excelled in tactical planning and execution, high-risk operations and retrieval, and advanced weapons proficiency.

At twenty-five, I had been invited to attend the Navy Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor program, or Top Gun, as it was more commonly known.

The combination of my education and experience gave me the skills to become more than just a pilot. I was a problem solver. Eventually, I started contributing to the design and testing of multiple aircraft platforms. When I left the Navy ten years later, I didn’t leave the sky behind—because nothing else gave me the same clarity. I brought my skills somewhere I thought loyalty mattered more than rank. As a civilian contractor, I consulted on aircraft design and served as a test pilot for experimental aircraft.

This jet was a prototype for the classified defense contractor, Aegis Aerospace Systems. It was a sleek machine with cutting-edge stealth tech, custom-built for precision maneuvers and experimental weapons systems. It had become my responsibility to know her better than anyone else. But as my fingers moved along the cool metal, something tugged at the edge of my awareness, drawing my attention across the tarmac toward something far softer and far more captivating than a machine could ever be.

A woman was walking along the edge of the flight line, careful to stay out of the designated safety zone and following the rules to the letter. Her steps were measured, almost cautious, like someone who didn’t want to be noticed. But it wasn’t working.

She stood out, not just because of the way her honey-brown hair caught the light or the bright flats she wore. She looked entirely out of place in an environment built for unforgiving machinery.

My gaze tracked her automatically, cataloging details as she approached the hangar-side admin building. Her long hair was loose around her shoulders, glinting like polished amber in the sun. Her pale, pretty face was dusted with freckles across a delicate nose and cheekbones. She surveyed her surroundings with careful curiosity, and her bright green eyes widened slightly.

I’d been around women my whole adult life, seen beautiful ones more times than I could count. But none had ever made my pulse spike the way this one did. Her curves were lush, her soft hips rounded beneath a simple cardigan and jeans. She just needed a pair of glasses, and she’d put the sexy librarian cliché to shame. My body tightened involuntarily, my cock thickening and pressing uncomfortably against the front of my flight suit.

What the fuck?

I had a reputation for control and discipline that made pilots and operators uneasy in my presence. I had no other choice. One moment of distraction—a single slip-up or missed detail—could be the difference between life and death.

My mind and body obeyed me without question—until now. Here I was, watching this woman cross the airfield, and suddenly, every muscle in my body was on high alert. I had no right to feel protective of her. No reason to feel possessive over a woman I didn’t even know. Yet I did.

She paused at the edge of the marked path, clutching a folder to her chest as she stared at my plane with awe. It was ridiculous, but I felt a little burst of pride at the way she was admiring my new bird.

As she stepped forward, the toe of her bright shoe snagged on a chock line stretched across her path. My heart jumped in my chest as she pitched forward, her eyes widening, the folder flying from her hand.

I moved without thought, crossing the space faster than I realized I could. My arms came around her just before she hit the concrete, her body pressed tight against mine. A small sound left her lips, breathless and startled. The scent of her filled my senses— something soft, floral, and faintly sweet.

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Kevlar (Hounds of Hellfire MC #8) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/kevlar-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-8-read-online-fiona-davenport Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:32:27 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/kevlar-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-8-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)

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Lucas “Kevlar” Knox was built to take the hits so others didn’t have to. As the Hounds of Hellfire’s SGT at Arms, his focus was keeping danger where it belonged—far away from his club and civilians in their territory. Like Maren Whitlock.

Maren’s life was simple until one shift at the diner made her unforgettable to the wrong people. Drawn to his quiet authority, she found comfort in Kevlar’s protection. Once he decided Maren was his, nothing could touch her

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MAREN

“Have a good night,” Jerry, one of my regular customers, called as he walked toward the door.

I beamed a smile at him. “You too.”

I enjoyed my last job as a hostess, but I was so glad I took this new one as a server at The Fuel & Flame Diner. Tips were a big boost to my income, and I really liked the late-night shifts. They were slower but paid well because my customers appreciated that we were still open.

One of the other servers had told me during my first week that the only better shift was weekend breakfast. Pure chaos, but worth it. You earned more, but you also busted your butt for it from what she’d said. After a month of experience, I still didn’t feel ready to juggle so many tables at once while under pressure to turn them over quickly.

“Order up!”

I changed direction to grab a plate from the pass-through window. “Thanks, Mark.”

The dinner rush had thinned out hours ago, leaving only a handful of occupied booths. I headed toward the one in my section. “Here’s your short stack with a side of bacon. Extra butter and syrup.”

“Thanks.”

I snagged the coffee from behind the counter and moved between tables on autopilot, refilling an empty cup. Then I started a fresh pot and wiped my hands on my apron, glancing at the clock above the pass-through. Still a couple of hours until my shift ended.

I leaned against the counter for a moment while the coffee brewed, and my mind drifted the way it always did when things slowed down. I tried to guess how much I’d make tonight, thought about the chores I needed to do at home, and wondered whether I’d finally pick a direction soon. Maybe community college, or I could start putting some of my tips in a jar to save for a vacation since I’d always wanted to travel.

I didn’t mind that my life was simple. Work, home, sleep. Repeat. There was something grounding about the rhythm my life had settled into. But I still found myself hoping for a little excitement from time to time.

The bell above the door chimed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced up automatically, reaching for the menus as they stepped inside.

“Welcome to The Fuel & Flame Diner.”

The four men didn’t return my greeting, not even with the casual chin lift most guys managed. They just stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind them.

Nothing about them stood out. They wore clothes that didn’t draw the eye, paired with black boots.

I added, “Sit wherever you like.”

They finally nodded and started toward the booths along the windows, taking the one nearest the door, which was in my section.

A four-top was good for tips, so I headed straight over with the menus. Dropping them on the table, I smoothed my apron and smiled. “Hi, I’m Maren. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you something to drink?”

The man closest to me looked up and muttered, “Just water.”

After getting three grunts in agreement, I murmured, “Will do,” and stepped away.

They weren’t the friendliest group of guys, but I’d had plenty of grumpy customers who appreciated my sunny nature by the time they finished their meal. So I put some extra pep in my step as I brought their waters back to the table.

“There you go.” I fixed my smile in place as I pulled the notebook and pen out of my apron. “What can I get y’all to eat?”

The same guy ordered for them all again. “Four double cheeseburgers. The works, with fries.”

“Great choice. Our burgers are the best thing on the menu.” I tucked away my order pad since that was easy to remember. “The only way to make it better is to add cheese sauce for the fries.”

“Sure, four of those too,” he agreed.

I amped up the wattage on my smile. “I’ll bring your order out as soon as it’s ready.”

Whirling around, I headed toward the pass-through window. “Four double cheeseburgers with the works, fries, and cheese sauce on the side, please.”

“Got it. I’ll get that right up for you.”

“Thanks, Mark.”

I dropped the check off at my only other table and swiped their card at the register after they handed it to me. By the time they left, Mark let me know the burgers were ready.

Balancing the plates, two in each hand, I headed toward the booth. I was careful as I set them down, sliding them in front of each of the men. “Here you go. Let me know if you need any condiments other than the ketchup, mustard, and hot sauce already on the table.”

“Mayonnaise,” one of the men requested.

“Be right back with that.”

I went back to the pass-through window. “Can I get a side of mayonnaise, please?”

“Sure thing.”

He scooped some into a ramekin and slid it across to me.

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Onyx (Hounds of Hellfire MC #7) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/onyx-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-7-read-online-fiona-davenport Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:26 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/onyx-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-7-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)

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Reeve “Onyx” Pierce spoke through ink, not words. As the quiet force behind Hellbound Studio, he’d built a reputation on blackwork that didn’t fade and loyalty that didn’t bend. He’d never wanted anything that wasn’t worth keeping forever.
Elena Dane was young, brilliant, and gifted in ways she didn’t yet understand, but she trusted the wrong man. Onyx saw the threat immediately, and once he decided Elena was his to protect, there was no undoing the claim

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ELENA

Even from outside, I could hear the faint buzz of tattoo machines layered beneath low voices and music. I paused on the sidewalk longer than necessary, my sketch portfolio tucked against my chest.

Hellbound Studio wasn’t a walk-in shop. The Hounds of Hellfire MC owned it. Actually, they owned most of Riverstone, GA, where I currently lived.

They didn’t advertise for customers because they didn’t need to. The chairs were never empty. And open spots for artists were filled by word of mouth. I was beyond lucky to have met Ink and Annika DeLuca at a showing at Belladonna Gallery, the largest art gallery in Atlanta. The art hadn’t been a style I enjoyed much. Abstract expressionism that relied on chaos without order beneath it all had never been my thing. But striking up a conversation with Ink and his wife had made the time spent there more than worthwhile.

It had taken all of my courage to mention that I was interested in an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor, much to my mentor’s chagrin. Jareth Marks was a huge deal in the Atlanta art scene, but while he was interested in tattoos, he had no experience with them himself. My only option for getting the kind of expert guidance I needed was to look elsewhere. And Hellbound Studio was the best place to learn. Plus, it didn’t hurt that my apartment was in Riverstone, where they were located.

“You can do this,” I mumbled, my stomach fluttering with nerves.

I’d wanted this for too long to let fear win now, so I pasted on a confident smile I wasn’t feeling as I pushed the door open. I stepped into a world that fascinated me and found Ink waiting at the reception area.

He looked up the moment I stepped inside and chuckled. “Do you carry that sketchbook with you everywhere?”

Heat crept up my neck. “I—yeah. Pretty much.”

I shifted my grip, suddenly hyperaware of how out of place it must have looked at the exhibition at Belladonna Gallery. My parents would’ve hated that I’d brought it there. They’d always believed in dressing appropriately for every occasion, and a worn sketchbook didn’t fit their idea of respectable. They’d actually been supportive of my passion for art in the beginning, until I took it in a direction they didn’t approve of. No matter how intricate and beautiful, a daughter who was a tattoo artist would never fit with their image. So their disappointment wasn’t exactly new.

My mentor, Jareth, at least, had understood why I liked having my sketchbook close. Inspiration didn’t wait for convenient moments. And even with a memory that never failed me, I still preferred to get ideas down while they were fresh.

“I guess it paid off, though.” My smile was self-conscious. “I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t had it with me that night.”

He snorted. “You’re here because your art is fucking unreal. That sketchbook just made it obvious.”

“Thanks.” My blush deepened. “That means a lot coming from you.”

“Not sure why you look so surprised. You already earned your spot in that program you’re in.” He gestured around the studio. “This is just the next step if you want to take your art to the next level.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. Compliments still caught me off guard. Teachers had noticed my talent early, but no one ever quite knew what to do with it. Or how to explain it to my parents. They’d understood why I’d chosen a specialized art program over a traditional college, but transitioning to the human body as a canvas baffled them completely. It was putting a strain on our relationship that I wasn’t sure how to bridge.

“I definitely am.”

He stepped out from behind the counter, gesturing for me to follow. “Good. You wouldn’t last here long if you weren’t.”

As we walked, I took everything in. The steady buzz of machines blended into a rhythm that felt almost meditative. Sessions were done behind closed doors to maintain client privacy, but Ink opened a few so I could meet some of the artists.

The first guy barely glanced up from his station but offered a quick nod. The next grinned like he meant it. With Ink showing me around, no one questioned whether I belonged. The interactions were brief but easy. And somewhere along the way, the tightness in my shoulders eased.

We stopped near one of the open booths, and Ink turned back to me. “I want to evaluate your skill level on fake skin first. Get a sense of where you need improvement and techniques you haven’t learned. When I’m confident you can handle a giant, grumpy-ass biker, you’ll work on a client with supervision. Even after you're on your own, if you run into a stumbling block or they request something you don’t know how to do, no one will mind if you ask for help. We all want you to succeed.” He shot me a crooked smile. “We have a badass reputation to uphold.”

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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31778 (not accurate)
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Matteo “Ink” DeLuca was born into the Mafia, but he chose a motorcycle club family instead. He was no stranger to commitment, but he’d never made one to a woman…until he met Annika Lee.

Annika’s uncle was her only family. She never expected him to betray her. Or for the sexy tattoo artist to ride to her rescue

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PROLOGUE

INK

“Che bella bambina! Una principessa!” my mamma exclaimed, placing a hand dramatically on her chest. She gazed adoringly at the picture of the “princess” my aunt Bridget showed her on her phone.

The baby was Bridget’s grandchild, Luna, who had just turned one. Since Bridget was actually my cousin—despite being old enough to be my mother—that made Luna some kind of cousin too, but I had so many of those, I’d stopped keeping track of how we were related.

We were Italian…baby making was in our blood. Or so my mother kept telling me.

My cousin Rafa leaned toward me and murmured, “Wait for it…”

I winced, knowing he was right, and sure enough, right on cue, my mother’s watery eyes slid over to me.

“I would just love a grandbaby,” she sighed. The sound alone sent a full-blown guilt trip square in my direction. A special talent most Italian mothers seemed to possess.

“Mamma,” I muttered. “What exactly are Enzo and Valentina’s kids, if not grandbabies?” My older brother and his wife had six kids, for the love of Sant'Anna. The Patron Saint of Mothers and Fertility was plenty busy with them.

“They live all the way up in New York City, Matteo,” my mom responded with a sniff that was both sad and accusing at the same time.

“I’ll get to it eventually,” I grumbled. Though I seriously doubted it would be anytime soon.

She obviously knew me too well because she narrowed her eyes and snapped, “When?”

My mouth opened and closed a few times, and my eyes darted around, looking for an escape or help. Gavin, my sixteen-year-old brother, was grinning, and I glared, promising him retribution for enjoying my torture. At the head of the table, my stepfather, Alfonso, had his head down, seemingly focused on his food, but I could see the slight shake of his shoulders.

Almost twenty people were crammed into the dining room, and a little over half were men. The single guys were practically shrinking in their seats, trying to avoid being the next victim in the line of fire. And the married guys didn’t even try to disguise how amused they found the whole spectacle.

Even Bridget’s husband, Mac—the gruff president of the Silver Saints Motorcycle Club—who’d been like a second father to me and almost never smiled, had one corner of his mouth kicked up.

Bastards.

Finally, my eyes landed on Rafa, who sat next to me at the dinner table. My gaze slid away from him guiltily when I shrugged and said, “Rafa’s older than me. Why don’t you pester him about why he isn’t married and making babies?”

If we hadn’t been in my mom and stepfather’s house, I probably would have felt the barrel of his gun in my ribs. Luckily for me, he didn’t bring it to Sunday dinner. Well, not inside the house anyway.

“Traditore,” he grunted.

Couldn’t argue with that. I was definitely a traitor, but I’d do it again to save my own skin.

Aunt Giulia, Rafa’s mother, snorted and shook her head. “I’ve given up on Raffaele for grandbabies.”

“Perhaps I simply haven’t found the right woman,” Rafa groused.

“And you never will if you don’t stop working all the time and go on a date.”

“I date,” he defended himself half-heartedly.

“Taking your distant cousin to a charity ball last month hardly qualifies as a date, Rafa,” Gabbi, his younger sister, chimed in with a delighted expression.

“How would you know?” he rebutted with a scowl. “You don’t date.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and glowered, “I could if you didn’t scare away every man who even looks in my direction! And that’s only if they aren’t terrified by the last name DeLuca first.”

“Per amore di tutto ciò che è sacro,” Rafa sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

For the love of all that is holy is right, cuz. Where was a miracle when you needed one?

The doorbell interrupted the awkward moment.

Apparently, miracles still happened.

“I’ll get it!” I practically shouted as I jumped out of my seat, shoving Rafa down as he attempted to stand as well.

I raced to the door, yanked it open, and was relieved as fuck when I saw my brother and best friend, Onyx, standing on the porch. He wasn’t my brother by blood, we belonged to the same motorcycle club, the Hounds of Hellfire.

Although it wasn’t until we were adults, we’d met through Bridget since his dad was the much younger brother of her father, Pierce. Making my “family” tree even more convoluted, Pierce had once been the president of my MC and married to my dad’s sister, Laina…which was how I was related to Bridget.

It was confusing as fuck to anyone who wasn’t Italian. Or in the family. Even I struggled to keep it all straight sometimes.

Bridget encouraged me to focus on art in college and then suggested that I think about tattooing. I’d worked at a small shop in Atlanta for a while, then landed an apprenticeship with a highly prestigious tattoo studio in Atlanta.

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Ash (Hounds of Hellfire MC #5) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/ash-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-5-read-online-fiona-davenport Sun, 02 Mar 2025 13:35:55 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/ash-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-5-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Novella, Virgin Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)

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As the lawyer for the Hounds of Hellfire MC, Elias “Ash” Prescott III was usually a smooth talker. But his way with words failed him when it came to the sassy EMT who took care of his bullet wound.

Nora Stoll was not impressed when Ash asked her out the first time. Or when he stood her up after he finally talked her into a date. But when she’s taken by criminals in need of medical care, she knew Ash would come for her.

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PROLOGUE

ASH

“Son of a bitch!” I roared as I staggered backward, my shoulder on fucking fire. The bitch had shot me!

My club brothers, Wizard and Echo, disarmed her while I checked the wound. It wasn’t deep and probably only needed a few stitches, but the bullet was still lodged inside. The wound hurt like a motherfucker.

“Ash?” Echo called.

I tore off a strip of fabric from my shirt and pressed it over the hole in my arm to control the bleeding.

“The safety was off?” Cynthia shrieked at the top of her lungs, drowning out my response. Her voice was shaking with panic. “Oh, fuck. Did I kill him? Shit!”

Figured she’d freak the fuck out. Her real name was Jean, and she was the con artist, burglar, and gold digger we’d set up. She was a shrew but not a killer. I took sinister pleasure in the fact that she was listening to the sirens getting closer and terrified that she was gonna go down for murder.

I looked over at where Wizard and Echo had her restrained. Thankfully, despite being a tech genius, Wizard was tough as shit. Echo, a surveillance specialist, was also our Road Captain and as lethal as the rest of us.

She struggled like a lunatic—which didn’t seem that far off at this point—and screamed, “Let me go! I’ll kill you! Let me go, you bastards!”

“Ash!” Echo shouted again, demanding a response.

“Yeah, yeah. Just a fucking nick,” I grunted. It was bleeding pretty profusely, so the wound looked worse than it was. I dropped onto a chair in the living room that was open to the hallway, so I still had eyes on the action in case the guys needed an extra hand.

A relieved breath whooshed from Echo’s lungs, but then Cynthia’s elbow landed hard on his sternum.

I winced. Fucking ouch.

“Wiz…” he gasped, his eyes glazing over from a lack of oxygen. “Take…can’t…oh, fuck.” He tried to choke in some air unsuccessfully, then hit the floor.

Thankfully, Wizard had her in a fierce grip.

I couldn’t help barking out a laugh when Echo hit the floor. He was gonna get so much shit for that.

Cynthia was whining and spitting curses, making my head hurt. I was so fucking tired of being around her.

She was the head of a con ring who’d been taking people’s life savings. Unfortunately for her, one of her underlings had set his eye on Echo’s woman.

Messing with my MC, the Hounds of Hellfire, was stupid as fuck, but going after an old lady was signing your death warrant. She was lucky we’d decided to only ruin her and get her arrested. But we didn’t want her disappearance bringing heat down on us since her organization was pretty big.

King, our president, had talked me into playing the part of her next mark.

I was the club secretary and lawyer, but I’d been born into a very wealthy family. My father was a Texas politician, and my mother was more concerned with her status in society than her only child. With a platform heavily focused on family values, having a kid had been good for their image. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t exist.

They’d expected me to follow in their footsteps, which meant they were ecstatic when I decided I wanted to attend law school.

But I wasn’t interested in being their fucking puppet. So I’d worked my ass off to be a straight A student and got scholarships to cover my bachelor’s and law degree. I worked for anything I needed and didn’t take a single cent from them.

Obviously, they weren’t happy when I decided to work as a public defender, but they managed to “spin” it to make themselves look good.

That got shot to hell when I patched with the Hounds. I gained a real family, one where bonds were forged by something stronger than blood. It was just a perk that my parents cut me out of their life.

But my background was the perfect cover to get Cynthia’s attention.

We played up my role as the senator’s son—making it look like I’d simply been a recluse all the years since I dropped out of the media.

My brothers thought it was hysterical when my parents called, trying to reconnect. They’d thought I’d changed my tune and was returning to their society. Obviously, they wanted to take advantage of the situation or clean it up, depending on my motives. I told them to go fuck themselves and hung up.

I’d taken Cynthia to a black-tie charity event and let her record my voice, thinking she was creating a key to my safe without my knowledge. Then Echo had concocted a bullshit excuse about my dad being in the hospital to give me a reason to bolt.

I hadn’t been amused.

We staked out “my house” and waited for her to break into my server room and hack my bank accounts. While she transferred the funds—which were tagged so we could follow the money to all of her accounts and assets—we called the police.

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Echo (Hounds of Hellfire MC #3) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/echo-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-3-read-online-fiona-davenport Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:15:18 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/echo-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-3-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Novella Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 31
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Brodie “Echo” Fauks never expected to fall in love with a voice. Then he overheard Violet Kimball narrating a steamy scene in an audiobook while he was running surveillance on a conman who’s run afoul of the Hounds of Hellfire MC.

Violet’s creepy neighbor was the road captain’s target. When Echo discovered the guy had an interest in her, he came up with the perfect plan—pretend to be Violet’s boyfriend. At least until she realized their relationship was very real.

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ECHO

Surveillance could be boring as fuck, but I’d take tedium over the bullshit coming out of this asshole’s mouth any day.

Jeff—the asshole in question—laughed, the sound grating on my ears.

“She’s got a fat ass, but that just means more to hold on to when I fuck it.”

Anger stirred in my chest, and I clenched my fists, talking myself out of storming over there and beating the shit out of him.

Apparently, Jeff had taken a liking to his neighbor. Every time he talked about her, his disgusting words and tone made me feel like I needed a shower.

I’d never seen her, but from what he said, it sounded like she was sweet and innocent. I hated to think what this motherfucker would do to her if given the opportunity.

Jeff was a con man. He swindled women out of every dime they had. Although, how the smarmy shit managed that, I had no clue.

One of his victims had come to the Hounds of Hellfire, the motorcycle club I belonged to. We were in the business of helping people “disappear” for a fee, although we made exceptions from time to time, especially if the victim was running from an abusive spouse or assholes who were worse than Jeff.

In this case, Tina didn’t need to go on the run, but she’d come to us hoping we could recover her life savings and take down the scum who’d conned her.

Typically, we would have already dealt with him, but after listening to Tina’s account a few times and doing some research, it didn’t look like Jeff was calling the shots.

The president of my club, King, wanted to take down the whole operation, a decision we were all in agreement with.

Surveillance had been my specialty while serving in the Marines. I could pick up on things that others rarely heard, knew how to manipulate voices and noises to make them sound like anything we wanted to, and therefore, how to break them down to the original.

This was how I ended up in the apartment across the hall from Jeff’s, listening to all of his conversations for a hint of the next link in the chain.

After a few days of being forced to listen to his shit, I’d started to worry more about the neighbor—Violet Kimball, according to her lease.

So last night, I rigged up some equipment to allow me to listen to the hallway and her apartment as well. I didn’t put in cameras, tap her phone, or set up remote access to her electronics like I was working on for Jeff. But I wanted to make sure I would be alerted if he decided to pull any shit, and she needed rescuing.

Jeff hung up the phone—saving his life, for the moment—and from what I could hear afterward, it sounded as though he was getting ready to leave. Once he was gone, there was no reason for me to be listening to anything. A prospect was always on duty outside to give me a heads-up when the conman was coming and going.

However, I was curious…so I turned up the equipment I’d installed that covered the areas beyond Jeff’s apartment.

A low, sultry voice floated into my ears, and to my shock, my body stirred. I hadn’t felt any interest in a woman in years, physically or otherwise. A relationship wasn’t something I wanted, but I’d never been a hookup kind of guy. So the fact that I was responding to just a voice was bizarre.

My interest was piqued, so I turned up the volume dial and relaxed on the couch that I’d moved into the empty apartment so I would be comfortable during the hours of surveillance.

“Beau!” Violet cried out. “Oh, oh! Oh, yes! Beau! Beau!”

Bile rose in my throat, and a bitter taste saturated my mouth when I realized what I was hearing.

I was about to shut it off when her next words had me pausing.

Her voice shifted lower and took on a more masculine energy. “‘That’s it, sweet girl,’ I grunted. ‘Fuck. I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock. Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck!’”

What the hell?

“I curled my finger inside her and bit her clit, sending her into the stratosphere. Even though my orgasm had begun to ebb, hearing her set off another. This one was harder, and I had to shoot to my feet and lean over the desk so I wouldn’t collapse on the floor.

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Wizard (Hounds of Hellfire MC #3) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/wizard-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-3-read-online-fiona-davenport Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:35 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wizard-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-3-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Baylor “Wizard” Chadwick didn’t think he’d fall hard and fast for a woman like a few of his club brothers had recently done. Not until the Hounds of Hellfire tech expert saw Thea Drummond’s photo during a background check.

Thea didn’t trust Wizard’s motive when the biker asked her out. Too many guys assumed awful things about her because she was a steamy romance author. Wizard worked on breaking down her walls, but just as they started to grow close, someone else tried to stake their claim on Thea.

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WIZARD

Iended the call with my club brother and scanned the notes I’d taken during our conversation. Echo was on active surveillance for a ring of con men that the Hounds of Hellfire, my motorcycle club, was trying to take down. Apparently, the female neighbor had perfect access—at least, that was the story he was spinning—and he wanted me to do a background check. Possibly a deep dive if anything looked questionable.

Since I had several programs that basically ran on their own, they were searching for specific information about the thieves, which left me free to work on Echo’s request. Even though most of the background check was done by the computer, I always went through everything. When all was said and done, I would never believe that a robot was better than the human eye. Even if I designed it.

Violet Kimball. Twenty years old. Single. Audiobook narrator.

An audiobook narrator? That job could be a cover for many things, but that didn’t mean I would find anything else.

I pulled up her list of credits and noticed she’d done the majority of her work for a romance author, Thea Drummond. It was a beautiful name, and I wondered if it was real or a pen name. Curiosity got the best of me, so I started digging into Thea.

Despite the fact that I was supposed to be looking into Violet, I let the program run on her and focused on Thea. I was shocked when I looked at her address and realized she only lived about twenty minutes away in the next town over. I could have run into her and never even known it. But then, as a tech genius, I spent most of my time behind a screen…so maybe not.

She was twenty-two. Single. Never married. Went to a college a few hours from Riverstone, Georgia—the town where my MC was located—but dropped out between her junior and senior year when her independently published books began to make her enough money to write full-time.

Parents moved to Arizona when she was eighteen. She had an older sister, Cady. They didn’t appear to have a strong relationship since Thea’s phone records indicated they only spoke once or twice a year. And her travel had never taken her to Michigan, where Cady lived.

I continued to build a picture of her life story through all the facts I was compiling until I got a text, pulling me out of the little bubble I’d built around myself. After answering the message, I remembered Echo’s request and figured I should look into Violet before I got lost in Thea again.

While compiling her dossier, I pulled up one of her audiobooks and hit play.

Before long, I was sucked into the story. Until she reached a steamy scene, and the thought of listening to the Echo’s girl pretending to have sex made me flinch.

But I was too hooked on the story to stop reading, so I purchased the e-book on my computer and quickly found my spot.

Holy fuck.

After the first couple of paragraphs, I went back to the information I’d been gathering and found a picture of her. My lungs froze, and my body stirred when her face appeared on my screen.

Light blond hair hung in silky waves around her shoulders. Her forest-green eyes were fringed by dark lashes. She had an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones, a button nose, and full lips. Fucking gorgeous.

Her last report from her doctor said she was an average weight for her size. I couldn’t help noticing that some of that came from her generous tits. I glanced at her height and chuckled. She was only five foot two. At six foot four, I would tower over her, but I liked that it would make her so petite next to me. She would fit perfectly into the grooves of my body, and I could just carry her around. Or if she was being stubborn, I’d simply pick her up and put her where I wanted her to be.

With her picture in my head, I went back to reading. When the scene was done, I was sweating, and my pants were so tight it was almost painful. The couple on the pages had become Thea and me, making me ache to run my hands all over her body, kiss those pink lips, and feel her pussy squeezing my cock.

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Blaze (Hounds of Hellfire MC #2) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/blaze-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-2-read-online-fiona-davenport Tue, 28 Jan 2025 08:15:25 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/blaze-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-2-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Novella, Virgin Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Pax “Blaze” Driscoll was an expert on fires, but he never expected to fall for a woman in the middle of a flaming building. Especially not after she accidentally set fire to a Hounds of Hellfire MC warehouse.

Courtney Cartwright’s roommate disappeared without a trace after she stole from the wrong people. They’re out for blood…and Courtney is smack dab in their crosshairs. But Blaze will burn down the world before he lets anything happen to his woman.

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COURTNEY

After logging out of my banking app, I set my phone on the coffee table with a sigh. Sabrina had really done a number on me when she disappeared out of nowhere a month ago, only a day before our rent was due. My roommate had been acting a little off in the days leading up to when I last saw her. I hadn’t thought much about it because she’d never been the most dependable person.

Sabrina and I had been living together for almost two years, and in that time, she’d gone through six jobs and seven boyfriends. She’d been late with her half of the rent more often than not, but usually only by a few days. She’d always somehow pulled through in the end. Until now.

I didn’t make a ton of money as a bank teller, but I was good about setting some aside every paycheck. So I’d easily been able to cover her half last month. Doing it again would take my savings account lower than I liked, but I just transferred the funds because it wasn’t as though I had a choice and had no way to contact Sabrina.

With that done, I stood and headed into the kitchen to make a mug of hot chocolate. The weather was warm for April, but I didn’t care. Topped with a swirl of whipped cream that I had pre-frozen with a sprinkle of broken candy canes that I had left over from Christmas, it was my guilty pleasure. And with how bummed I was about the state of my bank account balance, I deserved something to cheer me up.

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t agree.

Someone pounded on my door just as I took my first sip of chocolatey deliciousness. Setting my mug on the kitchen counter, I was not happy.

I wasn’t expecting any visitors this morning, so whatever rude person thought it was okay to make so much noise this early in the day would get a piece of my mind. Only the words dried in my throat when I swung open the door and found three burly guys standing there.

Pressing my hand against my chest, I mumbled, “I think you’ve got the wrong apartment.”

“No, we don’t.” The tall, lanky man who pushed between two of them was the only one I recognized.

I hadn’t seen Sabrina’s boyfriend since about a week before she disappeared. I’d hoped that meant she and Jason broke up, which I’d been secretly rooting for because he was even worse than all of her other bad boyfriends. That was saying a lot since she had awful taste in men.

I glared up at him. “If you’re looking for Sabrina, she’s not here.”

“I know,” he growled, bumping past me to walk into the apartment.

The other guys followed him inside, and I had no desire to be behind closed doors with any of them. I was in my pajamas without socks or shoes on, my phone was in the kitchen, and my purse was hanging on the wall about five feet away from me, but I seriously considered making a run for it. My thoughts must’ve shown on my face because the man closest to me wrapped his hand around my upper arm and yanked me away from the door so he could close it.

I tried to pull my arm free from his grip, but he only tightened his hold on me until I stopped fighting. Wincing in pain, I muttered, “What do you want, Jason?”

“What Sabrina stole from me.”

My eyes widened as I gaped at him. My roommate was a lot of things, but I never would have thought she was the kind of person who’d rob someone, even a guy she was going to dump. “She took something from you? What?”

The biggest of the guys shot an angry look at Jason before answering my question. “Shit that belonged to our boss, not this idiot who shoulda known better than to mouth off to some chick.”

The man holding my arm nodded. “Yeah, the bitch wouldn’t have known there was anything to steal if you’d kept your trap shut.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Jason whined, his shoulders slumping. “I never thought Sabrina would do me dirty like that. I thought she loved me, man.”

The third guy, who hadn’t spoken yet, shook his head. “How in the hell are you still talking about that damn girl? I woulda thought the beatdown we gave you because of the shit she pulled would’ve knocked some sense into you.”

My gaze darted toward Jason, and I finally noticed the split in his brow and the bruise forming on his jaw. I’d been so distracted by the men with him when they pushed their way inside my apartment that I’d missed it before. Knowing that he’d been beaten up over whatever Sabrina stole from him ratcheted up my fear several notches—which was saying a lot since I was already freaked all the way out.

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