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Authors: Amo Jones
Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3
Amo Jones
Tainted Love
Sinful Souls MC Book Three
By Amo Jones
Copyright 2015 Amo Jones
This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Note: This story is not suitable for persons under the age of 18 as
it contains strong sexual content and explicit language. This book also contains upsetting content, which may set off triggers for some people.
*If the word “Fuck” offends you, please don’t read this book.
Welcome to the messed up and broken world of Kalie-Rose Reynolds and Ade Nixon.
Book design and formatting by
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Editing by
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Cover design by Amo Jones
Cover image Bigstock Photo
Copyright 2015
Kalie-Rose is ‘that’ girl.
She’s ‘that’ girl who calmed the storm which was held within Ade Nixon.
She attained the unattainable.
She silenced his demons with her innocence.
Ade Nixon is the Vice President of Sinful Souls MC. With his Hulk-like body covered in tattoos, piercings, and don’t give a fuck attitude. He screams, “I’ll suffocate you in your sleep.” And he would.
Kalie-Rose is a popular dancer living in Hollywood Hills, she dances for some of Hollywood’s elite in their music videos. After giving Ade her virginity on a silver platter two years ago, a wedding brings them back together; even if only for a short amount of time.
To all my alpha loving addicts, may this give you the hit that you crave.
Simon
—My partner in crime, the Clyde to my Bonnie, and the love of my life. I could not have done all of this without your undying support. You have been the truth to my words and my number one critic. I love you so much, and I cherish the moments you have had to (at times) take up both roles, as mother and father while I locked myself up in my writing cave. I love you -
Always and Forever
.
My four little people
—My four little critters who are the light of my life. They have tolerated at times a moody mother when all I wanted to do was write, but they enjoy all my guilt gifts and privileges once I’m finished a book, though. So it’s a win-win.
Isis Te Tuhi
—Thank you for always being the ear to my troubles, for going through the emotional rollercoasters of all these stories with me, you are my caramel soul sister.
The one and only, Mrs. R.F.
Kaylene Osborn
—My lovely editor, thank you for all that you do. You’re more than my editor, you always go above and beyond with helping me through whatever I may need. I appreciate you and all that you do so much.
My Readers
—My beautiful readers, I love you all. Keep reading and keep writing those reviews. Each of you has contributed to me pushing through my rough patches. You make it all worth it, each and every one of you.
The Bloggers
—Thank you to all the lovely bloggers who have been there from day one, and the new ones who have just started reading my stories now and sharing your honest reviews. You are all amazing and I thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives to read my book. I hold the utmost respect for you.
Lastly, thank you to all who have had to endure my yapping as I got excited about a plot in one of my books and all I wanted to do was talk about it. I know I talked your ears off,
so thank you
.
I attempt to open my eyes, but they refuse to open. All I feel is the pounding in my head.
Boom, boom
.
Where is that sound coming from? Where am I?
I try to open my eyes again, this time succeeding. Everything is black.
“What the fuck,” I mumble.
I think over my jumbled thoughts, trying to think of the last thing I remember.
“Vicky’s wedding,” I whisper.
“Kal? Kal, is that you?”
“Alaina?” I gasp in shock.
“It’s me, babe,” she quietly replies, her voice hoarse and dry.
I attempt to move off the bed, but I feel like an anchor is weighing me down. Using all my strength, I push myself up and stand off the bed, only to fall to the ground when my legs give way.
“Fuck!” I scream out in frustration.
“Shhh Kal, if they hear you they’ll come back.”
I begin crawling across the cold hard concrete floor.
“Alaina? How long have we been here?”
“I don’t know. You’ve been out for a few days. I lost count. I’d say a week, maybe more.”
I pause my shuffling. “How have I been asleep for a week?”
“They’ve been drugging us with something. More you than I. They found me fascinating, being Zane’s old lady.”
Continuing my shuffling, I keep my hands feeling around in front of me. Feeling cold chains, I follow them up until they lead me to one of Alaina’s hands. They are cold and stiff, she feels like death. I keep feeling around her until she winces.
“What did they do to you, Lain? Who are they?”
She pulls her arm out of my grasp. “It’s going to be okay, we just have to be strong until the boys arrive.”
The metal door swings open and a dark shadow looms. I swallow down and look at Alaina. Now there’s light shining through the doorway, I can see her.
I wish I didn’t.
I wish I never looked her way.
My stomach coils over, as little more than bile spews out of my mouth.
