Authors: Alana Sapphire
Tags: #romantic suspense, #motorcycle club, #mc, #death dealers
Tempted
TEMPTED
DEATH DEALERS MC, BOOK 2
By: Alana Sapphire
Copyright 2015 Alana Sapphire
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons
living or deceased is entirely coincidental. Names, places, and
characters are fictitious or, if real, used fictitiously. The
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2015
Edited by Hot Tree Editing
Mom – thanks for not freaking out (too much).
Stacey, will the teasing ever end? ;) Your support and
encouragement mean the world to me. Love you both!
My girls Kay and Maria – words cannot express
my love and appreciation. Thank you for kicking my butt into
gear.
Lil boys! You know who you are. Yeah, yeah,
you’re all grown up now but you’ll always be “little” to me :)
Thank you for believing in me.
Becky and Kristin at Hot Tree Editing – Thank
you for your guidance and valuable advice.
Miguel, my human English-to-Spanish
dictionary, gracias, mi amigo!
Louisa, you are amazingly talented. Thank you
for my beautiful covers.
My beta readers – Cindy, Stacey, Shannon,
Sue, Kristina, and Camille – you rock!
To everyone who’s read Rock Hard and
Forbidden and messaged, emailed, tweeted, put a note in a bottle –
you have my undying appreciation. Thank you. I can’t say it enough.
THANK YOU.
My Hellhounds/warrior princesses – You’re all
amazing. #BewareTheHounds
Tempt
(Verb)
1. To cause someone to do or want to do
something even though it may be wrong, bad, or unwise
2. To entice to do wrong by promise of
pleasure or gain
Synonyms – persuade, convince, coax
***Gage***
Where we left off in Forbidden...
Damn. I don’t really like the kid but he
looked genuinely hurt when he found me and Raven together. Am I a
sick fuck because I’m relieved that he knows now? The only thing
is, we’re dealing with a double-edged sword. Raven’s devastated
because she’s done the one thing she’s been trying to avoid all
this time – hurt the boy. I can’t stand to see her like this.
“You’ll be okay, babe. I’m here,” I tell her
as I gently squeeze her hand.
She turns to me, eyes brimming with tears,
and it crushes me.
“Who’s Janet Presley?” She asks.
The fuck?
How does she know
Janet?
“Where did you hear that name?”
“Who is she?”
Who is she? Nobody. Just a woman who almost
ruined my fucking life. “Just some chick. She’s not important.”
I check the rear-view mirror and spot two
sport bikes riding alongside each other. I move closer to the
shoulder to allow them to pass but they stay behind me.
“What happened to her?” Raven’s voice brings
me back to the conversation.
“Nothing. She moved away a couple of years
ago.”
“Was she your girlfriend?”
Girlfriend?
“What? Hell no.”
Just talking about her is getting me fucked
up. She’s a part of the reason I don’t do girlfriends. Too much
fucking drama. I check the mirror again as I turn a corner and
notice that the bikers follow.
Are these fuckers tailing me
?
I slow down, they do, too. I take another turn, not on my route,
and they do the same.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“What is it?”
“Two bikes behind us. Been there for a
while.”
“So?”
“So? What bikers you know ride along
diligently through traffic?” I ask her.
“You think they’re following us?”
“Let’s see.”
I press on the gas and keep my eyes on the
mirror. They pull out from behind us but I notice one of them
reaching behind him. I’ve done that too many times to not recognize
what he’s doing.
“I think they’re going to pass us,” Raven
says.
No, they’re not. One of them pulls up to my
window, keeping pace with us. “Shit!”
“What is he doing?” Raven asks in a
panic.
The other fucker points a gun at her window
and I kick my ass into gear. Coming after me is one thing. Putting
Raven in danger? That’s a whole fucking avalanche of hurt for the
suicidal motherfucker who attempts it.
***Gage***
It’s funny the things that go through your
mind in dangerous situations. Some people say their lives flash
before their eyes. Some think about their regrets, things they
haven’t done. Some get scared shitless and don’t know what to do.
Others say they think about their loved ones. Me? I thrive on
danger and feel that much more powerful when I come out on top. I’m
always ten steps ahead, weaving my way out before my opponent even
realizes what’s going on. Tonight is different. Tonight, all I can
think about is the scared girl next to me, no regard whatsoever for
myself. Tonight, she’s the only thing on my mind. I need to keep
her safe, by any means necessary.
“Get down!” I shout.
I swerve right, bumping the rider on Raven’s
side of the car. She unbuckles her seat belt and drops down to the
floor, covering her head with her hands. Before I can get the guy
on my side, he fires a shot. It hits my window, the sound echoing
through the car.
Thank God for bullet-proof windows.
I floor
the gas pedal, trying to put some distance between us. Raven peeks
up at me, fear in her exquisite eyes.
“You’re gonna be fine,” I assure her. “Do you
trust me?”
She nods just as a bullet hits the
passenger-side window. The horn blares from a truck coming in the
opposite direction, and the rider on the right falls back and pulls
in behind us. The one on the left fires another shot, hitting my
rear view mirror.
Think, Gage, think. What would you do if she
wasn’t with you?
I’d take the fuckers down.
I need to get off the main road.
I
move over onto the shoulder and pass a few cars, but the bikers
follow right behind. If I don’t do something quickly, a lot of
people will get hurt. An access road comes into view, so I head in
that direction. A couple more shots hit the rear windshield. I
glance down at Raven, cowering on the floor. I need to end this
now.
I hit a hard right, take a few side streets,
and get a good lead on them. I know they won’t give up, though. I
press the button I have hidden under my seat and the secret
compartment on the dash opens.
“Whoa,” Raven says, eyes wide in wonder.
“Cool, huh?” I grab one of the unregistered
Glocks I keep in there and drop it in my lap, along with an extra
magazine. “Look, we can’t outrun them, so I need to get rid of
them. Just stay down, and I’ll get us out of here.”
“Fuck that. You got an extra one?”
She climbs back into her seat and grabs the
other Glock out of the dash. Shock turns into pride as she looks
over at me, a fire burning in her eyes.
“Okay. Let’s do this,” I say, more to myself
than her.
There’s an open field up ahead, so I race
toward it, turn in, and face the road. I turn the high beams on so
the fuckers can see us, then put my window down. She does the
same.
“On my cue, start firing. There are extra
mags in there.”
The bikers stop at the edge of the field, and
I rev the engine.
Come on, motherfuckers
. They sit there,
just waiting and watching. I rev the engine again and they take off
toward us. I shift into gear and press the gas.
“Now, babe!”
They fire a shit-storm of bullets which hit
the windshield and the grill. Raven fires at the guy on her side,
taking him down after four shots. I wait until the other is close
enough and fire one into his chest. He flies backwards, flopping to
the ground. I need to make sure they’re dead. I stop the car and
turn to her, taking her hand. She’s breathing heavily, but she
doesn’t seem scared anymore. She stares into my eyes, waiting.
Waiting for me to tell her our next move. She trusts me to get us
out of this shit, and I will. “Get into the driver’s seat and lock
the doors. Anything happens to me, you drive away. Got it?”
“What? I’m not leaving you!”
Fuck me.
Each day that passes, she
looks more and more like the perfect woman. I crush my lips to hers
then pull back reluctantly. “Just do as I say,” I command while
grabbing my flashlight from the glove compartment.
I hop out and listen for the click of the
locks. The moment I hear it, I move slowly toward the biker I shot,
listening to the two shitheads groaning. Make that one; one of them
goes quiet. I find the one I shot, but he’s done for. I put another
bullet in him anyway before I head to the opposite side and find
the other fucker. Damn. All Raven’s shots connected – one in the
stomach and three in the chest. The girl is good. I crouch down and
remove his helmet. He coughs, blood dripping out of his mouth. “Who
sent you?”
“F…fuck…you.”
“Fuck me? Nah. Fuck you, motherfucker.” I put
a bullet in his neck and watch as the life drains from his eyes.
“Fucker.”
I head back to the car and Raven jumps out
and into my arms.
Fuck, she feels good.
I hold her to me
tightly, thanking God she’s safe. I don’t know what I would have
done if she’d been hurt. Or worse.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You good?” I ask as I toss the
flashlight onto the back seat.
She nods, her head bouncing up and down
emphatically.
I need to get her out of here.
I pull out my
phone and dial Razor.
“Prez,” he answers.
“I need clean-up…and a ride. Bring the
trailer, too.”
“Got it. Where?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue. Have Tek track
the Mustang.”
“Got it.”
“And clear out the clubhouse. Members only.”
I hang up and look down at the girl still clutching me tightly.
“You never stop surprising me.”
She gazes up at me, and I brush a kiss on her
lips. How many women would have done what she did? Not a lot of
men
would have stepped up like that. I lean against the car
and just hold her, stroking her hair as I stare up at the night
sky. Her words play on a loop in my mind.
I’m not leaving
you.
And I don’t believe she would have, either. I think she
would have gone down with me if it had come to that. Shit. This is
exactly why I don’t keep women around, why I keep a revolving door
on my bedroom. Any woman of mine would be an easy target. Is that
what I’m doing to Raven? Am I turning her into a target? I know I’m
a selfish son-of-a-bitch, but I want her too much to let her go.
I’ll keep her safe. If I have to become her personal bodyguard then
so be it. If anyone wants to get to her, they have to go through
me.
