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  Forgiven

  Part 4

  Star Crossed MC Lovers

  By

  Sierra Rose

  Copyright © 2016 by Sierra Rose

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  Other books by Sierra Rose:

  Rebecca is an aspiring actress. While at a fancy cocktail party, the socialites begin to pick on her. And that’s when she claims she’s dating the billionaire host of the party. When he goes along with it, Rebecca is in shock. And when this billionaire offers her a proposition she can’t say no to, she dives straight in.

  Jenna Harks left Goldman Sachs. Left the two hundred thousand starting salary on the table. She left to make her name with something bigger, better. Even if it did mean starting out as a low-level assistant without recognition or the chance of dental. But when mistaken identity gives Jenna the job of her dreams, she isn’t sure what to make of it. She knows she has the skills and determination, that’s for sure. So she rises to the challenge.

  There is Michael Larchwood, younger son of the legendary Abe Larchwood. Second heir to the keys of the castle. He was also a notorious playboy who flirts with Jenna. The thing is, not only does the company have a zero tolerance policy toward inter-office fraternization, but Michael was well known for flouting those rules. At least four women in the last two years were fired after being seen leaving his apartment, and Jenna was in no way interested in making that list.

  And then there’s the serious brother, Thomas Larchwood, who is a brilliant financial tactician and the youngest person ever to be named on Forbes most influential people’s list. All that and he was only a few years older than Jenna.

  The more Michael flirts with Jenna, the more Thomas takes notice. Both brothers are off limits. But during this Christmas season, one of them steals her heart.

  She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back…with a vengeance.

  BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8m9f7JDzk

  Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance.

  My Despicable Ex longer blurb:

  Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors.

  Five years later, Jake steps back into her life…

  He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again.

  This is a 3 book novella series. 18+ due to sexual situations.

  Britt woke up in Jack’s glorious arms.

  Jack…whatever his last name was. She hadn't a clue who he was. Kicking her way out of the sheets, Britt got to her feet and clutched her head instantly. It pounded like an unsuccessful road construction project and her teeth hurt, actually ached from the hangover. Stumbling to the bathroom with annoyance, she drank water and took a shower and drank more water, chastising herself for letting it get this bad.

  She knew to drink water and take aspirin before bed to help curb this hideous feeling. She needed a full breakfast, something big. But she was stuck with this guy who thought it was socially acceptable to hang out after a one-night stand. Britt didn’t have any experience with a one-nighter, except that time in college with the one guy in her women’s studies class, the one with the tattoo of a hard drive motherboard on his chest. That hadn’t ended well, but for sure he had at least had the courtesy to leave her dorm immediately afterward. Were they supposed to have breakfast together? Bond in some way? She had work. He had…probably the unemployment line or guitar practice or something. Mainly, she needed head-space to get ready for her day and try to forget what she’d done the night before, namely some guitarist whose last name was a mystery better left unsolved. The guy was HOT! But she knew she would never see him again.

  Or would she?

  WARNING: This is a novella. 18+ due to sexual situations. This is a 3-book series. This ends with a cliffhanger and the story will be continued in Book 2.

  When Julia finds out her father is dying, she is devastated. He tells her his biggest regret is not getting the chance to dance with her at her wedding reception. So what does Julia do? She creates the perfect wedding reception. But there’s one problem. Julia doesn’t have a groom. Nonetheless, she plans a small wedding reception for close friends and family so her father will get his last dying wish. But when the press hears about the heartwarming story, Julia creates a media buzz. The story goes viral and her simple wedding reception goes from a backyard event to being hosted at one of the most elegant ballrooms in New York City. And when billionaire Luke Ellison enters the mix, the press goes wild. Can Julia fight her attraction toward a man who broke her heart so many years ago?

  Calli Crawford has given up too much in life; too many rules and regulations forcing her to become someone she can barely recognize. Such is the life of a woman in the Witness Protection Program. With loneliness and fear as a constant companion, she's in search for solitude in hopes of making it to the trial date and getting back to her life.

  Captain John "Edge" Barker has served his final mission for the Navy SEALs and the devastation of it has left its mark on the hard-bodied vet. His plan is to focus on his dogs and ignore the rest of the world, but when a raven-haired woman in need moves across the street, his world is turned upside down.

  Needing someone to protect, he goes against his better judgment and steps into her world, and makes her fight his own. With the largest syndicate in New York searching high and low for them, the pair doesn't have the luxury of living in the present. They're forced to stay on the razor edge of tomorrow.

  Addictive Collision tells the story of twenty-five-year-old Morgan Tyler, who works as a receptionist at Belmont University and also takes classes on the side. She journeys through the pain of being trapped in a sexless marriage. Tired of having a roommate for a husband, she explores her options. Should she stay in the confines of her unhappy marriage or make the painful decision to leave? As she debates what direction her life should take, sparks begin to fly with a hot, hunky mailman named Foster. Is it time to move on with her life, or should Morgan fight for the man who is ignoring her?

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  Prologue

  Lucky

  A darker scene couldn't have been painted than the night Rafael turned on
Selene and dragged us all down to the little Catholic church at the edge of town. Blood dripped down the altar as I held my girl in my arms, her precious grandma having left to dance with the angels moments before.

  Viper stood beside us protectively as I gave Selene all the comfort I had to offer. We would go after her father, but it wouldn’t be that night.

  "Blade, grab Knife and see if you can cut the mother fucker off." Viper yelled from his kneeling position beside me. "Thomas Delgado is down, and so is Selene's grandmother on her mother's side."

  Another painful sounding sob wracked Lena and I stood, pulling her up with me and forcing her to let Grandma go. "She's gone, baby. Let her go and we'll take care to give her a proper funeral later this week."

  "Luck." Dane's voice caused me to turn, and I pinned him with a hard stare.

  "Where the fuck were you?" I released Lena and glanced over at Viper. "Hold her up. Now."

  He nodded and took my place, wrapping his strong arms around my girl as I barreled toward my best friend, anger burning through me like an inferno.

  Dane lifted his hands and took a tentative step back. "Lucky. It's me."

  "Oh, I know who the fuck it is." I pushed his chest with all of my might. "This was your goddamn sting operation, and yet you and all your useless DEA friends just sat back and watched the show." I pushed him again, harder. "I hope you're fucking happy. It was almost her that died tonight."

  Dane reached out to catch himself from falling into a row of pews and reached for me as he turned, pulling me into a tight hug. "It's me, man. I was on my fucking way. I'm sorry, okay? Fuck."

  "Sorry doesn't cut it." I wrapped my arms around him and beat against his back softly as tears swam in my vision. "Do you know close it was?"

  He pulled back as tears blurred his vision, much like my own. "I'm sorry, Luck. I was right around the corner. I know Lena's everything to you."

  "No, obviously you don't. You guys hung me out to dry tonight." I pulled back and wiped the backs of my hands across my face, trying hard to dry up any evidence that I was tinkering on the edge of losing it.

  "No, we didn't. We were on our way here, but you know how this shit works." Dane turned as three DEA agents walked into the church and moved into action, assessing, taking samples, doing all the things that cops do. Nothing.

  "No, I don't, but I can tell you this much... I'm not interested in your help from here on out. Rafael is a crazed son of a bitch, and I'm not playing bait for your investigation. Neither is Lena. None of us are. Gather your evidence and get the fuck out of here." I pushed at his chest again before turning and walking back to Selene.

  She moved from Viper back to me, pressing her face against my chest and wrapping her arms around me as she released a fresh wave of tears.

  I kissed the top of her silky black hair and brushed my hand down her back, clinging to her as fear continued to permeate me. It'd been too close. Way too close. Life without my girl was no fucking life at all. I wasn't lying to Dane. The cops could suck a dick. In the future, I was going about this my way.

  "I want to get out of here." Lena glanced up at me, her pretty face twisted in an expression of agony.

  "Okay, baby. I'll take you back to the garage and we can spend the night there tonight. That okay?" I kissed the top of her head again and moved back, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

  Blade jogged up to us and reached for me, grabbing my shoulder and squeezing tightly. "No more pulling this solo shit. I had no idea you were coming out here. Rafael is after you, Lucky. Not us or the wolves, or even this pretty girl. You."

  "I don't give a fuck who he's after. I'm going to slit him from throat to groin for what he's done." I locked my jaw in place and straightened my shoulders. I wasn't in the mood for a Stone Wolves pow-wow at the moment. My MC brothers would always surround me and offer support, just like I would do them, but right now was about vengeance, and that was usually a solo mission.

  "I hear you, boy, but know this conversation isn't over." He squeezed again and turned his attention to Selene. "I'm sorry for your loss tonight. No one should have to see what you saw."

  "Thank you," Lena mumbled softly as she tucked herself farther into my side.

  "Lucky. I know you need to get out of here, but I need one minute of your time." Knife, the president of the Stone Wolves spoke with authority, and I couldn't deny him, even though some part of me wanted to flip off the entire world and run away with Selene, never looking back and never to return. We just weren't runners. We were fighters.

  "Yeah. Make it quick." I turned my attention fully on him and moved with Selene to stand in front of him.

  "We know whose blood is on the altar, but who's blood is outside by the stairs?" He pointed to the open door, and I followed his movements.

  "That's from Dante Iglesias. I knifed his big ass before coming in here." I ran my free hand through my hair. "Why are you asking me that? He should be dead, lying in it."

  "Right. Well, he's not. Either someone picked him up and took him out of here, or the bastard walked off because he wasn't dead." Knife crossed his arms over his massive chest. "Was he dead when you left him?"

  "I'm almost a hundred percent sure. I got him good. Like really good." I flinched as Selene jerked her head up.

  "Dante's still out there?" She turned her eyes to me and they widened in fear.

  "No, baby. I'm pretty sure he's dead, but we'll make sure of it." I glanced back at Knife. "See what you can find out, and I'll try to make contact with Elec tomorrow to see if Dante was picked up by him and Mateo."

  Knife's eyebrow lifted sharply and Selene tugged from me.

  "Why would Elec help you? He's a Delgado too. The craziest one of the damn bunch." Knife glanced at Lena and gave her a sympathetic look.

  "No, he's right." She wiped at her little button nose with her free hand. "He is crazy, but he's not a rat. There is no way he would help us. Why would you think that?"

  I let out a short sigh. "Because he helped me when no one was looking. Thomas wasn't the rat, Selene, Elec was."

  "That's not possible." She pulled from me and put her hands on her hips. "He was a complete bastard to me back at the house. He shoved me in the trunk of the car and hit me a few times."

  I stiffened at the thought of anyone touching my girl. "I don't know, then. Let's get the fuck out of here, and we'll worry about it tomorrow."

  "Where are you guys going? Just come back to the lodge. Your secret is out anyway." Blade moved up to my left. "I want you with us should anything happen. Being alone isn't wise right now."

  "Lena. What do you want to do, baby?" I reached out and touched the side of her pretty face.

  "I'm fine with the lodge, but I'm not leaving until the ambulance takes Grandma. I can't leave her here." She took a step back as the sound of sirens filled up the small church.

  "They're here. We'll get her taken care of. You don't want to be here for this. Go." Blade touched Lena's shoulder and gave her a sad smile. "Let Lucky take care of you."

  "Come on, baby. The guys will do everything here." I walked toward her and took her hand before turning and walking out of the church and toward my bike.

  After getting on, I reached out my hand to her and motioned for her to join me. "Come on, baby. Get on the bike."

  Tears dripped down her pale cheeks as she turned back to the church, her voice hauntingly soft. "I can't leave her here, Luck. She's the only one that's loved me all these years."

  "You're not leaving her, Lena. She will live in both of us forever. Come with me. I'll love you enough for both of us now."

  She nodded and got on the back of the bike, clinging to me and pressing her face against my back.

  In my wildest nightmares, I couldn't have imagined the blood bath we'd been involved in that night. That Rafael would take things that far left me with no choice but to take matters completely into my own hands.

  Now I just had to figure out how to do it without letting Lena get involved. It was too h
igh risk with her there, and she was the one thing I wasn't willing to lose. Not ever.

  Chapter 1

  Three Days Later

  Selene

  I wasn't sure how long someone could go without sleep, but something told me that I would soon be testing the theory. There hadn't been too many moments of reprieve since watching my grandma die at the front of the church earlier that week, and I didn't expect any to come in the near future.

  "Hey. You look beautiful." Lucky touched my arm softly as I turned and pressed myself against him. He kissed the top of my head as I closed my eyes, breathing him in deeply and trying to rest in the warmth of his touch.

  "Thanks. You don't think my father will be there today, do you?" I moved back and looked up at him, loving the way his dark eyes moved across my face. The only good thing that had come from the drama at St. Maria's and the fallout between him and my father was that we would soon have the opportunity to be together for real. The Stone Wolves had been good to both of us, not that I honestly expected anything less of them. They were turning out to be very different men than my father made them out to be.

  Shocker.

  "I don't know. I wouldn't put it past him. Just stay close to me. We don't need any shit to go down at Grandma's funeral. That would be a little much for anyone to handle." He reached for my hand. "You good with us taking the bike? Your hair is going to look a little messy when we get there."

  I scoffed and followed him out the door of the old gas station he'd turned into a garage. We'd been staying there off and on over the last few days. Though I had an open invitation to stay at the Wolves’ lodge, I just couldn't make myself go. Maybe soon.