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  Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Baby Romance (Black Talons MC) copyright @ 2018 by Vivian Gray. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embedded in critical articles or reviews.

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  Contents

  Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Baby Romance (Black Talons MC)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Sneak Preview of SILAS

  Chapter One

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  Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Baby Romance (Black Talons MC)

  By Vivian Gray

  I’m pregnant with the devil’s baby.

  I was trying to save my brother.

  And somehow, I ended up on an auction stage.

  Jacob bought me to break me.

  But when we find out I’m carrying his baby… he’ll walk through hell to save me.

  LAURIE

  I thought I was doing the right thing.

  Helping my brother get to rehab and start his life over…

  That’s what a good sister is supposed to do, right?

  So how did it all go wrong?

  Before I know it, I’m watching my brother disappear with a fresh fix…

  While I’m being sold at auction like a used toy.

  The man who buys me off that stage looks like any other outlaw thug, from his square jaw to his inky tattoos.

  But there’s something in his eyes that says he’s different than the rest of the bikers around him.

  It says he’s got big plans for me.

  Not just my body…

  But also my heart and soul.

  Now, I’m trapped in his room, waiting to find out what this demon wants from me.

  He’ll be here any second.

  My heart is racing.

  My blood is churning with fear.

  And then the devil himself opens the door.

  JACOB

  She looked terrified when I entered the room.

  With good reason – I was there to break her.

  Women are disposable to me.

  Toys to be used and tossed aside.

  And the innocent ones are my favorite to ruin.

  But there’s something different about this one.

  In all my time as president of the Black Talons MC, I’ve never come across a woman like her.

  She’s beautiful, delicate.

  And yet… defiant. Fiery. Proud.

  So I did something with her I never should have done:

  I put my baby in her belly.

  Turns out, that might have been a fatal mistake.

  Because rule number one of being a biker is to never expose your weaknesses.

  Especially not in the middle of a war.

  And when my enemies find out what Laurie means to me, they try to use her to destroy me.

  But I can promise them this:

  If they lay even a finger on my woman or my baby…

  I’ll make them wish they’d never been born.

  Chapter One

  Laurie

  Laurie took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Behind the opaque office door was her programming boot camp. She had been busting her ass for a year to get into this program. Two years in community college focusing on a combination of IT and business had prepared her for this: an intensive program that would teach her the ins and outs of coding for programs and applications. It would get her out of her current job in retail hell, and get her into a great job, either with a startup or with a more formal company. Everyone wanted an app for their business or a program that could process their big data or something; she knew she had the memory and the skills to make that happen.

  And then there was her passion project: an app that would help those in lower income or disadvantaged situations track their health needs. Laurie had seen so many people struggling to keep a roof over their heads that they forgot, or couldn’t access, basic things like their insulin or their heart medications. She was sure she could find a way to help.

  Her mind tried to stray to the various ways she’d encountered people who were struggling in those sorts of situations, but she yanked it back to the present very hard. Laurie didn’t think about the time before she’d gotten her GED. It was a worthless time, and she’d left it all behind. She’d made a series of fresh starts as she cut ties to her old life; this would be the last sever. She’d be able to move on and leave that darkness in the past.

  She pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Twenty heads turned in her general direction; class hadn’t started yet, and she pasted a huge grin on her face as she took one of the empty seats.

  By the time class ended and Laurie was on her way home, she was almost painfully exhausted. Even though she’d been in a chair all day, and she was accustomed to working on her feet, her brain was so worn-out that she thought it might just leak out her ears. She took the train home, resting her head on the window and letting her eyes drift closed. Laurie had lived in the city long enough that it was easy to hear the call signs of the different Metro stations without needing to really pay attention.

  Today, she had taken the first real step towards pursuing her dreams. She pitched her medical apps as life-changing and altruistic when she talked about them to her growing list of contacts, but in her head, the possibilities were entirely mercenary. Yes, they would do a great deal of good if she could get them backed and funded. They also had the potential to be incredibly lucrative. Not to the consumer; the people she wanted to target didn’t have the money to pay for an app that would give them reminders to check their blood sugar, or monitor fluid retention. But hospitals – hospitals would pay a fortune for that kind of technology. One of the biggest reasons for readmission was patients not being able to comply with the information they were given at discharge. If hospitals knew what was happening, and visiting nurses could reach out and help identify obstacles, patients would stay healthier and be less likely to bounce back into the ICU. It would both save hospitals millions of dollars and improve their eligibility for federal funds. Ultimate win/win situation.

  Laurie had thought that she already had a perfect handle on the design of her first application, but after just one day of boot camp, she could see how the entire concept needed to be tossed and reworked. That was fine. The goal was to create a saleable product, not just a pretty one. She’d get home, eat dinner, and then start reworking her design and business plan.

  Thoughts about why this mattered so much tried to sneak into her head again, and she pushed them away as hard as she could. What mattered was what she was doing now, who she had become, and where she was overall. Where she had come from, and what she had done to get here, now, well,
none of those things were relevant at all. Some people claimed that their past was a direct influence on who they were now, but Laurie didn’t believe a damn word of that. She had reinvented herself. She had made herself into something – someone new. She’d even changed her name.

  Laura Delborne was gone; Laurie Delgado wasn’t a new version of that old person, she was just new.

  Which was why Laurie was both shocked and horrified to open the door to the apartment she shared with four other girls and see Brian Delborne standing in her living room. Brian had been Laura’s brother. He was nothing to Laurie. Laurie had never known this man, had been careful to never even think of him.

  But it was hard – painfully hard – not to remember who he had been to Laura. The older brother who was supposed to take care of her after their parents died – one to gun violence, the other to an overdose – but instead shot up, snorted and swallowed their meager inheritance. He’d disappeared for days at a time, leaving her with nothing but cereal. Sometimes not even that; more than once her dinners had been whatever she could scrounge from the cafeteria ladies after lunch. She’d given up and left home when she was thirteen years old. She had gotten herself off the street, emancipated, and changed her name all at the same time. She hadn’t thought Brian would ever look for her, but she wanted to make it hard if he ever did. As hard as possible.

  No. Not her. All of that had happened to Laura, not to Laurie.

  The right choice would be to back out of the room, pull out her phone, and call the cops – say there was an intruder and let them take care of the problem. Especially because one glance told her that Brian was a damn mess. It had been a decade, but once you’ve seen someone jonesing hard, you don’t forget it. He was twitching, his eyes couldn’t focus, and he smelled like urine and vomit. Her stomach convulsed just thinking about it; it was partially the smell, and partially the way seeing him like that, in front of her, threatened to knock down all of her carefully constructed walls. The walls that boxed in all of the memories that belonged to Laura. Not Laurie.

  Never Laurie.

  She hesitated for only a second, and then pushed the door shut behind her. She glared at the man who had been her brother and tried not to actually snarl. “What are you doing here?”

  Brian grinned, and she saw that several of his teeth had gone brown. Shit, what was he hooked on now? Meth? Something worse? Was there something worse? She’d tried so hard to know. Once she’d found a shelter that wasn’t just a place where sick bastards abused girls, she’d used every trick she knew to leave all of that behind. She’d worked so hard. She needed to leave it all behind. She needed it to be real and safe and okay for her to be alive.

  “Is that any way to get a hello from my sweet sister?”

  Rage flared in Laurie. “I stopped being your sister when you started leaving me home alone for days so you could get high, you son of a bitch.”

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry about that, Laura, I’m—”

  “That’s not my name!” She couldn’t let him get to her like this, she couldn’t let him think that the things he was saying to her mattered. But they did matter, she hated it, but they did matter. She couldn’t make them stop mattering just by being angry, no matter how hard she tried.

  “Okay, Laura, whatever you say. But I’m sorry, that’s the thing, okay? I’m sorry. I—I screwed up. I came here to make it right. To start. To try. To be your brother. I want to—to be that for you.”

  Some tiny part of her, some part of her she’d stomped on, shredded, and removed when she was ten years old, turned out to be less dead than she’d hoped. Some tiny hope that maybe, maybe her family wasn’t entirely dead. Her parents were gone, but when they died, she’d held out hope that she and Brian could make a family together. He was desperate for a hit right now. She loved her brother, but right now, her brother was a junkie. She couldn’t make a family with someone who needed a hit more than he needed the people he claimed to love.

  “You had that chance,” Laurie said, trying to put more steel in her voice than tears. “You need to go.”

  “No!” Brian’s voice snapped, and the part of Laurie that was still a frightened little girl, huddled in a cold and dark house with a box of Cheerios shrank away. Brian’s tone softened immediately. “No, see. See. I came to you for help.”

  “Help?” There was no hope in her voice. No dreams, no wishes. None of it. It wasn’t allowed. Her life was on track, and she was not going to derail that for the ghost of her brother.

  “I got a spot at a rehab. A nice one. They’re gonna – they’re not just going to detox me, or something, they have shrinks there, and therapists who actually know stuff, and they’re gonna help me get to the root of my trouble. I just need someone to get me there.”

  Pull the other one, it’s got bells on, she thought, but it was harder to dismiss the emotions that came along with his request. “Ask someone you’ve spoken to in the last decade.”

  “I came home,” he said, and his voice was cool, soft. All that anger and heat was gone. “I came home, and you were gone. I didn’t know where to find you. I’d been doing my best to hold myself up, but without you?” He shrugged. “What was the point? I didn’t have anything after that. No reason to be a person.”

  She shook her head hard. “You can’t do this, Brian. You can’t come back here and expect things of me. You just can’t.”

  As soon as she said his name, something changed. He grinned, his half-rotten teeth on full display. “I don’t expect a single thing of you,” Brian said. “I just—just wanted to try and make amends. That’s one of the steps, right? Making amends. I wanted to do that. Before I went there. I’m sure I can catch a bus or something. If they let me on. I know I look like a fucking mess. I’m not stupid.”

  Laurie had seen too many junkies die on their way to rehab. Fuck. Fucking fuck. “I don’t have a car,” she said, hating herself already.

  “I do. I just... I started shaking so hard I couldn’t drive, and I thought—I thought maybe my baby sister would help me, just one more time.”

  “Goddammit.” She dropped her laptop on the coffee table but held onto her purse, and followed Brian out to the car. She’d cut Laura out of her life as fully as she could, but some ties were harder to break than others it turned out. And maybe her big brother still had a tie directly to her heart.

  Dammit.

  Laurie got behind the wheel because Brian was clearly far too twitchy to drive. He insisted he knew exactly where they needed to go, and she followed his directions without thinking too much. She was too caught up in everything that was going on, every mistake she was making. She should have called the cops the second she saw who was at the door. She should have thrown him out. She should have remembered who she was. She was a strong woman. A powerful woman, who had built her own life out of the ashes of who she was. She was powerful. She was more than the shattered daughter and sister of a broken family.

  She had built her own life, and no one would take it away from her. Not today, and not ever.

  As Laurie drove, following the interstate south, she told herself that this was the last time. This was the ritual that would complete her service – there was no other word – to Brian and make her free. She could do this here, and then everything would be better. She’d be able to move on. She would finally – finally – be herself, unencumbered, and truly free to move on.

  Brian had the sense to be quiet as they drove. He tried to talk once or twice, asking what her life was like now, what she’d done after she’d left home, and if she had anyone special in her life. She ignored him and tried not to think about how sterile her life had become. There had been a time where him showing up like this... She’d tried hard to pretend that it would never mean anything, but that just wasn’t true. The first few nights in shelters, the bad ones, she’d dreamed of being rescued – of Brian showing up, clean and happy, telling her he’d gotten his life together, gotten a real job, and they were going to be a family now, a rea
l one.

  It hadn’t happened, and she’d needed to stop dreaming about it. To keep herself from losing her mind, she’d had to do it. No matter how much it had hurt sometimes. Sometimes it had been like cutting off her own arm. But when the choice was between that and ongoing, unending pain? It was an easy choice. Not really. But she told herself, over and over, that it was easy. That it had to be easy.

  For all that she knew about junkies, how hard it was for someone to really go to rehab, and how much it took to really and truly make the necessary changes to get clean for good, it didn’t occur to her that anything was wrong until she got off the interstate. She expected to drive into a residential area or a patch of wilderness in the Virginia countryside. That’s not what she found. She drove into the skeleton of an office park, the kind of place that had been absolutely thrumming with business life twenty years ago but had fallen into disuse during the financial crash. The urban areas of the state had recovered, but the suburban sprawl hadn’t; brownfields were taking over in so many of the low, flat buildings that had been the design idea in the 1990s. The cities have the money to fix such things, and the outlying areas became more broken down than ever.