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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)

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I never wanted to draw a line between good and evil.

Yet, hoping my twin brother would change has gotten me nowhere.

I'm always his target, the mark in his game of retribution, but that doesn't keep him from hurting others to get to me.

I've kept from getting close to others because I knew that put them in his line of sight.

Morgan Spence is on both of our radars and as good as she feels in my arms, I have no way of knowing if she's there because she wants to be or if she's just another pawn in one of his deadly games

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Chapter 1

Morgan

Parties are supposed to be fun, especially Halloween parties where everyone is dressed to the nines in fancy costumes and looking fabulous.

I went to great lengths to make this party a success. I needed chic and fabulous, something the attendees would talk about until next year's party.

There are no ridiculous costumes in the place. Everyone was instructed to... Is that a fucking blow-up dinosaur on the dance floor?

I grind my teeth, about ready to tell the guy following me with a spotlight to fuck off. It's making me sweat, and I can already tell my face is getting oily. In hindsight, the spotlight guy was probably a bad idea, and I make a mental note not to do the same next year.

Just the thought of another one of these parties makes my skin crawl. My dream would be to set these up for other people rather than be the center of attention when the night finally arrives. Doing both has left me wishing I hadn't taken this on. By the time it came time for the party, I was so exhausted I just wanted a nap.

I run my hand down my custom-made dress, making sure the fabric isn't shifting out of place. I look fabulous, and it's not just ego to think that way. I'm turning heads, and it's more than grateful looks from people happy to have been invited. They're literally staring at me, but I'm having a hard time keeping a smile on my face. My makeup team had to use more concealer than normal under my eyes today.

I know a lot of my worry stems from the argument I had with the guy I met a few weeks ago. The sex was fantastic, but the super clingy love bombing he did made my skin crawl.

I'm terrified he's going to show up tonight and make a scene or do something to try and ruin all my hard work.

I just don't get men who don't understand the word no. They think that arguing or explaining just how great they are means women are required to give them a second chance, as if our own thoughts, needs, and expectations mean nothing. If a man wants it, he should have it, and it's as simple as that.

As if my night couldn't get any worse with the damn dinosaur costume, I spot, of all things, a fucking eggplant swaying to the music on the dance floor.

Having enough, I begin to walk in that direction, my spotlight man struggling to keep up. He runs into my back when I suddenly pause, the woman the man is dancing with coming into view.

Kaylee looks like a princess in her wedding dress costume, and the smile lighting up her face tells me exactly who the man is. I don't recall another moment where I've seen my best friend so incredibly happy, and it pulls the first genuine smile of the night from my lips as I approach.

She seems too wrapped up in dancing to turn to face me, but eventually, she shares her attention with me.

"Is this your dick of a husband?" I ask with a smirk.

"Morgan, this is Ellis. Ellis, meet my ex-best friend."

"Nice to meet you," he says, holding out his hand.

I shake his hand but a flash of something to the far right of the room distracts me momentarily.

"Are you here to win her over or break her heart more?" I manage through my distraction.

"Win her over," he answers easily.

"You're a good guy in my book," I tell him, knowing he has to be from the smile I saw on her face moments ago. "Take good care of her."

I leave them to their night, darting away as quickly as possible to find the person I just saw wearing a dress similar to mine. Of course, I didn't put limitations on people's costumes, although after the eggplant and dinosaur, I imagine I may have to next year. But the chances were slim that someone would also dress like Cruella de Vil.

I lose her in the crowd of people, stopping in my tracks when I feel a warm hand land on my forearm.

My fake smile back in place, I turn toward the guest, wanting to scratch her eyes out.

"Margo," I say, looking at my former college dormmate. "So glad you could make it."

We attended the University of Las Vegas, where I graduated with a degree in finance, and she left her senior year because she found a husband, which, come to find out, was really her only goal.

"It looks like the company I suggested did an amazing job for you," she says as she looks around the room.

I barely refrain from scoffing. The company she suggested was trash, and I had to fire them after realizing they had no real idea what they were doing. I've wondered more than once if she suggested them because she knew how terrible they were or if her standards for a party are just much lower than mine.

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Jersey (Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter #4) Read Online Marie James http://www.wownovels.com/jersey-cerberus-mc-tennessee-chapter-4-read-online-marie-james Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:17:41 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/jersey-cerberus-mc-tennessee-chapter-4-read-online-marie-james Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, MC, Suspense Authors: Marie James Series: Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
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Same story, different day.

That seems to be the theme of my life.

My new job with Cerberus is no different than the one I left before working for ICE.

People always blur together, nothing special about any of them.

Of course, my luck runs out when I'm assigned to an establishment that caters to peoples' deepest fantasies.

There should be nothing special about the woman. Her lack of clothes is no different than most of the other people there.

Her eyes following me isn't new. People tend to look in my direction when I walk into a room.

Yet, I find myself incapable of looking away from her.

I never expected the woman strapped to the cross to also be the children's counselor who shows up to help a teammate's son.

It would be my luck that the one woman who made me look twice is also off-limits

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Prologue

Jersey

I'd think many years of working in the shadows and staying on the edge of existence would ensure I grew accustomed to low-lit settings, but more often than not, all it does is give me a headache. It's a combination of my body's insistence to get up early no matter how late I stay up the night before and the pulse of the music flowing through speakers hidden all over the dark room. Whatever is causing the pain is just proof that I'm clearly no longer in my prime, and that might be the hardest pill of all to swallow.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, rolling my head in a circular motion, attempting to ease the tension in my shoulders. My left trapezoid has had a fairly significant burn in it for the last couple of days. Even with everything that's going on around me, I can't seem to stop focusing on it. I don't know if the distraction is from boredom or if the pain is more significant than I want to consider.

"Can I refresh your drink?"

I look up at the woman and although I don't feel it, I give her a simple smile. Flirting comes easily for me, and it always has.

Maybe most men in my situation would get an eyeful. Why else would she be fully naked in a sex club, wearing only a collar attached to a slinky belly chain? She's there to look at. Touching is off the table, but I'd never attempt it. I don't even want to. The lack of temptation I feel is one of the reasons I'm probably the perfect guy for a job like this.

I stopped internalizing how I felt or the lack of feelings I had about women long ago. I know exactly what's wrong with me, why an obviously pretty woman doesn't do a damn thing for me.

Instead of letting my eyes rake down the length of her luscious body, I keep my eyes locked on hers. Just as I assumed it would, the lack of attention to her body causes her more unease than if I had sat here salivating or lusting after her. It's not something she's used to. Her body doesn't distract me, and it seems that's not something she encounters often here.

"I think this one is fine," I tell her with another quick smile as I lift the drink in my hand and make an effort to take a sip. "Thank you."

"Let me know if you need anything," she says before scurrying away, glancing over her shoulder just before slipping into the darkness. Her reaction makes me wonder if she's worried I'll chase after her, despite the rules in place. It makes me wonder if she's often victimized, even though her job description says she won't have to endure such things.

There is no telling what happens to people here against their will, and that's the main reason why I'm sitting on this sofa observing.

My goal tonight is not to make anyone feel uncomfortable. I'm not here for entertainment purposes.

This is work, a job I was handed by my boss, Hemlock, the president of the Gatlinburg chapter of the Cerberus MC. A club I've only been a member of for a few short weeks. I'm sure Hemlock has read my file, but he hasn't cornered me and demanded the details.

I have no plans to offer up information on my past, but Kincaid, the president of the founding chapter of Cerberus back in New Mexico, had to ask the questions when I was being vetted for the organization. Going in, I knew I'd have to discuss every life experience, even the things that happened while I was working for ICE. What I didn't realize was how painful it would be to talk about those things, considering I've avoided that conversation for so long.

I clear my throat and take another sip of my drink, although I feel like slamming it back to numb that part of me that is threatening to come back to life.

I'm here to find signs of trafficked women or determine if people who work at the club might have a less-than-legal side menu that caters to more than just your run-of-the-mill BDSM activities.

We've sat on this club once before, and although we didn't find any trafficking, we were able to get the owner arrested on tax evasion. The club was down for less than a week before someone else bought it and reopened for business.

So here I am once again.

I blow a puff of air past my lips, letting it inflate my cheeks before allowing it to escape. I'm just... bored.

Maybe one of the other guys would have a better time here. I can count several women who would love to try to wipe the sneer off Nyx's face, and I spotted one pixie-like thing who looked like she would give our ginger giant Zeus a run for his money.

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Tough Nut to Crack (Lindell #4) Read Online Marie James http://www.wownovels.com/tough-nut-to-crack-lindell-4-read-online-marie-james Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:23:17 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/tough-nut-to-crack-lindell-4-read-online-marie-james Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Marie James Series: Lindell Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)

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What do you do when a night of fun nearly burns your house down?

If it isn't bad enough that Riley Wilson was capable of distracting me enough that I didn't know my kitchen was ablaze, she just won't leave me alone.

Until she does.

Which leaves me in the precarious position of trying to insert myself into her life.

What could possibly go wrong in a roommate situation with a woman I can't get out of my head?

How does he not remember me from the seven minutes in heaven from high school when it's something I relived for years after the fact?

Hooking up with Mac Hammer after he seemed to have forgotten the best makeout session of my life was possibly the worst decision I've ever made.

Now he's on my front porch demanding a place to stay, as if it was my fault he interrupted me while I was preparing a meal for one of his clients.

Guilt made me agree to him moving in, and hopefully, I'll have the strength to keep from sneaking into his room in the middle of the night.

A couple of weeks of resistance shouldn't be all too hard.

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Chapter 1

Riley

She threw soup in my face.

How do women like her even exist?

I blink through the sting and stare at her.

Scarlett LeBlanc glares back at me as if she's justified in what she just did.

"You threw soup in my face," I say, my voice low and filled with disbelief.

"That soup is awful," she screeches, her voice pitched high. It drips with disdain and self-importance.

My heart races, and my hands tremble. I spent an extra half hour on my hair this morning. I meticulously applied my makeup to make sure it didn't look like I was trying too hard. Women from the city can spot that sort of thing from miles away. I blame it on the fact that they spend so much time around fake and pretentious people.

Scarlett LeBlanc has a summer home here in Lindell, and I've heard rumors around town that she frequently has parties. The expensive cars coming in and heading down her road are proof enough of that, but no one in town has gotten more than a quick glance of her. She doesn't shop at the local stores, and she certainly wouldn't be caught dead attending one of the town's many festivals.

I was shocked when I got a call from her yesterday saying that she wanted me to cater an event at her house. I could tell by her tone she wasn't exactly happy about having to place the call to me, but I was determined to prove to her that Lindell has more to offer than people who gossip. I know my menu is what she's looking for. I've been told many, many times that it's geared more toward people from the city, not the citizens of Lindell, and although that has always been a point of contention with me, this was supposed to be my shot. If Scarlett was impressed with my food and professionalism, then maybe she'd chat with her friends about it, and my business could really take off the way I've always dreamed.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" she growls, her arms coming up to cross over her chest. Her head is held high, telling me that she doesn't feel an ounce of remorse for what she has done, and I think that surprises me the most.

It's not unheard of for people to do something without thinking, but they usually regret it to some degree. She's righteous in what she did, and I can tell by the way her eyes narrow as she watches me that she'd do it a second time without hesitation.

I swipe a finger down my cheek, grateful that I chose gazpacho instead of a hot soup, considering the amount I'm wearing on my person right now.

I slip the finger into my mouth, feeling a little better when her nose scrunches further.

"It may need a little more cucumber or a hint more of tarragon, but it definitely doesn't taste like cat urine."

She gawks at me as if I'm an alien that just dropped out of the sky and appeared in her kitchen.

She didn't use those words exactly, but as a Southern woman who respects herself, I'm not going to repeat her verbatim.

Her mouth hangs open a half of an inch, and I can tell she's dumbfounded that I'd challenge her in any way.

"I take it you won't be hiring A Taste of Elegance for your event?"

Instead of waiting for an answer I already have, I turn and grab a hand towel from the kit I brought with me. I wipe my face, knowing it's going to take more than a couple of swipes to get myself completely clean. Since the tomato-based soup is dripping from my hair and has soaked through my clothing, that won't be happening here.

"I'll have to admit," I say as I gather the things I brought and start repacking them into my totes. "I never imagined something like this happening to me, especially by someone from the city."

"You can't tell anyone about this," she says, a hint of worry in her tone.

Now? Now she worries?

"You signed a contract."

I turn in her direction, giving her a once-over, and inwardly wonder how often she goes to get Botox injections in her forehead. If she scowls often, like she's scowling at me now, it would have to be very frequent to keep those lines under control.

"I did sign a contract," I say as I go back to getting my things together so I can get out of here before she decides it's fitting to throw something else at me.

I thought the clipboard that she thrust into my hand before she even welcomed me inside her home was weird. Hindsight tells me that I should've been worried then, but I figured she was throwing a surprise party or that I'd be in contact with celebrities, and she wanted to protect their privacy. I also considered it was going to be a type of party that I'd be too embarrassed to speak to others about, but I signed the contract, blaming the books I read on that wayward thought.

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Jericho (Cerberus MC Las Vegas Chapter #3) Read Online Marie James http://www.wownovels.com/jericho-cerberus-mc-las-vegas-chapter-3-read-online-marie-james Tue, 28 Jan 2025 08:15:20 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/jericho-cerberus-mc-las-vegas-chapter-3-read-online-marie-james Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Authors: Marie James Series: Cerberus MC Las Vegas Chapter Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 79749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)

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I knew there was no point in looking back at what could've been when she couldn't even lift her eyes to me when her father ordered my death.
She didn't fight for me, didn't fight for us.
I knew better than to get tangled with a mafia princess.
I knew how it would end, only instead of dead, I was left in a much worse situation, having to know she was still alive and being unable to go to her.
Bitterness swam inside of me. Seven years of hatred building because of her silence.
But then her father died, leaving her at the hands of the very man who left me alive.
Not helping her isn't an option, but I second-guess stepping back into her life when I discover the secrets she's been keeping all this time.

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Prologue

Jericho

"Tell me again," she whispers.

"Peach," I whisper, my hand cupping her cheek.

There are a million other things I could think of doing with this gorgeous woman in my arms than talking about a future we may never have.

"Please," she begs, her bright blue eyes shining up at me as she pleads.

I pull in a deep breath and begin, "The cabin in the woods will be surrounded by massive trees. No one will even be able to tell our home is back there. We'll have all the privacy we've been wishing for."

I can't count how many nights I've lain awake thinking of this make-believe cabin and how I know, despite craving it with everything I have, it's not something we'll ever get.

"I want a puppy," she whispers.

"You'll get your puppy," I assure her. "We should leave now."

Her eyes grow wide, just like they always do when the conversation takes us in this direction.

"My father would never allow it. You know I'm promised to Damien."

"Then leaving is the only way we'll have a shot at what we've been dreaming about."

"We have to make plans," she urges. "We have time."

"The wedding date is set for next month. There is no time."

She shakes her head. Aspen is terrified of her father, and there's no way for me to make her see that I can keep her safe. Not with the secrets I've been keeping from her.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

"You know I do," she says, her chin trembling with emotion.

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course, my love," she assures me.

It gives me the confidence to pull in a deep breath and tell her everything I've been hiding from her.

"I need you to listen to everything I have to tell you, and you can't freak out."

My heart races. Everything I have worked for comes down to this moment and, if she doesn't trust me, there's a lot at stake, including my life.

"I promise," she says. I can see the truth of her words in her eyes, but she has no idea about the bomb I'm about to place between us.

"I'm a federal agent working with ICE to take down your father's empire."

She's motionless, blinking at me, like my confession was spoken in a foreign language she doesn't understand.

"What?" she asks, her head tilting to the side as she pushes her hands against my chest.

I won't repeat myself because I know she heard me just fine. I need to give her time to process what I've told her.

As my always bad luck will have it, the door to her bedroom opens.

My heart races for another reason when I see Damien, the man she's promised to, standing there glaring at us.

We aren't undressed or in a compromising position, but it's clear that there's more going on than me being one of her father's cronies.

"Well, well, well," he says just as I open my mouth to ask the motherfucker why he thinks he has a right to open her goddamned door without asking.

I look to Aspen, concerned that he has a history of coming in here, and this is something she hasn't mentioned to me.

Tears roll down her face as she scrambles off my lap.

I don't know if it's the fact that we've been discovered by her betrothed or if it's because of my confession, but my skin grows cold with her absence.

"I think we need to have a conversation with Ivan," Damien says, his tone more level than I've ever heard from him before, which speaks of his anger.

The man is known for his anger and violence. It doesn't take much to send him into a rage, although I haven't seen him kill anyone since I've been on this case. If I had, I would've arrested the motherfucker without ICE's instruction just to get him away from his promise to Aspen. Many are afraid of him because of it, including Aspen. I can't imagine walking away from her and leaving her at his mercy.

"Peach," I whisper, but she continues to scramble from the bed. "Use the email address."

I gave her an email address right after I kissed her for the first time. Her cell phone is monitored, so we couldn't communicate that way. Instead, we use an email address I set up to make it look like it was a company she orders makeup from.

"Luke," Damien snaps. No matter how long I've had that name or how many times these people have used it, I don't think I'll ever get used to being called someone I'm not. "If you try to run, I'll slit your throat."

I don't see a way out of this, but I've only been working for Ivan Reese, a known importer of both drugs and guns, for a few months. As close as I've gotten to the only Reese heir, the organization still hasn't trusted me with a weapon in the house. I have no way other than my hands to defend myself.

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Heathen (Cerberus MC Las Vegas Chapter #1) Read Online Marie James http://www.wownovels.com/heathen-cerberus-mc-las-vegas-chapter-1-read-online-marie-james Wed, 30 Oct 2024 13:04:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/heathen-cerberus-mc-las-vegas-chapter-1-read-online-marie-james Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Marie James Series: Cerberus MC Las Vegas Chapter Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 86
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The rules were simple:
Go to Vegas and get a feel for the place before you start the real work in a week.
Under no circumstances are we supposed to get involved with a case.
Yet after less than a week in town, I find myself married to a woman I don’t know because she got herself tangled up with some really bad guys.
It was meant to be a rescue, a problem easily solved, but as it turns out, life never works the way you think it will.
The contract Kaylee signed demands two years of service before she’s able to make another move.
With the threat of harm to those she loves, it’s up to me, and the other men of this brand new Las Vegas chapter of the Cerberus MC to figure out how to get her, and the other women these men have trapped, to safety.
As the days drag by, I find myself thinking that maybe being married isn’t so bad.
Only, it’s obvious that Kaylee doesn’t feel the same way.
How can I possibly make my wife see that being married to me isn’t all that bad?

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Chapter 1

Heathen

How is this my life?

Sitting here with the New Mexico branch of Cerberus members wasn't even something on my radar as little as five years ago.

I had no idea this specific group existed, although I'd heard rumors that there were multiple groups around the United States that had teams that specialized in rescuing people who had been trafficked, either into sexual slavery, debt bondage, or forced labor.

This team is much different from the one I'll be on in Vegas, but I, along with a few other men, have been training with them for the last several months.

This gathering is sort of like our going away party, although it doesn't take anything substantial for this crew to get together and have a good time. Their quickness to turn a regular Tuesday into a party makes me realize that I've finally found the type of people I can really set roots down with.

"That could be you," Rooster says, nodding toward Hound's wife. Hound is a team leader for Cerberus New Mexico. I lost count but I swear the man has half a dozen kids with the club president, Kincaid's, daughter Gigi.

"That," I say without pointing, because I'm not as awkward in social situations as our Vegas IT expert Rooster, "is not the way my life will ever go."

He huffs a laugh with a wide smile as if he can see the future and I have some eye-opening changes coming.

"I'm serious," I argue. "Married with a horde of kids? Never."

"You don't like kids?"

I shrug. "I'm indifferent to kids, but I don't see this job being very kid friendly."

"Did they not give you the same eye test I had?" he asks. "Look around, brother. Every man here is tied down. That happens first, and then the kids come along."

Instead of arguing with him, I look around the room and just observe the people milling about. This place isn't only for the men and women who have dedicated their lives to righting the wrongs of evil men. They've forged a family, finding love and happiness in the midst of wickedness.

But as happy as I am for them, it's not something I see happening for myself.

Watching my parents as parts of a political machine has tainted any expectations of long-term happiness as far as an emotional relationship with a woman is concerned.

They married at the perfect age and from the viewpoint of people on the outside looking in, they're happy and supportive of each other. Not much is different at home. They don't hate each other, and they do make a perfect team, but their own political aspirations are what drives them, not love and family. They had children because it was expected, not because they wanted to shower their undying love on their offspring.

Neither were displeased when I joined the military. Time in service to your country looks very good on a political resume, but their first disappointment was when I stayed in for eight years rather than only the required four. The second time my father frowned at me was when I chose to work for a company that specializes in teaching people self-defense and at-home safety rather than going to law school.

The communication with my family over the last three years has been sporadic at best, and I wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't given me a second thought since they've considered me no longer a part of the political legacy they have been building.

Safety First was where Kincaid found me and offered me a different kind of job. That first meeting blew me away. Considering the man knew more about me than I could recall of myself, I really thought I had been put in a bad spot where my own safety was concerned, but it all worked out. Here I am, one of the founding members of the Cerberus, Las Vegas Chapter.

"Team meeting in ten," Bandera says as he walks by.

I knew after my first five-minute conversation with Dustin "Bandera" Jennings that he already had it in his head that he would eventually become the Vegas chapter president. But even after several months of training, Kincaid still hasn't handed him that patch yet.

On the other hand, I just feel lucky as hell to be a part of something so incredible.

When Bandera begins to make his way toward the conference room, it activates us other four men who will be the initial team in Vegas.

By the time the doors of the massive room close, it's filled with the entire Vegas team as well as many of the New Mexico team, including every team leader and the remaining six original Cerberus members.

I look around the room, noting just how badass all of them are. Not for the first time since arriving here, I hope I can have just half of the success these men and women have had in aiding the rescue of so many trafficked and indentured people. They make a real difference in the world, and when I joined the military, it was all I ever wanted to do.

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Ace (Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter #2) Read Online Marie James http://www.wownovels.com/ace-cerberus-mc-tennessee-chapter-2-read-online-marie-james Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:27:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ace-cerberus-mc-tennessee-chapter-2-read-online-marie-james Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Marie James Series: Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 100
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It’s not hard to see how weak love makes a man.
He watched that love flow from his best friend’s body, the crimson flowing out around him like a river.
If love leaves you on the business end of a knife, then he has no interest.
And that’s how Eddie “Ace” Yarrow has lived his life in the last ten years: independent and alone.
But honestly, it goes back further than that.
He left Cerberus over thirty years ago because he wanted to make a difference closer to home.
And although he made great strides in his career, a man always tends to go back to his roots.
His forced vacation from ICE has left him working a job for Cerberus.
Cora Preston isn’t trying to make his life harder, but she doesn’t understand why they’re not getting results.
Cerberus is taking too long to find her missing sister, and inserting herself into the investigation is her only choice.
The two butt heads more than once, and neither of them can predict just how close together this investigation is going to bring them.

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Prologue

Ace

"Is he going to live?" Mike asks the second I walk into the living room of the house ICE has us in while working these cases with the Cerberus MC.

"It won't be the stab wound that kills him," I mutter as I grab a bottle of water from the fridge before plopping down on the sofa opposite the one Mike is sitting on.

We hadn't crossed paths in a few days, and a lot has happened since New Year's Eve.

"Again with this shit?" Mike groans, leaning his head back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling as if there are answers to unspoken questions there.

"Explain to me why some people just can't get laid without falling in love?" I challenge. "He's no different from the rest of them. A damsel in distress is all it takes to make even the hardest men turn soft and fucking gooey. I thought he'd be different. They never are."

"It's not the end of the world."

"It could be," I argue.

Plenty of good men have been taken down because of this concept of love and thinking that's all that matters, but I've seen time and again how destructive even the idea of it can be.

"This new group was supposed to be different. They were solid hard-asses that see nothing but the job in front of them. I blame Hemlock's brief stay in New Mexico. He clearly drank whatever was in the fucking water over there. He couldn't make it through one fucking case before he got heart eyes and started seeing rainbows and damn butterflies and shit."

Mike chuckles, and I know he might be getting a little frustrated over the number of times we've had to have these conversations.

"I fully understand why you see life through this broken lens, man, but most people aren't built to be alone. Isn't it human nature?"

I side-eye the man, wondering just by his tone if he isn't thinking of someone special.

I shake my head. "It's biological. It's attraction and that animalistic need to mate, nothing else. Humans are just stupid and they can't separate the two."

I take a long drink of my water, wondering how so many people get it all wrong.

"Maybe you just haven't found the one yet," he argues.

"The one?" I scoff. "I'm fifty-nine years old. The one doesn't exist."

"You're just not looking hard enough."

"I'm not looking at all," I counter. "If someone told me this so-called soulmate was right around the corner, I'd turn and book it in the opposite direction. I've got no need for distractions and complications. They're a waste of time, and, in our field of work, they're dangerous."

I know that more than he does, probably, but I wouldn't wish my experiences and failures on anyone. The demons of regret are hard to shoulder a lot of the time.

"So you're saying Hemlock took a wrong turn? I've met the guy. I don't think he was looking either."

"I don't know what happened with him, honestly. I met Zara, put myself in her path to try and figure out what was so appealing. I mean, the woman is a knockout, but burning a career over her? I just can't see it."

"I don't think it would ever happen while you're working. Knowing your ass, you'll fall in love when you're in a nursing home or on your deathbed. I think you'll regret not jumping on the train sooner."

I open my mouth to argue, but there's a knock on the front door.

Mike and I both look at each other, both our heads shaking to confirm that we aren't expecting anyone. Each of us pulls out a firearm as I cautiously make my way to the door. You can never be too safe in this day and age, especially when we both have a lot of irons in the fire and have such a dangerous job. Getting lax and distracted is what can get you killed.

Relief washes over me when I look through the peephole, smiling when Kincaid, founder and president of the New Mexico Cerberus chapter, gives me a little wave as if he can sense me on the other side of the door.

"I expected you sooner," I say when I pull open the door. The man never did know when to leave things alone. He's more likely to want to sit down and treat a situation like a therapy session, not wanting anyone in any given situation to walk away feeling like they were mistreated. I know exactly why he's here, and, honestly, I knew we'd have a conversation like this at some point while trying to get this endeavor off the ground. I'd just hoped it wouldn't have had to come so damn soon.

Kincaid holds his hand out, and I don't hesitate to shake it as he steps into the house.

Once upon a time, I, too, was a Cerberus member. It feels like a lifetime ago, and I've always wondered how things would've turned out if I hadn't left. I've spent many years wishing things were different, wondering which decision I made that took me down the path I ended up on. So many things could've been different, but living in the what-could've-been is dangerous, and deadly if I let them get too tight of a hold on me.

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I might be the first man to join the Cerberus MC and not love it.
Instead of leaving, I bide my time, knowing that I burn every bridge I cross.
When an opportunity plucks me from the desert of New Mexico and transplants me in East Tennessee I feel a little better about the path my life has taken.
The new job isn’t as solitary as I expected it to be.
Instead of doing reconnaissance alone I’m stuck sitting at a bar, trying to determine if they’re using the business as a human trafficking hub.

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Prologue

Hemlock

Warmth covers my hands, and I know for most people the deep red staining them and the scent of damp iron filling the air would probably freak them out.

My body has the exact opposite reaction. It's only when I'm in full control, holding another person's life in my hands, that I'm able to reach even a modicum of serenity. It's the only time my heart rate lowers, allowing me to hear more than just my pulse pounding an uneven rhythm in my ears.

With my eyes closed, I lift my chin upward, drawing in a deep, relaxing breath.

The man on the other end of my blade isn't as lucky.

His breathing is ragged, labored, and the sound of it, the power of being the one to decide when that last breath comes, makes everything return to an even keel in my world.

"We don't have the information we need."

I pull in one more deep breath before reopening my eyes and looking toward another Marine.

He points to the man as if I'm unaware of his declining condition.

"I know what I'm doing," I say, my voice full of warning.

I fight the urge to cover his body, to position myself in between him and my prey, but I learned long ago that no one wants to do what I do. They're quick to ask for help, but the depravity that is required to get information when someone doesn't want to talk has been left to me for years.

The other Marines keep their distance. They whisper when they think I'm not listening. I know how they feel about me. I know they sleep with one eye open when we're not on base. They fear me as much as the man sitting before me does.

"Ruiz, get back outside," Sergeant Rawley snaps before turning his full attention to me. "We need the coordinates for the secondary location. Can you get that for me, Hemlock?"

His question has much more to do with needing to know what headspace I'm in and less to do with my skills at pulling information from someone.

I swallow, once again fighting the dominance inside, urging me to protect my latest project.

Jameson Rawley is the only Marine I've met that doesn't turn green when my skills are needed. He's also been the only one to make me believe he understands the needs raging inside of me. He knows how thin of a moral line I skate.

"I can get that, Sergeant," I assure him.

I take the clap on the shoulder for what it is, a wordless job well done before I even complete my task, because he's that confident in my abilities.

I stand a little taller. The commendation is exactly what I need to continue my work without taking things too far.

This man will never step foot outside again.

He'll never see another sunrise.

He'll never know that when he detonated the bomb that killed two of the men in my unit, it also killed his wife and two children.

Well, he may know that last part. I'm also no stranger to a little mental torture, although the physical shit is my specialty.

I tap the tip of my blade on his cheek, but it does nothing to rouse him.

Being intimate with the stages of death, I know he looks worse than he actually is. Although, he's only a handful of slices from begging for death, and that's exactly where I need him to be. That's when he'll give me exactly what I want to know.

His eyes flutter when I carve a line down his left cheek, but then he stills.

I take a step back, rage bubbling inside me when I see his lips moving, as if he's praying to whatever god he believes in for either mercy or a miracle. This man doesn't deserve either.

Two United States Marines will be heading stateside in body bags to their grieving families because of this piece of shit.

Leaning in close, I pull in a deep breath.

"I'm your god now," I growl, my mouth inches from his ear. "I'm the only one who can show you mercy."

His eyes are open, the right one with only a slit of his eyeball showing.

He tries to straighten his spine, and for the briefest second, I commend him for attempting to be strong, but now is not the time for bravery.

"Give me what I need, and I'll kill you quickly," I barter, something I rarely offer when I'm in this position.

His eyes flutter closed, his mouth once again moving in prayer.

I shrug as I take a step forward, gripping a handful of his hair before pulling his head back. The words come faster, lips moving more rapidly, but this man's mistake is thinking I'll just kill him. No, the things he'll get from me today will be much worse than death.

My name is Pax "Hemlock" Hart, and I'm poison to everything I touch.

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There are certain rules that make the widows of servicemen off-limits.
As a veteran, I'm well aware that Claire Kennedy is forbidden.
It's why I've kept as much distance between the two of us as I can manage in our small town.
When she came looking for a job at my bar, I refused to hire her.
That didn't stop the gorgeous spitfire from showing up, putting on an apron, and getting to work one day while I was gone.
Not only is she good at tending bar, she's also an expert at keeping me distracted.
Being her boss doesn't matter when she catches me in her backyard.
Instead of asking me what I'm doing, she calls the cops.
Even with the threat of going to jail, I find myself smiling at her.
I knew she was going to be trouble the day she came to town.
Yet, I just can't seem to stay away.

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Prologue

Claire

“Is that right?” I ask Hux, a regular here at the bar, as I wipe the bar top in front of him.

His smile is big and inviting, but the curly blond hair and the bright green eyes aren’t something I usually go for. I’m more of a dark-and-dangerous girl, getting my thrills from the bad boy rather than the star quarterback, boy-next-door kind of guy, and this man has hometown hero written all over him.

“A solid one hundred,” he repeats. “How many people can say that?”

Say it? Nearly every soldier that walks into this place.

It actually being true is a whole other story.

Laughter meets my ears, but I do my best not to look to my right. I know what I’ll find, and I know exactly why my ex, Kent, chose this bar over every other one in town. His feelings are hurt. His pride took a hit when I broke up with him last week. He couldn’t understand why his cheating was actually a problem for me.

I lock my eyes on the man smiling back at me. I can see myself getting lost in a man like him for a few hours, but the cockiness would never work for me long term.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a soldier who made a perfect score on their ASVAB.”

His smile grows wider, and I know that grin has gotten this man out of a lot of trouble and into a lot of beds.

“So I was thinking,” he says, leaning in closer.

“Hold that thought, Casanova,” I tell him before walking down the bar to greet another customer.

I slap down napkins when I approach the couple, waiting for them to get their mouths off each other so I can take their drink order.

When I look back over my shoulder, I see something or someone has grabbed Hux's attention across the bar.

I’ve seen him in here before. I’ve seen that smile and know how easily he wields it to get his way. Women trip over themselves when he points it in their direction. I’d like to say that I’m immune, but I know I’m not.

It’s less than five minutes before I’m standing in front of Hux again.

“You live on base?” I ask, because his answer determines where we end up tonight.

He nods. “Will that be a problem for you?”

“Are you out of training yet?”

He shakes his head, a challenge in his eyes.

He says a lot with his eyes. If I were a certain type of girl who frequents the bars near the bases, I’d never give him a chance. A soldier not even out of training yet doesn’t make a lot of money and there’s no shortage of women around this town looking for a man who has the ability to take care of her.

“Are you good in bed? That’s what I’m looking for,” I tell him, getting right to the point.

“Nothing more?”

I shake my head.

“You’re sure?” he asks, angling his head in the direction of Kent and the woman he’s all over tonight. “That’s your ex, right?”

I lick my dry lips, not sure how I feel about this guy having paid more attention to me on his trips in here than I realized. I don’t like feeling like the one under the microscope. It's my job to pay attention to everyone and it's their job to drink.

My smile grows wider. I might’ve actually met my match with this man.

“One night of great sex, and maybe a little in-your-face flirting,” I say, knowing he’ll easily catch my drift.

His smile never falters, and that mischievous glint in his eyes is somehow familiar because I’ve seen it directed at so many others. The man isn’t exactly collecting notches in his bedpost, but he has perfected his charm.

“Not going to go all crazy on me next week when I come in here and pick up another girl?”

“Not really my style,” I tell him.

“Free drinks then?”

“I can charge you double?”

His laughter is smoky and rough and, despite the warmth in the air, it sends a wave of cold chills over my arms.

He’s dangerous. I can already tell, but not in the way that he’ll cause physical pain. He’s the right kind of flirt, and so confident in himself that he has to be good at what he’s offering.

“One night,” I clarify, smiling as he dips his head. “And then what?”

“Friends,” he offers, holding out his hand as if we're making some sort of deal.

“Meet me after my shift,” I tell him before walking away to help another customer.

Chapter 1

Walker

"Be right back," I tell Maggie before heading to the back.

The bar is crazy tonight, and although it's a great problem to have, staffing has been an issue for the last couple of months.

You'd think in a college town there'd be no shortage of people needing to make some fast cash, but we haven't had many people interested in working. Maybe their parents are providing all they need, unlike years in the past, when almost all students had a part-time job.

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There's no shortage of victims in my work with the Cerberus MC.

When I first met Brielle Adair, she had just witnessed a family tragedy.

She was broken, betrayed, and terrified that her end was near.

She chose to curl up in a frightened ball in my closet, and I chose to let her stay there.

My own history told me not to force her to do anything. She had to make those decisions on her own.

In order to start healing, she had to trust me, but knowing the lifestyle she was raised in, I didn't know if trusting her was the smart thing to do.

Does she really need our help, or is every tear and whimper a form of manipulation?

With the way I get lost in her pretty eyes, in the end, will it even matter?

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Prologue

Brielle

1 Year Ago

He knew.

Somehow, my stepbrother Xan knew what I had planned despite never having spoken a word about it out loud.

Does that mean Nathan knows? My stepbrother is mean, but he learned everything from his father, and that man knows exactly which form of punishment will hurt me the most.

My plan was more a feeling of desperation than anything else. If I stay, I'll die. Of that I'm certain, and although there are days both Adair men have made me wish for death, my will to live is greater... at least for today.

I do my best not to lick at the split on my upper lip, but there's something about the sting of pain and that coppery taste that makes swiping my tongue over it feel like an addiction.

Nathan left for a work trip, something he does often. Only this time, Xan was instructed to stay home, as if he had a sixth sense that I would try to leave. I’ve attempted to escape several times in the last ten years, and each time, I get a little further. Each time, the punishment is worse.

After poisoning Xan and then stabbing him in the side for good measure, I know my capture this time will be my last.

Maybe that's what moves my feet a little faster.

My lungs burn and my bare feet sting from the numerous injuries on them. Every muscle in my body hurts—most of the aches from the damage Xan did before I left the house.

I refuse to let that sense of hopelessness settle inside of me. The all-too-familiar feeling is already clawing at me from the inside, that voice that tells me to crawl back and beg for forgiveness. It's the same voice that tells me to just conform, to be the evil princess Nathan has worked so hard for many years to create in me.

I wince, my muscles tight as I lift my hand and bang on the door.

What I'm doing could very well get me killed, and when the porch light flips on, I know I've signed this woman's death warrant as well. There's no escaping the wrath of Nathan Adair, and that fear he has instilled in an entire community is why the help offered to me is mostly non-existent.

"I'm ready," I tell her, unconcerned by the barrel of the gun pointed at my face.

She wavers. I see the look in her eyes. She knows what this means for her as well. Her only hope of survival would be to force me to leave and then beg for forgiveness, but that oath she swore to when becoming a cop wins out.

Lucky for me.

Not so lucky for her.

Lowering her weapon. she grabs me by the arm and pulls me inside, the porch light flicking off a second later.

"How did you find my house?" Her voice shakes, and I know what she's feeling. It's a mixture of fear and adrenaline. She's wondering if she's making the biggest mistake of her life. Spoiler—she is.

I know she wants to take down the biggest crime lord the Midwest has seen in decades, but it's going to take more than the testimony of an abused nineteen-year-old to make that happen, and that's on the off chance that I'll ever see the inside of a courtroom.

"How do you think?" I growl, feeling like we're wasting time. I need to put as much distance between Nathan and Xan as possible.

"Do you have more evidence?"

I narrow my eyes at the woman. It wouldn't be completely unheard of for this woman to be on Nathan's payroll. She could be a test to determine if I'm willing to roll over on my family. She could've been willing to help me mere days ago when she handed me her business card in the restroom at the hair salon. She was in plain clothes. The second she put her back to the door, she prevented me from leaving unless I made a scene.

I took the card, knowing it would get me into serious trouble if found, but Xan has gotten a little lax when taking me for routine things. I have my hair done every six weeks, like clockwork. I'm supposed to look presentable, worthy of the Adair name when out in public.

"Where are they keeping the women?"

I swallow, considering how I should answer. If I tell her the truth, that I don't know shit about what she's referencing, then I'm useless to her. She'll tell me to leave and to not come back until I have what they need to finally make a case stick.

There's no going back for me, and I won't be a pawn in any cop’s bid to take down my stepfather.

"I'm not saying shit until I know I'm safe." I won't say anything even then. The second I open my mouth against Nathan, I'm dead. I just need a place to get my shit together so I can formulate a real plan of escape.

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If you can’t ask your best friend to get you pregnant then who can you ask?

Adalynn Tate made a promise to her childhood friend.
They vowed that they’d do everything together, including marrying their junior high crush and having all their babies at the same time.
Her friend has succeeded. She got the guy, and the first bun is in the oven.
Now it’s Adalynn’s turn to make her own dreams a reality.
When Adalynn’s best guy friend comes over, he sees the pamphlets for her to have a baby on her own.
Cash does what any best friend would do – offers his free, platonic services instead of extra medical bills.
He doesn’t know Adalynn has had a crush on him since junior high, something she’s done her best to lock down deep as not to threaten their friendship.
Adalynn knows in this world you don’t get to have it all: the baby, the man, the fairytale.
But Cash has other plans for her.

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Chapter 1

Cash

I press my fingers into my eyes, wondering just how bad it could actually be if I applied just a little more pressure. Surely, the compassionate folks in our small town would give me a break then, right?

“No, Mr. Prichard. That’s not a good reason to call 911.”

“Listen here, Cash Tucker, I’m too old to take lip from you.”

I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from saying something that will have the entire damn town talking for the next several weeks.

“All I’m saying is calling the non-emergency number about this is probably better.”

“No one ever answers the non-emergency number.” Mr. Pritchard huffs. “Margie is missing. That’s an emergency.”

“Margie always comes back home or someone spots her and posts in the online group,” I remind him.

“I don’t think I like your tone.”

I take another deep, fortifying breath. “Calling 911 because your peacock is missing isn’t appropriate. It ties up the county dispatcher. Now, the non-emergency number to the office is—”

“She’s a peahen,” he corrects. “And I know the number, but that still doesn’t negate the fact that she’s missing.”

“I’m sure your peahen will be back soon,” I assure him. “In the meantime, why don’t you head down to Wooden It Be Nice and grab a roll of chicken wire? If you cover the top of her run, she wouldn’t be able to escape.”

“Don’t call me when you have an emergency.” He huffs before hanging up.

The man has to know I’d never do that. If it were a true emergency, I’d call the sheriff’s department.

Lindell hasn’t had a police force for very long, but as the town-designated chief, I field a lot of ridiculousness. I wish I could say the calls from Bobby John Prichard are few and far between, but Margie sneaking out is a regular occurrence.

I guess I should be glad that nothing more serious is happening in town, but I’m catching shit from the county about the 911 calls. Although there are days I wish they’d charge Mr. Prichard for misuse of the emergency system they have in place the way they’ve threatened to, I know I’d never hear the end of it if they did.

Because it’s easy to copy and paste the note I’m required to make about the phone call, I feel a little better about how far behind I am on paperwork. That is until I look at the spiral notebook sitting beside the phone. When I went to college and got a degree in criminal justice, before going through the police academy, I pictured myself fighting crime and putting half a dozen bad guys in jail every day. Maybe that would’ve been the case if I’d stayed in Houston where I did my internship, but here in Lindell, Texas, my day usually consists of calls just like the one that just ended. There are occasions when Mike Hodson, the sheriff, needs help out on the highway or there’s a call just right outside of my jurisdiction. It’s most definitely nothing like how I pictured my life when I was younger, but Lindell is the only place I’ve ever found that fully welcomed me.

As an orphaned child who wasn’t adopted until eight years old, I’ve learned to take the care and concern where I can get it. It’s very possible that I have lower expectations of everyone in my life, but that’s another story for a different day. Right now, I need to focus on getting the mounds of paperwork done before the town starts waking up.

I’m pressing rough fingers into my eyelids and yawning when the chime above the door jangles. It takes blinking several times before Chandler Jacobs, the only other full-time cop the city has, comes into view. We have another reserve officer, Hank West, but he usually only works when Chandler and I just can’t make a shift.

“Brought breakfast,” he says, holding up a familiar rectangular box. “Adalynn was looking good this morning.”

I clench my jaw. I’ve grown used to this routine, so it’s easier to keep my mouth shut.

“Weren’t you needing a little time off?” I ask, the taunt suddenly making me feel like a complete asshole.

Chandler’s dad is sick, and they have tests scheduled later this week. I know they’re fearful that the man’s cancer has returned, so even hinting that I’ll take away his time-off request is a shitty move on my part.

My tease doesn’t bother the man, mostly because he knows better. I’ve always been a very flexible guy. We depend on each other, and there may come a time when that dependence will be a life-or-death situation.

“I think she was disappointed that I’m the one who stopped in this morning.”

“I saw her last night,” I inform him. “Had dinner with her dad and stepmom.”

I lift my hand to hide my yawn.

“Yeah? You seem tired. Have a little something something for dessert?” Chandler is waggling his eyebrows up and down animatedly.

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