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Devil’s Boneyard MC, Book 12

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Action & Adventure

Date Published: 11/18/2022


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Melina — Men have never given me a reason to trust them. The Bratva taught
me men are brutal. Selfish. And take what they want. Death would be better
than tying myself to one ever again. Then a Russian biker swoops in to save
me. As much as I want to believe everything he says, how can I? I’ve
only known pain at the hands of men. I want him to be different… but
any hope I had died long ago.

Stripes — She thinks she’s broken. I see a survivor. A strong woman
who’s still standing despite what’s been done to her. It will
take time, but I’ll help her heal. Prove not all men are evil.
I’ll give her a reason to keep living. Never again will someone cause
her pain. If they do, they’ll answer to me. My hands are already
stained with blood. What’s a little more?

WARNING: Recommended for readers 18+ due to language, violence, and adult
situations. Stripes is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series and
contains darker content some readers may find objectionable. Stripes can be
read as a stand-alone story, even though it’s part of a series


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Copyright ©2022 Harley Wylde

“What intel did Wire send us?” I asked.

Gator shrugged, which meant he’d been as pissed as I was and
hadn’t paid close attention. We’d parked about a block away and
observed the place from a distance. I leaned against a building, smoking a
cigarette, in the hopes people wouldn’t be suspicious. So far,
we’d seen a few customers go in and come out not too long afterward. I
highly doubted they were getting their money’s worth.

“I wish Specter would show the fuck up,” I grumbled.

“We’ll be lucky if he does.” Gator scanned the area.
“Can I ask you something?”

“If I say no, will it stop you?”

He snorted and shook his head. As I figured. I motioned for him to go

“Why did you agree to this? Breaking the woman out of there, I
understand. But letting them marry the two of you? Why the fuck would you
take a whore as your wife?”

I fought for control, knowing he was genuinely curious and didn’t
mean it the way it sounded. Otherwise, I’d have already put my fist
through his face. I took my time, trying to figure out how I could word

“The woman in there didn’t agree to become a whore. They beat
her. Raped her. Forced her into that way of life. If we don’t get her
out, she’ll only suffer more. Grimm and the Dixie Reapers are
concerned the Bratva will try to take her back. Marriage is the only way to
protect her.”

Gator stared a moment before giving a slight nod. “Fine. As long as
they didn’t coerce you into this shit. I know how big your heart is,
Stripes, even if others don’t always realize it.”

I grinned and put out my cigarette. “Let’s get this out of the
way. If Specter shows, great. If not, we’ll handle it.”

Breaking into a brothel wasn’t exactly difficult. I’d expected
security, but I hadn’t seen a single man watching over the place. If
they’d had electronic surveillance, I knew one of the hackers would
have disabled it by now. We walked through the front doors and a woman, most
likely the madam, smiled at us broadly.

“Gentlemen, what’s your pleasure today? We can cater to any and
all of your needs.”

I curled my fingers into a fist, fighting to maintain control. I wanted to
rip this place to pieces with my bare hands. Instead, I took in my
surroundings. At a quick glance, I saw the frightened women nearby. A few of
them looked completely destroyed. They no longer cared what happened to
them, and the woman in front of me was the deadest of them all. Despite her
smile, her eyes were vacant. She was little more than a puppet. I doubted
she had any real control. The Bratva owned her, same as the other women
here. Her greeting us only meant she’d been here the longest.
They’d broken her long ago and had no reason to doubt she’d do
exactly as they commanded.

I didn’t think any of these women came here voluntarily. Someone had
possibly trafficked them. At the very least, they were being disciplined
like Melina. I didn’t want them to get hurt, which meant I needed to
be careful. And yet, I’d have to get my point across. The thought of
scaring them soured my stomach. But fear and pain would be the only way to
get their attention. At first, anyway.

“Do you want easy way or hard way?” I folded my arms. I
didn’t need them to know I was a pushover when it came to a damsel in
distress. With my accent, they might even think I had Bratva ties. And I
knew it was thicker than usual right now. Even I could hear the difference.
“I want Melina Romanov.”


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