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    Torture & Agony: Inferno Glory MC, #3
    Torture & Agony: Inferno Glory MC, #3
    Torture & Agony: Inferno Glory MC, #3
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    Torture & Agony: Inferno Glory MC, #3

    By Jennifer Ann

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    *This is a serial. The installments are not novel length and are intended for readers over 18.* 

    Harley’s story continues with the third part in the Inferno Glory series. Upon learning Colt is in surgery with unknown injuries, the guilt of what Harley has done becomes too great to bare, and she decides he’d be better off without her. Just when Ranger convinces her to keep her transgression to herself and simply be there for Colt, however, she stumbles across a disturbing sight that completely changes everything. 

    Harley leaves town to seek advice from an old friend, and returns armed with a new perspective on her situation, only to make more regrettable mistakes and new enemies. But it isn’t long before she learns that she isn’t the only one keeping a dark secret. Blown away by with her new discovery, it will seem the MC is in danger, and her chances of having any kind of a future with Colt have been blown to pieces.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJennifer Ann
    Release dateSep 4, 2017
    ISBN9781386659488
    Torture & Agony: Inferno Glory MC, #3
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    Jennifer Ann

    Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York and can often be found either there or at concerts, rocking with the best of them. On the rare occasions she realizes she's no longer a spring chicken, you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.

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      Torture & Agony - Jennifer Ann

      1

      After Cheyenne told me that Colt had been shot, Kandi insisted that I ride in her car to the hospital, but I needed the wind in my face and time alone to clear my head. More than anything, I’m terrified what she’ll say or even do when she discovers that I was with her brother after she warned me not to mess with him or Colt. Though Cheyenne swore up and down that she’d keep the discovery of me and Logan in the club’s bed a secret, I don’t know her well enough to assume that she’s trustworthy. How ironic that I'm worried about Cheyenne being trustworthy, when I'm the one who cheated on Colt, betrayed his trust, and acted like

      a

      slut

      .

      It was a colossal mistake to sleep with Logan, and I can’t even really use the excuse of being drunk, even though I basically blacked it out. The unshakable feeling that it’s not something I can simply sweep under the rug has my head all messed up. I know I deserve every bad thing headed my way. Karma is a bitch, and, apparently, so

      am

      I

      .

      By the time I wind through the massive hospital parking lot and dismount my bike, my heart is racing so painfully hard that I have to stop several times on the way to the building, resting my hands on my knees as I attempt to catch my breath.

      If Colt dies, I’ll never forgive myself for betraying him. What the fuck was I thinking?

      Remmy, Thunder, and Ranger are easy to spot pacing in the busy waiting area outside the ER. Covered in tattoos and wearing the matching leather vests bearing the MC logo, they’re by far the best looking men in the room, and their presence demands attention in addition to respect.

      Racing over to them, I blurt, "What happened? Where

      is

      he

      ?"

      Ranger’s scowl softens when his kind, brown eyes land on me. He offers an unspoken apology with a dip of

      his

      chin

      .

      Remmy, however, gives me a cold, hard stare. "What are you

      doin

      ’

      here

      ?"

      Honestly, I’m past caring whether or not he finds out I’ve been having sex with Colt and Ranger. I’ve made such a mess of things that I don’t see how I can stick around much longer anyway. How can I stay there when I feel like the latest club whore?

      Tired of the MC’s president telling me what to do, I narrow my eyes. We’ve only recently made amends and he’s already acting like my father. "Maybe you forgot that I’m living with Colt. Where.

      Is

      .

      He

      ?"

      In surgery, Ranger answers.

      I turn back around to face him. In reality, I want to throw my arms around his neck and beg him to tell me Colt will be okay. What happened?

      There were more of ‘em than we figured on, he says, glancing Remmy’s way as if waiting for permission to continue. "They caught us by surprise when we moved in on the truck, and came up from behind. Colt must’ve froze up because he didn’t fire back. They got a few shots in before Thunder shut ‘em down. Hit Colt in the back, and he wiped out in the middle of

      the

      road

      ."

      Something deep inside of me breaks with the visual of Colt being shot and tipping his bike. Pushing through a sudden burn of tears begging to spill, I ask, What are the doctors saying?

      Too early to tell, Remmy answers, wiping at his wrinkled face. When they wheeled him in for surgery, they were just hopin’ it missed his spinal chord.

      The antiseptic smell of the hospital becomes stifling when I inhale a sharp breath. What if Colt comes out of this paralyzed? All at once my knees threatened to buckle, and my stomach lurches angrily.

      Ranger moves into my side in a quick but subtle move, as if sensing I’m about to lose it. He casually reaches for my elbow. "I was just goin’ down to the cafeteria for coffee.

      Wanna

      come

      ?"

      Relieved when Remmy looks away, I nod and silently walk away with him. My legs shake as we weave a path through hacking patients and crying children. Once we’re through a set of doors leading to an empty, sterile hallway, I finally give in to my wavering emotions.

      Fuck! He has to be okay! I yell, almost collapsing to the tiled floor. Strong arms wrap around me and I fist Ranger’s shirt beneath his jacket, pressing my face into his hard muscles as his enticing scent fills me. I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose my shit and cry now, though it feels like a title wave of emotions is about to

      break

      free

      .

      He’s gonna be fine, Ranger coos, bending to kiss the top of my head. Colt’s tough. Not much can stop that stubborn son of a bitch.

      I lose myself in his warm, safe embrace for a few minutes, trying to fight past the sickness building in my gut. Ranger doesn’t let go, and strokes my hair the way my mother would before

      she

      died

      .

      When I can breathe again, I mumble, "Get me outta here. I can’t sit around while he’s…I have

      to

      go

      ."

      Sure, baby, Ranger answer, planting a kiss on my forehead before taking

      my

      hand

      .

      We slip past Remmy and the others in the waiting area, and hit the parking lot where I grab my helmet on the way to Ranger’s bike. He holds my hand as I mount his Harley, then helps me secure the strap on my helmet before pressing a soft kiss to

      my

      lips

      .

      As we pull onto the main road, we pass Kandi’s car with Cheyenne in front and Lacey in back. I don’t draw attention to myself by waving, and pray to the gods of motorcycles that they somehow missed us. I can’t deal with Cheyenne’s judgmental looks on top of everything else. I just need to

      get

      away

      .

      I don’t mind riding bitch with Ranger, especially not now when I’m barely keeping it together. Despite whatever unusual relationship we’ve formed in our sexual conquests, it comes as a major comfort to wrap my arms around one of the few people I consider to be a friend.

      Ranger heads straight out of the city toward the ocean, taking the scenic highway parallel to the water for a long stretch. As the salty air fills my lungs, I feel my anxiety melting away, though it doesn’t erase the disturbing memories from the night before. By the time Ranger finds a spot on a service road to park, I’m hit with a wave of nausea. I slip off the bike and bend in half, waiting for a surge of puke that never comes.

      Colt won’t want anything to do with me once he learns the

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