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Revenge & Love: Inferno Glory MC, #5
Revenge & Love: Inferno Glory MC, #5
Revenge & Love: Inferno Glory MC, #5
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In the final installment of Harley’s story, her journey comes to a heart-stopping conclusion with more spilled blood and shocking revelations. Colt will stop at nothing in seeking revenge against those responsible for sending Harley to prison, even if it means putting his own life on the line. Will they still get the happily ever after they deserve, or will Colt’s actions and the fate of the MC drive them apart forever?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJennifer Ann
Release dateSep 4, 2017
ISBN9781386869740
Revenge & Love: Inferno Glory MC, #5
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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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    Revenge & Love - Jennifer Ann

    Revenge & Love: Inferno Glory MC

    Revenge & Love: Inferno

    Glory

    MC

    Book

    5

    Jennifer Ann

    Copyright © 2017 Jennifer Naumann

    All rights reserved worldwide.

    No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The publication is protected under the US Copyright Act of 1976 and all other applicable international, federal, state, and local laws, and all rights are reserved, including resale rights: you are not allowed to give or sell this ebook to anyone else. If you received this from anywhere other than Amazon or the author, you have received a

    pirated

    copy

    .

    Cover Design: Q Design

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    Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Jawa’s Angels MC

    ONE

    Also by Jennifer Ann

    To my fans…

    About the Author

    Acknowledgements

    1

    Harley


    Three years ago, when my friend Shawna sat on the stand in the small courtroom and told boldfaced lies to the jury, I would’ve done anything for a chance to confront her, and ask her why in the hell she betrayed me, destroying our friendship. Though she was too much of a coward to make eye contact with me, I’m pretty sure she could feel my hateful stare burning through her like flames filtering in hell the way she squirmed.

    Now that I’ve had a chance to hear her side and learn the pathetic story of how she was only trying to protect her younger sister from being beaten by her mom’s creep of a boyfriend, I almost feel sorry for her. Even though she was a victim of sorts, however, she should’ve had the courage to stand up to the abusive bastard since her mom wouldn't.

    I guess it’s easier to say such things when you’re looking from the outside in at a situation, like through a window. The fact that Shawna married a wealthy older man and had his child somewhat made up for her shitty life, though I’d still like her to pay for taking such a large chunk

    of

    mine

    .

    Once she’s gone from the hotel room with one last apology that I refuse to acknowledge, Colt sits silently at my side, giving me time to process the fact that one of the member’s old ladies was the one calling the shots in the set-up that sent me away. Cheyenne must’ve been the one Axel was talking to the day I overheard him scheming my fate. But how do they know each other?

    Cheyenne only started dating Thunder recently. It doesn’t explain how she was involved in my business three years earlier—even mentioning the MC several times according to Shawna. And Shawna said Cheyenne had mentioned the MC several times. As hard as I try to make a connection between myself and Cheyenne, however, nothing fits. There must be something pretty big that I’m missing. It’s clear the only way I’m going to get the answers I’m looking for is to find the devious little bitch.

    We have to go about this real careful, darlin,’ Colt says softly after awhile, running his fingers along the length of my arm. "You can’t go spookin’ Cheyenne, or she could go completely off the grid. I’ll have a tap put on her phone and spend the next couple of days followin’ her. In the meantime, we better keep it on the down-low until we

    know

    more

    ."

    So much for going on a bitch hunt. How does he expect me to sit still when I’m so much closer to seeking revenge? I sink against him. "What about Remmy… and the funeral?" I choke out the last word, still unable to believe that any of this is real. When I came back to the club to be with my family, I most certainly didn’t have my brother in mind. I wanted to be close to Remmy again—the man my father considered as special as any flesh and blood relatives he’d ever had. My second father and second chance at having a family

    are

    gone

    .

    Soft lips press to the side of my head. Remmy was a good friend of the sheriff’s. He’ll be all over this investigation. I’ll do more diggin’ on your brother while I’m lookin’ for Cheyenne. And there’s nothin’ that can keep me from bein’ at your side for the funeral. Locking his arms around me, he takes a deep breath and blows it out through his nose against my head. "Plannin’ on doin’ whatever it takes to make things right

    for

    you

    ."

    I can’t believe he’s really gone, I whisper as fresh tears roll down my cheeks. I keep thinking this is just a bad dream and he’s sitting at his desk in the clubhouse.

    "Losin’ people you love is never easy. But you know that. It’ll take time, darlin.’ Your heart will never fully heal, but eventually you’ll accept that he’s gone, and hold tight to the memories. They’re sometimes all a person has to get through

    the

    day

    ."

    I shift in his arms to face him, brushing my fingertip against his wide bottom lip. I can’t imagine what it was like for you to lose both your parents at the same time in that car crash. At least I had a warning when Jawa was diagnosed with cancer.

    The wounded look he gives me is heartbreaking, cutting through my heart like a knife. For a brief moment, I feel as if I can see the teenage boy who lost everything in one day. There are times when it seems nothing phases Colt Sawyer, but it’s beginning to look as if the tough guy act is cracking.

    What about your mom?

    he

    asks

    .

    Gut wrenching, I turn away. "It was sudden too, but I don’t like to talk

    about

    it

    ."

    His warm hand touches my jaw. Tell me what I can do. Tell me how I can help make it better.

    You can take me to see my parents in the morning, I answer quietly. It’s time I visit their graves.

    As one of the longest days of my life comes to a close, I fall asleep in Colt’s arms in the king sized hotel bed overlooking the city. Snuggled in the warm embrace of the man I love, I feel protected and at peace for the first time since Remmy died even if it’s just for a fleeing moment.


    *


    In the morning, after a visit to the headstones on the edge of the city where my parents were buried side-by-side at Jawa’s request, I’m somehow calmed by the time we pull up to the clubhouse to retrieve our bikes. Still, I try to imagine what went down when Remmy died as I sit in Ranger’s pickup, staring at the building.

    Colt gives my hand a squeeze. "You don’t have to

    go

    in

    ."

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