Broken Hearts: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Mad Jackals MC, #3

BROKEN HEARTS: Mad Jackals MC (Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

HE PROMISED ME THAT he’d always be there for me. But that was before he was gunned down in the streets and left to die. Since that terrible day, he was gone—alive only in my memory.

Until I saw him again—heard his booming laugh, and traced the irresistible smile on his lips.

He’d gone through hell, but behind those eyes was the same man whom I gave my heart to years ago. The same man who held me in his strong hands as his heart beat in time with mine. The same man who promised me he’d never let go.

Or so I thought.

He wasn’t the same Ray Nolan of my memories.

Not anymore.

And beneath all the excitement and pleasure lies a darkness that I’m not ready to face.

A darkness that remembers the promise he made:

To hold me tight.

And never let go.

Chapter 1

She dials Cassie’s cell, hearing as the call rings out. Dammit. She remembers that Cassie had a date that night; it had probably gone as well as she had been hoping. She could call her dad, but she doesn’t want to worry him. A bad heart meant that one bad shock could put him in danger again and she couldn’t do that. There was only one other person that she could call at this time of night. She chews her cheek, knowing that it’s not an ideal solution, but her need for some comfort, for someone that cares about her outweighs any trepidation she had about making the call.

He picks up on the third ring. Mia? He sounds half-asleep, which wasn’t so strange at midnight.

Hi, Eli. Did I wake you? She cringes at her question; of course she’d woken him up, it was the middle of the damn night! She clenches her jaw hard to stop her teeth from chattering. She gathers the blanket that the cop had given her tighter around her shoulders.

It doesn’t matter. What’s happened? Are you all right? His voice sounds wide awake now, wide awake and concerned, scared for her. She feels the tears that she’d been holding back start to slip out of her eyes. Has he hurt you, Mia? The growl in his voice tells her that Eli would have no qualms in hunting Ray down if that was the case.

Not in the way you think. She breathes in, struggling to get herself under control before she collapses in sobs. My apartment...they...they trashed it. I wouldn’t ask but I can’t get hold of Cassie and I don’t want to call my dad.

I’m coming to get you, Mia. Stay where you are. Are you on your own? She can hear him moving around, dragging on his clothes as he talks to her.

No, the police are here; they’ve taken my statement already. I’m so cold, Eli. I can’t get warm. It’s eighty-five degrees and I’m shaking. How crazy is that? She knows she’s babbling and sounding more than a little crazed, but she can’t seem to stop talking.

You’re in shock, Mia. It’s completely normal. I’m coming to get you. Just sit tight, all right? His voice is soothing, comforting, but she can hear the coiled anger behind it, anger at whoever has scared her.

Eli. Will you stay on the line until you get here? She bites her lip, hating the pleading in her own voice, but desperately needing to know that he was there for her, that he could depend on her.

Just try to stop me. He chuckles quietly into the phone and she grips the cell in her hand tighter.

You were right, Eli. You were right about Ray. You were right about it all. She doesn’t try to stop the tears from overflowing this time.

That doesn’t matter. None of it matters anymore, Mia. I’m coming to get you and everything’s going to be all right. I’ll fix everything. The certainty in Eli’s voice gives her a warm feeling of reassurance.

She had made such a big mistake believing in Ray. She’d so desperately wanted to believe that he was a good man, that he was the one for her, that he was the only one that she would ever need. She’d ignored all the signs, all the secrets and now she was paying for it. She deserved this, this pain in her heart; she’d done it to herself.

She feels eyes on her, a prickling at her neck, as if someone were staring at her. Her head whips round to the road, wondering if whoever had totaled her apartment had come back to enjoy his handiwork or maybe to do something to her this time. But it’s not a violent stranger that she sees; it’s Ray. He’s straddling his bike, a bulge on the back of it. She doesn’t need to look any closer to know that it’s his bag of blood money. She would know his shape anywhere.

He had slipped out when the police had arrived, not wanting to answer any searching questions. But now he was watching her, like he had for all those years, checking up on her, checking that she was all right.

Mia locks eyes with him, feeling the pain stab at her heart like an open wound. Then, deliberately, she turns her back to him, not wanting to see him anymore. She had been right the first time, she thinks to herself. The man staring at her was a violent stranger. The Ray that she’d thought she’d known didn’t exist anymore. He had left that day eight years ago. Whoever had come back wasn’t the same person that she had known, that she had loved. He was an intruder in her life. All she knew for sure was that he was a liar and a coward and she never wanted to see him again.

Chapter 2

She breathes in the scent of him, something warm and manly and completely his own. His mouth against her ear whispers words that drive her crazy while his fingers are sending her inside out with need. She rakes her fingers across his back, reveling in the feel of his taut muscles underneath her hands.

Her mouth desperately searches for his and then his lips are on hers, his tongue invading her in the most delicious claim of possession. She opens her mouth to him and a low moan escapes as he finds her more than willing. Meanwhile his fingers don’t stop their slow progression down towards the infernal heat between her legs.

She opens to him, lifting her hips to meet his hand, desperate for his touch. He teases her, making her wait until she feels like she’s about to explode and then his fingers find the silky seam between her thighs. She gasps as he strokes her, his fingers sliding along the slickness of her swollen lips. A moan escapes her as he drags his thumb over her clit and then his fingers are moving inside of her, touching her exactly as she needs him to.

Ray, I need you, please. She’s only vaguely aware of the words coming out of her mouth; all she knows is that she can’t wait for him any longer. She needs him inside of her or she’s going to scream.

She opens her eyes and looks up to see him hovering over her. He’s looking down at her with that expression on his face that makes her feel like she’s the only woman in the world he would ever want. It makes her heart clench in her chest and there’s an answering warmth that stretches up from her pussy. Without breaking their connection, he enters her, spreading her folds and burying his shaft inside of her. She doubles over in pleasure, her body already hanging by a thread from the way he’s been touching her and she comes hard, crying out his name while she breaks apart underneath him.

Ray. His name is a gasp on Mia’s lips as she sits bolt upright in bed. She looks around the room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. She reaches her hand out to the other side of the bed and finds it empty. She’s alone. Ray isn’t there and the only sign of him is the throbbing between her legs and the hammering of her heart. She lets out a