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    Mayhem: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Los Desperados MC, #3
    Mayhem: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Los Desperados MC, #3
    Mayhem: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Los Desperados MC, #3
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    Mayhem: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Los Desperados MC, #3

    By Kara Parker

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    Mayhem is book 3 and the finale of the Los Desperados MC trilogy!​

    I can’t trust her, but that doesn’t mean I’m keeping my hands off her.


    I don’t take no for an answer, and I get things done—whatever it takes. 
    So when our latest heist lands us the best runner from our rival club, it’s up to me to pry the words out of her mouth.

    Easier said than done.

    She’s a maniac on the road and a bigger freak between the sheets. 
    With lips begging to be kissed and curves screaming to be tamed.

    She thinks she can beat me, she thinks she can lie.
    But she better get in line, because if she doesn’t…

    … I’ve got orders to put a bullet between her eyes.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateJan 15, 2018
    ISBN9781386062967
    Mayhem: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Los Desperados MC, #3

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      Mayhem - Kara Parker

      MAYHEM: Los Desperados MC (Book 3)

      By Kara Parker

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      I CAN’T TRUST HER, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M KEEPING MY HANDS OFF HER.

      I DON’T TAKE NO FOR an answer, and I get things done—whatever it takes.

      So when our latest heist lands us the best runner from our rival club, it’s up to me to pry the words out of her mouth.

      Easier said than done.

      She’s a maniac on the road and a bigger freak between the sheets.

      With lips begging to be kissed and curves screaming to be tamed.

      She thinks she can beat me, she thinks she can lie.

      But she better get in line, because if she doesn’t...

      ... I’ve got orders to put a bullet between her eyes.

      Chapter 1

      It had been two weeks since the fight at the hotel. I had no idea what had happened with Paul’s body. Part of me didn’t want to know. The Bandits must have figured out he was dead by now. I hoped they created a memorial for him somewhere. I hoped someone else was mourning him other than me. I hoped they were making a tombstone for him. There wouldn’t be a body to put in the ground, but he deserved a real tombstone at least.

      I hadn’t spoken with Julian since that night in the hotel. He had brought me back to Los Desperados’ headquarters and I meant what I said. I would never touch him again. I never wanted to see him again. There was a small basement apartment in the clubhouse where Marge and her old lady lived. They had an extra bedroom and told me I could stay as long I wanted.

      I spent five full days crying on the bed. I would wake up, try to eat something, and then it would all come back to me, every event of that horrible night. I remembered the crying maid, the fight, Paul’s death, and the silent cleaner who arrived after it was all over. That surprised look on Paul’s face was the worst part. I saw it in my dreams at night. Paul was being pulled away from me and I was running and struggling to grab him. But he was always just out of reach and his expression never changed.

      When Julian killed Paul he had destroyed my chances of rejoining The Bandits. They knew Paul had been looking for me and when he never came back they must have accurately guessed what happened. Paul died trying to rescue me and I still hadn’t come home. I couldn’t go back. If I did, they would ask me what happened to Paul and they would pull the truth out of me. Paul had come to rescue me at a hotel where I had been sleeping with a Los Desperados member. Not only had I betrayed my gang, but my actions had got a member killed, too. They would never forgive me for it. If I went back to The Bandits now, they would kill me.

      Julian had known. He wanted me to join Los Desperados. It was his only goal from the beginning and he made that clear many times. I refused, but he didn’t take no for an answer. I had refused to willingly join them, so he forced my hand. Like it or not I was part of Los Desperados now. All I had to do was prove my loyalty. And what about Julian? Was this all some trick on his part? Had he been trying to seduce me away from my gang? Had he planned the whole thing, pretending to have feelings for me and care about me just to get what he wanted?

      We had encountered The Bandits seven times in the two weeks since Paul had died. They weren’t looking to rescue me anymore; they were hunting me down. They had tried to attack the clubhouse, but had been beaten back on the road. They had tried to sabotage a drop-off, but had been pushed back by Los Desperados’ superior numbers and firepower. They were getting desperate and everyone could tell. The Bandits thought they were running this town, but underneath the surface Los Desperados had been growing and now they were winning.

      Intercepting The Bandits’ heist would end all of that. It might not destroy The Bandits, but I knew they needed the money and without it they would have to back off Los Desperados and focus on moving goods. If this deal went right it would end the fighting for a long time. That was what I wanted. I wanted this gang war to end so I could get back into the business of driving, only now I would drive for Los Desperados.

      I had put all of my dreams of riding and being with Julian away. I didn’t know who my blocker would be, but Marco told me I would have my pick. It wouldn’t be Julian. I hadn’t been thinking about Julian. My every thought was about that night at the Ace Hotel and what happened to Paul. Where had they put his body? What about the clothes he had been wearing and the bike he had arrived on? But the cleaner was good at his job and the money had been enough to keep the maid quiet. No one had listed Paul as a missing person; there was no hunt for his murderer.

      There didn’t need to be a hunt. His murderer lived at the same address I did only two floors up. I had thought about Julian a little and only recently. After five days of nothing but crying I reminded myself life is for the living and I forced myself to get up and shower and talk to people. It had helped. Marge and Victoria, her girlfriend, were funny and understanding. They gave me clothes to wear and made me spaghetti and we ate it together around their scratched-up kitchen table.

      By then Julian had stopped trying to convince me that killing Paul had been an accident. When we first came back to the clubhouse he begged me to go to his apartment with him. He told me I could have his bed and he would sleep on the couch or even down here in the bar. But that wasn’t good enough. I had made myself a promise that I was done with Julian and I intended to keep it.

      It was easy. Every time I looked at him I saw the hit that killed Paul, or the moments that followed where he called the cleaner to make Paul disappear. He had been cold and ruthless and his hands were the hands that had killed someone I loved. I never wanted to be touched by him again.

      The first day Julian came down to talk to me I refused to open my door. He came back the next day and the day after. On the

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