(Kiss of Death MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: April 18, 2025
Hannah’s stubborn, abrasive, and vicious. She’s also mine.
Hannah: My life as I knew it ended the night my boyfriend tried to rape me.
I killed the swine, and I’m not sorry. After that night, it became my
mission to rid the world of as many predators as I could. If that meant I
got slapped around a little, I’d sacrifice for the cause. What I
didn’t count on was my brother’s best friend coming to my
rescue. That dangerous vibe he’s giving off is making me feel things I
never expected. Knuckles fought for me. Protected me. Now he’s using
words like “claim” and “old lady,” but I’m not
sure I want to be anyone’s property. Not unless it means he’s my
property too.
Knuckles: I came to Afternoon Delytes to get the information I needed to
destroy a woman who’d betrayed me. I never expected to see my best
friend’s sister take a backhand to the face. She has the biggest heart
of anyone I’ve ever met. She’s also vicious. And mine.
EXCERPT
Knuckles
“You tell that bitch I’m comin’ for her. She has a week
at most to make her peace.” I’d never meant a statement more in
my fucking life.
“I’m just puttin’ you in touch with her, Knuckles.
Ain’t your errand boy. You want to negotiate, you go through her
people.”
“Nothin’ to negotiate. When you confirm your job’s done,
you tell her the only thing I want from her is her fuckin’ head on a
pike.”
“You’re not gettin’ your daughter back until you talk
with her, man. She made that very clear.”
“Too bad for her I already have my daughter.”
Finally, I got a reaction out of Wild Bill. Only a raised eyebrow but way
more than the man normally showed. He wasn’t a man I trusted exactly,
but he held to a code and I respected that. “OK… That’s
news.”
“Is it.” I didn’t phrase my words as a question.
“How long have you had her?”
“Since before they managed to sell Pippa,” I snapped. “I
know Beth wants my supplier, and I know she worked for several months to
undercut me, so I was prepared for somethin’. It never occurred to me
she’d sell her own daughter for a drug deal, but it should have. I
knew years ago there was somethin’ not right with Beth. Even before
she brought Pippa to see me. I knew there was another shoe to drop but
wasn’t expectin’ her to actually sell our daughter to get even
with me.”
“Look. I got in touch with you as a favor to her. I can see I made an
error in judgment.” Yeah, Wild Bill could see how pissed I was.
“I’ll deliver your message to the bitch and go one better.
I’ll give you a heads-up before she does anythin’ else to piss
you off.”
“Now, why would you do that, Wild Bill?” I drawled out the
question as I leaned against the bar and took a sip of my coffee. Wild Bill
had met me just outside the Kiss of Death compound in Nashville. The area
we’d purchased and walled off sat in the industrial outskirts of the
city, but there were still a couple bars and a strip club in the area, which
is where we were currently. Little club called Afternoon Delytes. The music
was loud, the girls had big tits, and the alcohol wasn’t watered down.
A good place for an enemy to be distracted if he wasn’t cautious.
Which was why I liked to meet here with men I didn’t fully
trust.
“I know you think I’m amoral, but I do have a code, Knuckles. A
line I won’t cross. If what you told me is true — and your reputation
says you know your shit before you speak — that bitch obliterated my line.
I ain’t above pimpin’ out girls willin’ to split the
profits, but I don’t force women. For any reason. And I absolutely do
not traffic. Beth broke both those hard and fast rules for me. I agreed to
this in good faith with her mostly because I respect you. If it were my
daughter, I’d kill anyone who knew what was goin’ on and
didn’t tell me. But, honest to God, I thought Beth had the girl. Maybe
in a gilded cage, or maybe it was an empty threat to you and there was no
danger to your daughter at all.”
“I could be lying.”
Wild Bill shook his head. “Nope. That’s not your style.
You’ve always given it to me straight. Whether or not it’s what
I wanted to hear.” I had to admit, the man might have gone up a little
in my estimation. I’d still verify any information he shared with me
before acting on it. It might not tell the tale, but I’d be able to
better see if Wild Bill subscribed to the honor among thieves mentality, or
if it was every man for himself.
“You know where Beth is?” Even if he was lying, I wanted any
information he doled out. If it was bogus, I’d act accordingly. Which
would not end well for Wild Bill.
“Yep.” He took out an envelope. “I’ve had a guy on
her for a couple months. She’s at the same place she’s always
been at. Way too rich for a nurse’s salary.” He handed me the
envelope and I took it.
I stared at him a long time. Wild Bill held my gaze without flinching.
“Few men surprise me, so I’m going to give you this one time to
tell me your agenda. I won’t consider you an enemy and I’ll
respect your territory, but only if you come clean now.”
“No agenda, Knuckles. No repayment expected. No favors later. This is
because I agreed to help your ex without investigatin’ beyond the
surface. Knowin’ the girl was her daughter? Yeah. Wasn’t
expectin’ her to hurt her own kid.” He shook his head like he
knew he’d fucked up royally. “I don’t question things
beyond the job because the job speaks for itself, but with somethin’
like this, I should have dug a little deeper. Ain’t too proud to admit
when I’m wrong.” The corner of his lips curled up in a
self-deprecating smile. “I’d also prefer it if you didn’t
see this as a betrayal of the fragile alliance we have.”
“OK, now that I believe.” I took a sip of coffee, never taking
my eyes from Wild Bill.
“How’d you get out of a life sentence anyway?” Wild Bill
took a healthy pull of his beer before signaling the bartender for
another.
“Friends in high places.” I continued to study the other man.
“I’d’ve been out years ago except I had to help a guy
out.”
Wild Bill snorted. “Right. You went in on a triple murder the way I
heard it. That ain’t somethin’ you get out of that
easy.”
“I did confess to a triple murder. Yes.” The smile I gave him
wasn’t genuine.
Wild Bill looked like he wasn’t sure whether or not to believe me.
“Must have been some long, hard dick you sucked to get out of that
kind of rap.”
“All you need to know is it’s none of your Goddamned
business.” This was getting tiresome. “You can spread the word
to anyone you want to live that I’m back.”
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated
housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes
pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited,
vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a
blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her
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