LETHAL (Devil's Shadow MC, BOOK 1) SAMPLE

Chapter 3: TALKING BODY

🎵...NOW IF WE'RE TALKING BODY,

YOU GOT A PERFECT ONE,

SO PUT IT ON ME...🎵

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WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD

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GRACE

The night is cold.

But my heart is even colder.

Dabbing blush on my cheeks, I pull off my dress. Taking the black lacy bra near me, I put it on first. Leaving my thong to where it was, I finally put on a coat, hiding the fact that I am nearly naked under the long, warm cloth.

"You sure about this, Knight?" Josh asks again. It was foolish of me to not understand the warning behind his words.

I am doing this. I must do this.

"Give me the gun, please." He hesitates before handing me a holster and my precious gun. Lifting the hem of the coat, I strap the holster near my thigh and shove the gun into it.

"Grace—" Josh lets out a whisper. "You know I could find that fucker myself. You don't have to go through it. Not like this."

Finally, my eyes meet his. Smiling, I wrap my fingers into his hair, pulling him down to meet my lips. He eagerly kisses my mouth, determined to prove to me that he would never leave me when I need him.

That's why we worked better. He always respected my decisions. No matter how dangerous or risky that was. Without any questions, he was there for me when I needed strength. When I was doubting myself. When I needed someone to keep me sane.

"Hmm." He moans, finally releasing my lips. He reminds me as I fix my lipstick, coating my lips in a ruby red, "Remember, one call and we are out of the club."

"I know. Now let's go."

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Pulling the door of the club, I am surrounded by the harsh lighting and the loud screams of men watching the girls pole dancing their hearts out. What did I even expect from the strip club? Today, I'm one of them. Today, I'm not Grace Knight. I'm someone else. Someone I hate to love.

"Name?" A bouncer stops me, showing me his impressive ability to not sound rude.

Hey, at least he had manners.

"Jade Evans," I reply with a sultry smile. Giving me a once-over, he shares the same look before he motions for me to follow him. Grimacing, I follow him between the dancing members to a dark room.

"Change and get your fat ass on the stage." With that, he closes the door with a bang. When I'm sure he is gone, I remove my coat, revealing the black number on my body. My so-called friends used to call me a skinny bitch. Not anymore. Now there are curves where there used to be bones. Josh loves to flaunt that in my ears how he loves them. But today, other men will appreciate them. They'll make comments, but I'll ignore them.

I wasn't here for them.

I was here for Lethal.

After killing Michel and sending his body parts to his girlfriend's house, we got the information that he was going to be in this club with his other Devils to make a deal. This was the perfect opportunity to see the man I needed to kill. And if I get more than that, then I will be one lucky bitch.

A loud knock on the door suddenly throws me off from my wayward thoughts. Unstrapping the holster, I put the gun behind the clothes section. Watching myself in the mirror again, I am satisfied to see a wanton woman looking back at me.