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    His Baby's Guardian: Desert Marauders MC, #3
    His Baby's Guardian: Desert Marauders MC, #3
    His Baby's Guardian: Desert Marauders MC, #3
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    His Baby's Guardian: Desert Marauders MC, #3

    By Evelyn Glass

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    His Baby's Guardian is book 3 and the finale of the Desert Marauders MC trilogy!

    I'LL KILL ANYONE WHO LAYS A FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER.

    Someone hurt my baby girl.
    And I'll tear down heaven and earth to find out who it was.
    But I need someone to watch Ella while I'm on the warpath.
    And the sexy social worker fits the bill nicely.

    Mona thought she was knocking on my door for a simple welfare check.
    But when she stepped inside, she stepped into my world.

    And the rules are a lot different here.

    Because I won't be content just to watch her care for my daughter.
    Not until I have a taste of her for myself.

    She can try and resist me with every excuse in the book.
    I'm too rough.
    Too brutal.
    Too close to the edge of the law.

    She may be right.
    But none of that's going to stop me.

    I'm coming for what's mine.
    And I won't leave until I've had her mouth.
    Claimed her body.
    And put a baby in her belly.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateSep 26, 2018
    ISBN9781386447979
    His Baby's Guardian: Desert Marauders MC, #3

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      HIS BABY’S GUARDIAN: Desert Marauders MC (Book 3)

      By Evelyn Glass

      I’LL KILL ANYONE WHO LAYS A FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER.

      SOMEONE HURT MY BABY girl.

      And I’ll tear down heaven and earth to find out who it was.

      But I need someone to watch Ella while I’m on the warpath.

      And the sexy social worker fits the bill nicely.

      Mona thought she was knocking on my door for a simple welfare check.

      But when she stepped inside, she stepped into my world.

      And the rules are a lot different here.

      Because I won’t be content just to watch her care for my daughter.

      Not until I have a taste of her for myself.

      She can try and resist me with every excuse in the book.

      I’m too rough.

      Too brutal.

      Too close to the edge of the law.

      She may be right.

      But none of that’s going to stop me.

      I’m coming for what’s mine.

      And I won’t leave until I’ve had her mouth.

      Claimed her body.

      And put a baby in her belly.

      Chapter 1

      Ihad never known a silence like the one we sat in while we waited for the police to turn up. Jazz paced back and forth, the only sound in the room that of his shoes hitting the floor over and over again. A rhythmic pattern, every step sending a shiver down my spine.

      When I walked into Ella’s room and saw that she wasn’t there, I felt as though my heart had been ripped straight from my chest. Even as I had crossed the corridor to her room, I had tried to assure myself that I was overreacting and that nothing was really going on. Jazz was just paranoid, that was all. But when I saw her bed, empty, the sheets pulled back and her dinosaur plush sitting next to her pillow, I wanted to tear my hair out of my scalp just to distract from the agony that was lancing through my body. And when I returned downstairs to find Jazz, telling me that she was gone and that someone had taken her, I didn’t know how to do anything else but sink to the ground, call the cops, and try to convince myself that this was all some awful nightmare that I was about to wake up from at any second.

      It was late and we were far out from the center of town, so the cops took a long time to arrive; hell, maybe it was only a few minutes and it just felt as though the time stretched out in front of us for what seemed like hours. My mind raced as I went over everything that had happened. How could we have been so naïve, naïve enough to think that all of this was over? There we were, playing happy families, playing at being in love and safe and sound—all while we should have known that it wouldn’t be done with that easily. I wanted to slam my fist against the marble counter, furious with myself, furious with Jazz, furious with everyone for no good reason.

      But who could have done this? I racked my racing mind. Ian was locked up—that was the only reason we had come back here in the first place, and I was certain that Scott would have called if he knew something to the contrary. I couldn’t think who else would have done this—Addison, maybe? Perhaps he was in on the deal? Or that person who’d been following us in Ian’s car?

      He had to have had an accomplice—it was bad enough knowing that we had one crazy guy after us, but the thought that someone might be working with him was even worse. Not just because of the danger it put us in, but the knowledge that Ian had convinced someone else that his path was righteous and important and worth committing unthinkable crimes over...it didn’t bear thinking about. As a social worker, I knew there were people out there who would do bad to kids, but usually I was able to hold them at arm’s length. I never thought one would make themselves so important in my personal life.

      Suddenly, a knock came at the door; I sprang to my feet and raced for it, throwing it open, and found myself faced with two police officers, a man and a woman. Behind them stood Scott. My heart dropped, as though I’d half-expected whoever it was to be bringing Ella back, this whole thing written off as some giant mistake.

      Scott pushed through the officers and into the house, looking around as though he expected to see something terrifying huddling in the shadows—instead, he saw Jazz gripping the side of the couch, turned to the door to see who had arrived. The officers followed Scott inside and approached Jazz.

      Jazz? the woman officer asked gently, holding her hand out to him. We just need to—

      You need to get after him, now, Jazz ordered, snapping into the motorcycle-club leader that I’d seen so often before. Do you have a car? Whoever it was, they slashed the tires on our—

      We have an APB out on your daughter, the officer assured him. But we need details of the car, and of everything you else you saw tonight.

      Scott approached me, gesturing for me to come aside so he could talk to me in private. Jazz glanced over at the two of us as the officers closed ranks around him, but he turned his attention to them, knowing that they were the ones who could help him right now. Scott took my arm and led me into the kitchen. He must have been able to see the strain on my face, as he pulled me into a hug as soon as he had me out of sight. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his shoulder; I was too exhausted to cry, and even though the hug didn’t solve anything, it made me feel marginally better about everything.

      He pulled back, and held me by the shoulders; he examined my face carefully.

      What is it? I asked, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

      It’s about Ian, he began, hesitantly. My pulse picked up.

      What? What about him? My voice was louder than I intended, and Scott motioned at me to keep quiet.

      I shouldn’t be telling you this, he hissed, glancing over his shoulder at the officers talking to Jazz. But when I heard that the call had come in about a missing child and I recognized Jazz’s address I had to come down. I was going to tell you in the morning, but...

      He dropped his hands from my arms and let them hang uselessly at his sides. I could see the guilt etched heavily on to his face. I knew how he felt.

      Scott, please tell me, I begged him. I felt raw and sore and open, like a wound; I didn’t have time for him to mess around. I felt as though I might collapse at any second. He paused for another moment before he spoke, then held his hands up as though apologizing in advance for what was about to come out of his mouth.

      He got out, he finally replied. I’m sorry, I should have told you—

      He— I exclaimed loudly, then lowered my voice, pushing my face closer to Scott’s. He got out?

      Three hours ago. And none of us thought—well, we just assumed that he wouldn’t go back to your place as quickly as that, that he would go into hiding for a while to let the heat die down. But it turns out he didn’t.

      And you’re just telling us this now? My voice was low and steady, but that wasn’t because I was in control.

      I’m sorry, he implored, and I could see that he meant it—for what it was worth. I wanted to tell you, but they said they would send over a unit to watch over the house as soon as they could get the paperwork through—

      Paperwork? I snapped. That’s the reason we’re in this whole mess? Because of paperwork?

      I know, I know. Scott bowed his head, conceding the point. Trust me, if I had it my way...none of this would have happened.

      Thanks for telling me, at least, I sighed, closing my eyes and fighting the urge to lay my head down on the counter right there and then and go to sleep. Is there anything else? Any idea where he might have gone to or why...why he might have taken Ella? Beyond what we already know?

      I don’t think so. Scott shook his head, and I opened my mouth, but he cut across me to speak again. "I know it’s not what you

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