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    Gearhead (Book 3): Hellions MC, #3
    Gearhead (Book 3): Hellions MC, #3
    Gearhead (Book 3): Hellions MC, #3
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    Gearhead (Book 3): Hellions MC, #3

    By Evelyn Glass

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    This is book 3 and the finale of the Hellions MC romance series! 

    I had everything a man could want. But I'd rather have her.

    From the second she stepped into my office, Marin was the answer to my problems.

    And I was the only shot she had at survival.

    Technically, what I did to her was blackmail.

    But when her clothes were stripped off and she was bent bare over my desk, I didn't hear her complaining.

    All I heard was her moaning.

    In return for me letting her live, she gave me what I needed most:

    A fake fiancé.

    Out in public, we're the spitting image of a couple in love.

    And in the bedroom, she follows every single one of my commands.

    Once this is over, I'll cut her loose. Never to be seen again.

    Wipe my hands clean of this whole sloppy, filthy mess.

    But there's one big flaw in my plan. One thing I never expected…

    Actually falling for her.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateDec 14, 2019
    ISBN9781393411192
    Gearhead (Book 3): Hellions MC, #3

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      Gearhead (Book 3) - Evelyn Glass

      Gearhead: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hellions MC Book 3)

      By Evelyn Glass

      I had everything a man could want. But I'd rather have her.

      FROM THE SECOND SHE stepped into my office, Marin was the answer to my problems.

      And I was the only shot she had at survival.

      Technically, what I did to her was blackmail.

      But when her clothes were stripped off and she was bent bare over my desk, I didn’t hear her complaining.

      All I heard was her moaning.

      In return for me letting her live, she gave me what I needed most:

      A fake fiancé.

      Out in public, we’re the spitting image of a couple in love.

      And in the bedroom, she follows every single one of my commands.

      Once this is over, I’ll cut her loose. Never to be seen again.

      Wipe my hands clean of this whole sloppy, filthy mess.

      But there’s one big flaw in my plan. One thing I never expected...

      Actually falling for her.

      Chapter 1

      Marin

      Kayla repeated the question several more times, but each time it only made me cry harder. Words became impossible. I sucked in air after each sob, trying to fill my starving lungs. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and led me to the kitchen table. I cried as I watched her heat milk in the kettle on the stove and break large chunks of chocolate into a mug.

      Her hot chocolate was legendary, at least with me. She made it countless times every winter, and whenever we had one of our ultimate best friend chats – we never knew when those would happen, so we kept a small stash of supplies in the cabinet above the stove just in case.

      By the time she sat a steaming mug of thick hot chocolate in front of me, topped with a swirl of canned whip cream and marshmallows, I had finally gained control of my sobs, though silent tears continued to stream down my cheeks.

      What the hell is going on, Marin? she asked, her voice thick with concern.

      I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak, but I wasn’t sure where to start. So, I opted to take a drink of the hot chocolate. It was far too hot still, and my tongue got burnt almost instantly, but it was worth it. Chocolate coated my throat and made the whole world feel altogether less terrible.

      I sat the mug down on the table, took a deep breath, and told the truth. I don’t know where to start.

      Then just start. If it doesn’t make sense, I’ll put the pieces together. I’m a smart girl. She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

      If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.

      She nodded.

      I mean it, Kayla. No one. Ever. It’s dangerous.

      She nodded again but narrowed her eyes at me. You’re making me nervous, Mar. What are you tangled up in?

      I started at the beginning. I told her about that night at Jasper’s Grill when I closed. She gasped at all the right parts but otherwise didn’t interrupt. I told her about the nights spent at Jasper’s house, the fancy dinners, the biker party. I told her everything I knew about Angel, and how he’d shown up at the apartment that night.

      How did he know where you lived? she asked.

      He said he’d been following me. And he knew you were at work, so I have to believe him.

      She nodded, but I could see her mind whirring. Finally, she was beginning to realize how much danger I had put her in. Certainly, she would move out and never speak to me again. I should have told her immediately – given her the chance to disassociate herself with me, continue on in her normal life.

      I’m so sorry, I said, the sobs threatening to return.

      Don’t be sorry. You didn’t ask for this. None of this is your fault. But this is really bad. Should we call the police?

      I can’t. I witnessed a murder, and I didn’t report it. I could be charged. I buried my head in my arms, the warming effects of the hot chocolate beginning to dissipate. Should I tell Jasper?

      We have to tell someone.

      Kayla was right. Angel could come back, and Kayla and I wouldn’t be enough to hold him off. He could kill us both. Jasper had the resources to protect us both.

      As I sat there, thinking about how I would explain everything to Jasper, my stomach began to churn. Nerves twisted my insides, and suddenly, I knew I was going to throw up. I pushed away from the table and sprinted for the bathroom, crashing to my knees and throwing the toilet seat open just in time. The hot chocolate didn’t taste as nice coming up as it did going down.

      Kayla leaned against the doorway, and I looked up at her briefly before another round of throwing up. Are you all right?

      I leaned back against the tub and nodded. I guess. I shouldn’t have inhaled the hot chocolate like that.

      Kayla said something, but I didn’t hear her. I’d caught sight of my tampon box on the floor next to the toilet, and a calendar page was flipping back in my head. I was counting and recounting days, certain I’d done my math wrong.

      Earth to Marin, Kayla said, waving her hand in front of my face. I asked whether you want some crackers?

      I stared up at her, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Have you had your period yet?

      Duh. It ended a week ago. You know that, she said.

      It was true, keeping track of Kayla’s monthly cycle was as easy as tracking my own. Since we’d lived with one another for so long, our cycles had synced up, so we got out periods at the same time every month. Only, this month my period hadn’t come.

      It took Kayla a few seconds to realize what my question meant, but when she did, she slapped her hands over her mouth. Are you pregnant?

      I stayed in the bathroom while Kayla ran to the convenience store on the corner and bought me a lifetime supply of pregnancy tests.

      I figured you’d want to take more than one, she said, spreading them out on the counter. I also bought you some ginger ale, and I bought myself a packet of gummy worms. Think of it as my delivery fee.

      I’d given Kayla my debit

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