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    Forsaken Bride: The Punishers MC, #3
    Forsaken Bride: The Punishers MC, #3
    Forsaken Bride: The Punishers MC, #3
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    Forsaken Bride: The Punishers MC, #3

    By APRIL LUST

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    Forsaken Bride is book 3 and the finale of The Punishers MC trilogy!

    I BOUGHT HER TO SAVE HER. BUT I MIGHT HAVE DOOMED US BOTH.

    She looked like an angel on that auction block.
    Perfect for a devil like me.

    I came here to kill my enemies or die trying.
    But I can't pass up the chance to claim her.

    This started off as a suicide mission.
    But now that I have something to live for…
    I'll do whatever it takes to get us both out alive.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateNov 6, 2018
    ISBN9781386110224
    Forsaken Bride: The Punishers MC, #3

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      Forsaken Bride - APRIL LUST

      FORSAKEN BRIDE: The Punishers MC (Book 3)

      By April Lust

      I BOUGHT HER TO SAVE HER. BUT I MIGHT HAVE DOOMED US BOTH.

      SHE LOOKED LIKE AN angel on that auction block.

      Perfect for a devil like me.

      I came here to kill my enemies or die trying.

      But I can’t pass up the chance to claim her.

      This started off as a suicide mission.

      But now that I have something to live for...

      I’ll do whatever it takes to get us both out alive.

      Chapter 1

      Nicholas

      Ihustled down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, and burst out the front door. There was a luxury sedan, freshly waxed, parked on the curb in front of the apartment complex. I fished the keys Giovanni had given me out of my back pocket and unlocked it as I stepped to the driver’s door. I slipped in the front seat.

      In the quiet interior, I couldn’t help but take a moment to pause. I remembered the first time I’d ever broken into a car with Smalls. The silence, the calm before the storm, was bliss incarnate. I breathed in the clean scent of the leather upholstery, the faint oily tinge of the car’s inner workings that I could only notice if I held my breath and focused in hard. It was like an elixir. I felt a calm strength rush through my veins.

      Inserting the keys into the ignition, I cranked the engine to life. It purred smoothly into a guttural growl. The pitch rose as I popped the emergency brake and steered the car down the street.

      I passed pedestrians, dog walkers, and the jumpsuit-wearing foot soldiers of the Esposito family. It was easy to tell who worked for Cosimo. They all had the same expression, dull-eyed but twitchy, always on the alert, even as they smoked or gambled or waited around for customers to come up in search of drugs.

      I coasted to a stop outside of the address Cosimo had given me. It was a small café, still quiet despite the early afternoon hour, with a simple façade and a few tables littered out front.

      I waited for a moment, unsure whether I should go in or sit in the car. The decision was made for me when Cosimo strolled out. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper tucked under his arm, every bit the picture of a normal neighborhood man. But I couldn’t avoid noticing the faint hint of white powder crusted at the edge of his nostrils. I figured it was best not to mention it. The kind of man who does lines of coke to start his day probably doesn’t like to be told that it’s showing. More likely, he probably doesn’t give a damn.

      He opened the rear door and slid into the back. Nicholas, my friend, how are you? he asked in a cheerful voice.

      I looked at him in the rearview mirror. He was beaming. Good, thanks, I mumbled.

      Excellent. Start driving, please.

      Where to?

      I’ll direct you. Just go.

      I pushed the gas pedal down and we moved off, away from the café.

      So tell me, Nicholas, how was your first night as a proud new owner?

      Fine, I said.

      He clucked. Come on, don’t hold out on me! I felt him lean forward in his seat towards me. Tell me all the details! I want to know, did she scream? Did you fuck her in the ass?

      I hesitated. I didn’t like to talk about things like that, especially not with a psychotic bastard like Cosimo. I was still on edge as I tried to figure him out. I needed to know what made him tick. That way, I could start to anticipate what his next move might be. But I didn’t understand why he seemed so interested in Natalia. Both last night and tonight, he’d been eager to hear that I’d hurt her or degraded her.

      I wondered if I had. I’d let the caveman rage take over down in the sex cell, to be sure. I’d gone full rogue from my senses. The things that had happened were purely physical. It didn’t even feel like aggression. It felt simpler, a straight line from A to B. I saw what I wanted and took it. Exactly what I’d told Cosimo when he first asked.

      I might have felt badly about how rough I’d been, but I knew without having to put words to it that Natalia had wanted it that way. Perhaps she never would have said it out loud, or even known how to, but her body responded to mine in a way that screamed yes. You’ll never have my consent, she’d told me. But she’d never told me no. She became a living yes. She’d asked for it.

      Nothing happened in particular, I demurred. Natalia shouldn’t mean anything to me, but, for some reason, I felt the urge to protect her. Her dignity, her honor, whatever it should be called, I felt responsible for keeping it above the nasty level Cosimo seemed determined to explore. That could be stupid. I should probably have just told him what he wanted to hear. But my mouth wouldn’t let me.

      He settled back into his seat, shaking his head and sighing. So private, Nicholas. You should learn to share more. Take a left here.

      I pulled the car left at the light. Cosimo’s phone rang. He answered it and began to jabber in Italian that I couldn’t understand. I saw him point at me in the mirror to take an upcoming right, and I did as I was instructed. He kept talking, a steady stream of syllables that made no sense to me.

      Stop, he said suddenly, hanging up the phone. We’re here.

      I parked the car on one side of the road and sat still in

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