Left with Lilith’s haunting words, Luc sees himself for the irredeemable man he truly is.
Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club’s reputation is ruined, the clubhouse is burned to the ground, and Angel is the only remaining loose end for the club to tie up.
With nothing left to lose, Luc makes the only move he has left and sacrifices everything for the only woman who ever made him want to be a better man.
SAVED is the fourth and final part of the Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club serial.
Have you read the first three books in the series?
Who am I?
I’m every woman’s worst nightmare.
A taker of lives.
A trainer of slaves.
You can call me Lucifer.Luc “Lucifer” Bontrager is a nomad in Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club. Traveling chapter to chapter, he brings in big money kidnapping women, training them and selling them as sex slaves. He’s heartless, brutal and all business.
And then he meets his match.
Lilith. Every man’s worst nightmare. A taker of lives. A sociopath on the run.
Inked up with satanic symbols and verses, she’s fearless and completely insane. Luc can’t train her, he sure as hell can’t sell her, and—for the first time in his life—he can’t bring himself to put a bullet in the bitch’s head either.
She’s his worst regret.
Her words and cold, calculating eyes haunt him. She’s the devil on his shoulder, reminding him of all his sins. He should’ve killed her when he had the chance, because when the unthinkable happens and Luc falls for the young, innocent girl he’s training, Lilith seeks her revenge, targeting the only girl he’s ever wanted to keep as his own.
And get ready for Nomad, the second book in the series!
I see you.
I know you.
I am you.He should’ve put a bullet in her head when he had the chance.
When Luc “Lucifer” Bontrager wakes up to Lilith—the satanic, sociopath bitch he left for dead in the desert—holding a gun to his head, his first thought is the girl in the club’s basement. That’s how he knows he’s fucked.
He’s lived his life kidnapping women and training them for Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club to sell as sex slaves. Now he’s caught up in the innocent, young girl who he’s supposed to hand over to a Mexican cartel boss in a few days. There’s no way in hell he’s letting her go.
But Luc can’t save her if he’s dead, so this time Lilith won’t get away from him alive.
NOMAD is the second installment in the Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club series and continues Luc’s story from LILITH.
On the run, Luc gets word from LLMC that the cartel has agreed to return Angel to them instead of killing her, but they need a replacement.
If Luc hands over Lilith, trained and ready to be delivered to the cartel, the club will forgive him his betrayal and welcome him back into the fold.
Luc must decide where his loyalty lies—with the club that saved his life and Angel who almost broke his resolve to never keep anyone for himself, or with Lilith, the crazy bitch who got inside his head and knows him better than anyone ever has.
There’s fire, and I’m walkin’ through it naked. Angel’s somewhere in the flames, and I’m lookin’ for her. I can feel the flames against my skin but they don’t hurt. Then I see her. She’s screamin’. Burnin’ up. I run to her, and cover her with my body, to protect her. The flames start hurtin’ now. I can feel my flesh getting’ hot. I can feel my skin begin to peel, I scream in pain…
“Hey, you ok?”
I wake up feelin’ like I just slammed into a fuckin’ wall. My body’s hot, my blood pumpin’.
Angel puts a cool hand against my face, and it feels good against my hot, sweaty skin.
“It’s nothin’.”
I look at her. Seein’ her face next to me calms me down a little, makes me feel a little fuckin’ cooler, but I feel a whole new sense of frustration and edginess lookin’ at her.
“I need a drink,” I say, getting’ out of bed and walkin’ to the kitchen. I feel like somethin’ is pullin’ at me. A naggin’ feelin’ in my gut that somethin’ needs to be done. Soon.
I turn on the tap and put my head under it, gulpin’ down water into my dry throat. I splash some on my face. Angel walks into the kitchen.
“Coffee?” she asks. I nod.
I can’t be near her. I can’t look at her. I go to the bathroom, lock the door, and sit on the toilet, my head in my hands. Today. I have to do somethin’ today.
“Coffee’s done,” Angel calls from the other side of the bathroom door. I realize I’ve been sittin’ in there for a full ten minutes, just losin’ my mind, barely able to think. I have to get my shit together. Maybe coffee will help.
I join Angel in the room. There’s a little table by the window, and Angel has the cups there. She’s opened the shutters. I sit opposite her, lookin’ out of them, avoidin’ those eyes…
“Is there something…” Angel trails off. Maybe she sees the fire burnin’ inside me, the ragin’ fuckin’ forces that are beatin’ the shit out of each other, with me in the middle. I gulp my coffee.
“I feel a lot better,” Angel says.
I turn away from the window to look at her.
“Am I supposed to care?”
“I just thought–”
“You thought wrong, bitch. You don’t think at all when you’re with me, ok?”
Angel stiffens and looks at me, her eyes wide.
“O-ok.”
“Good,” I say. The frustration is fillin’ up in me, burstin’ to get out, and she’s close enough to feel it.
I can’t let myself get close to her. I can’t let her inside. She’s already under my skin. Makin’ me feel things I don’t wanna feel, think things that I don’t wanna be thinkin’.
This bitch will destroy me.
Kelli Maine is the erotic romance author of USA Today Bestseller and #1 Nook book, Taken, and the Give & Take series, along with the Dolls & Doms novellas and Chains. She lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband and kids. When she’s not writing, Kelli enjoys watching reality T.V., getting lost in random Wikipedia pages and searching online ads for vintage muscle cars. You can find out more info on her website and be the first to get Kelli news with her newsletter.
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Interesting intro!
This sounds dark and thrilling!