NashDirty Aces MC
Lane Hart D.B. West
Contents
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Coming Soon from Lane Hart and D.B. West
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Copyright
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WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND GRAPHIC SEX SCENES.
Synopsis
Whenever Nash Kincaid looks in the mirror, he only sees a monster who ruins lives. Thanks to his involvement with the Dirty Aces MC, there’s so much blood on his hands he’ll never wash them clean again. Violence is just part of the outlaw lifestyle. That’s why he’s not all that surprised when he’s hit with divorce papers three years after his wife walked out on him.
The last thing Nash needs right now is a nosy new neighbor who refuses to leave him alone. If Lucy knew Nash’s dark secrets, he’s certain that she would run the other way rather than try her best to get into his bed. Thanks to a failed marriage, he knows he can never be the man Lucy needs him to be, not while he’s a member of the MC with a life sentence hanging over his head.
Lucy Stafford didn’t survive cancer and a cheating boyfriend just to give up on finding happiness. Her only plan for the future is to live each and every day to the fullest by helping others. Not even the grumpy biker who lives upstairs can bring her down, no matter how hard he tries. Lucy made a deal with the devil. So if she wants to stay out of trouble, she’ll have to get on Nash’s good side – if she can find it.
Nash has convinced himself that the only thing he has in common with Lucy is a broken heart. He refuses to let himself fall for her, only to eventually hurt her or have her bail when his past crimes comes crashing down on him.
But Lucy has a few secrets of her own – secrets that she hopes will finally prove to Nash that she’s tougher than she looks.
Chapter One
Nash Kincaid
It’s a beautiful fucking night.
The sky is crystal clear, lit up with twinkling stars. A full moon shines like a beacon, the yellow glow bouncing along the surface of the dark ocean waves. The only sound that can be heard for miles is the whooshing of the wind and the soft crashing of the waves a block away.
I hope I remember it tomorrow. I’m so fucking drunk that the entire scene is swirling around me like I’m on one of those cheap kiddie rides at the carnival.
Rocking back and forth on the heels of my boots, I inhale a deep breath of the salty breeze in between the final swigs from the Heineken bottle clutched in my left hand. Not that I really taste the beer. I’m numb all over, unable to feel anything. Not even the summer heat can touch me up here.
There’s no guilt or remorse, no happiness or sadness in me either. I’m as empty as the glass bottle in my hand. I’m not sure when my soul became so depleted. Could’ve been a steady leaking drip over time or a sudden gash ripped through it. Doesn’t matter because the result is the fucking same. I’ve got nothing left to give, so what’s the point of going through the motions day after day like a goddamn zombie?
Closing my eyes, I try to conjure up something good in my life but come up blank. I see Malcolm with his old lady and his kid, Devlin with his girl, Fiasco up to his usual antics, Wirth with his wrench always working, Silas plotting to blow up shit or whatever violence he finds joy in, and I know I love them all. I love them as my brothers, but it’s not enough. It’s not the kind of love that gets me out of bed in the morning or makes me feel alive. If anything, they all make it harder for me to look at myself in the mirror. I would do anything for my brothers, even kill for them, which I’ve proven. They would do the same for me, I know. But there’s not a damn thing any of them can do to pull me out of the depths of my own misery.
POW!
The abrupt noise interrupts my peaceful night and my dark thoughts. It sounded like a gunshot blast even though my Smith & Wesson is still hanging from my right hand by my side. My eyes fly open as I instinctively crane my neck around to try and locate the source of the sound, throwing my inebriated limbs off-balance.
For a split second, I’m falling backwards before I quickly drop my beer and gun to throw myself forward enough to jump down from the cement wall. Once my feet hit the concrete roof, I throw my arms over the ledge to catch myself just as I hear the glass and metal of the pistol shattering seventy or so feet below me.
“Holy shit!” a girl’s high-pitched voice squeaks out from where she’s standing in front of
