Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)
Janine Infante Bosco
Dear Reader,
CAUTION!
You are about to enter the unapologetic world of the Satan’s Knights.
For those of you who have visited before, you have an idea of what to expect— For the new readers…
Saddle up girl, it’s going to be heartbreaking.
Wild.
Sexy.
And when it’s all over…hopeful.
Please keep in mind that Blackie and Lacey’s love is not an easy story. It’s not about fluff and if you’re looking to escape the reality of the world, this book is not for you. Lethal Temptations is true to its title and while there is a love story between the hero and heroine there is an individual story being told about each character.
Now, with that being said, if you’re looking for a book that will bring you hope, then my wish for you is that you find it within these pages.
Lethal Temptations is a book about second chances and not just in love but life in general.
Everyone deserves at least one re-write.
So I’m going to ask you one more time, for one last couple, before we say goodbye in the next book…
#AreYouTempted
Before I go and you turn the page here are some warnings for you and of course what’s a tempted novel without a drinking game?
WARNING
There will be cursing.
There may be repetitive motherf*cking throughout the book but, keep in mind I've said motherf*cker more times in the last two months than all of my 32 years.
So roll with it and cheers to the motherf*ckers out there who are with me!
There will be dirty talk.
Lots of that too, girl.
And of course what’s a tempted novel without violence?
And Victor Pastore is back! Yes, the mobster you love to hate is back and he’s going to teach Blackie a thing or two.
And OMG there is the word…(GASP) ain’t in the book!
(I know it’s not a word)
The grammar won’t be on point and that’s because you are now riding with the Satan’s Knights and the men wearing the reaper aren’t scholars, they’re street guys who are rough around the edges…
Their words are just as rough.
Below are the rules for a drinking game: Take a shot whenever someone motherf*cks someone.
Take two shots Blackie gets you hot and bothered, girl.
When your heart starts to break and you feel like giving up, put down the bottle.
Grab the one you love and hug them tight.
When you’ve crawled out of the darkness and the last card is played write your review!
Now, go on girl, and let Blackie take you for a ride, Janine
To all those who suffer in silence,
Let your voice be heard, someone is waiting to hear your story.
Prologue
“I’m getting out of here,” Riggs said, throwing a few crisp bills on the bar. I nodded, a delayed reaction to his departure, and lifted the shot glass to my lips, welcoming the smooth poison down my throat. Unsatisfied and insatiable I flicked the empty glass across the bar.
“Another, boss?” the bartender asked.
I shook my head, pushing back my stool and slowly rose to my feet. The alcohol wasn’t making me numb like it usually did and the methadone doesn’t bring me to the state of oblivion I crave. I tried not to take anything today. I tried to be better than yesterday and the day before that.
But once a junkie always a junkie.
And I make no apologies for it.
This is who I am, or what is left of who I used to be, depending on who you ask.
I feel her innocent eyes on me, burning a hole into my back, setting my black heart on fire. I won’t turn around, I won’t even acknowledge her because I have enough demons and don’t need those dark, sad eyes haunting me anymore than they already do.
I told myself I was just coming to the bar to make sure she was safe.
I wanted to see her one more time.
I got what I wanted.
I walked into the crowded bar and found her amongst a sea people. Her face stood out and those eyes of hers… they were almost as black as the leather on my back and held me captive. It was impossible to turn away. She laughed and when she laughed she lit up the whole room.
Fuck, she lit up the whole world.
Turned on the lights and drew me out of the darkness I’ve been wallowing in.
Some people think I have a death wish, that I’m on a mission to end this nightmare I call life, and maybe for a while I thought they were right. A part of me wanted to join Christine, to see her one last time and make right all the wrong I did to her. But when I nearly died, my body didn’t succumb to the darkness and fought against it. Jimmy Gold pumped me with enough drugs to kill me two times over but it was Reina, my president’s girlfriend that made me realize I wanted to live and I wanted to live for those dark eyes that were pinned on me.
Leather.
Lace.
Me.
Her.
A temptation so lethal, neither of us would survive.
Maybe I had a death wish after all.
I stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, before I turned around and glanced at myself in the dirty mirror. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I wonder why she ever looked at me in the first place. Someone as innocent and pure as her doesn’t belong with a poisonous bastard like me.