Uncontrollable Temptations (Tempted #3)(91)

Now I’m out and she is creating a life for herself, just like I always wanted for her. Only I’m not a part of that life. I won’t ruin her any more than I already have with my poisonous lifestyle.

No matter how tempted I am.



Adrianna Pastore

I wanted him from the very first time I laid eyes on him.

He was everything to me, my first love and probably my last.

Then my father ruined our perfect little life, and he walked away from me.

I tried to fight for him, for our love, but he pushed me away.

When the love you crave is beautiful, yet forbidden, you can’t help being tempted.

So I’ll fight for him. For us.

Even if I’m the only one fighting.

Coming in March 2016

Reckless Temptations Book Four in the Tempted Series Riggs

Heart.

It’s what keeps you from being reckless. It’s what keeps you breathing.

Money, power and respect… they were my god given right, not the reason I joined the Satan’s Knights. I tied myself to my club and nothing else. Give me my bike, the open road and a different woman every night and I was happy.

My life was great.

Until the chaos exploded.

One night.

One reckless temptation and I finally found my reason for breathing.

I never saw her coming. The girl that would turn my world upside down and give me my heart.

Only it was too late.

One mistake can take it all away.

I’m about to lose my heart.

The thing that keeps me breathing.

The thing that keeps me from being reckless.

Lauren Bianci

Drop out of nursing school? Check.

Have no idea what you’re going to do with your life? Check.

Disappoint your family? Double check.

Meet a biker and have crazy sex against a wall? Check. Check. Check.

Get knocked up by said biker? Check.

I was always the good girl, the prodigal child, the girl who said and did all the right things.

Things like this didn’t happen to me.

Until him.

Until he smiled.

Until he tempted me to find out what made me happy.

Too bad it’s him.

We’ll never work, but, I can pretend can’t I?

Just for a little while.

Just until it’s over.

*** For a sneak peek of Riggs and Lauren turn the page**





Chapter One


Riggs


Join an MC they said. It will be fun they said. But no one mentioned babysitting a bunch of mobsters or getting smacked in the head with a frying pan by one of their mothers. This shit was worse than hazing. I knew I was a prospect and I had to eat a lot of shit before I became a patched member of the Satan’s Knights but this was fucking bullshit.

“Does your mother know you’re part of a gang?” The Italian nutcase, Maria Bianci asked as she climbed the stairs leading to her daughter’s apartment. I was surprised I hadn’t killed the woman yet. I’m not going to lie, there was a time or two where I thought about it but the bitch was mobbed up and I still wasn’t patched in.

Her son, Anthony Bianci, was some wise guy in the mob and tonight he and his girl had been attacked. Bianci’s chick was the daughter of mob boss Victor Pastore, or Mr. Soprano, as I like to call him. Tonight was the grand opening of some fancy club of his but instead of dancing and drinking the night away they dodged bullets. How the fuck I’m in the middle of this shit, I’ll never know. But Jack Parrish, the president of the Satan’ Knights, ordered me to grab Mama Leone over here and her grandkid, or half a grandkid, I don’t know the deal, but there was a kid and Bianci’s mother was watching it.

I did as I was told, grabbed mommy dearest and the boy, delivered them safely to Anthony Bianci only for him to take the kid and leave me with his maniac of a mother. Not even a thank you, Riggs. Say what you want about bikers, but these mob folk were fucked. They were rude and their women were fucking violent. Imagine marrying one of these broads, she’d likely throw the fucking kitchen sink at you if you forgot to leave the seat up after you took a piss. This one right here, would probably cut your balls off.

“Well? Does she?” She asked, glaring over her shoulder at me.

“I don’t know lady, she’s dead,” I sneered.

My mother was very much alive, living the dream, married four times and all that but I wanted nothing more than to shut the woman in front of me up.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pausing for a moment to stare at me. “She must be rolling in her grave,” she said, making the sign of the cross before knocking on her daughter’s door.

See? Crazy. She was fucking crazy. Who says shit like that after you tell them your mother is dead?

The door swung open and a girl stood wearing nothing but a towel, in the doorway. Finally, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

The girl’s eyes widened as she stared at Maria.

“Mrs. Bianci!” She exclaimed, moving to stand behind the door so she was covered. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mia, do you always answer the door in a towel?” Maria retorted.

“Um, no not usually,” Mia stammered.

“You going to bitch about what the girls wearing or you going to ask to be invited inside?” I chimed in, hoping to get a better glimpse of this Mia character.