Axel
Book 2
Axel Bloodmoon loves his life in the M.C. Danger abounds and there's lots of willing women to be had. But when he goes on a mission to rescue some abducted women, things don't turn out quite as he'd planned. One sniff of Amelia and his cat is convinced she belongs to them. Stubborn beast!
Amelia Juarez had thought she would be sold to the highest paying brothel, but then Axel and his men came to the rescue. Her inner beast, a finicky olingo, is more than ready to set up house with the hot as hades Native American biker. Just one problem...he isn't interested.
When Axel gives her the cold shoulder and refuses to acknowledge her as his mate, she takes matters into her own hands. One or way or another that cat is going to be hers - no matter what she has to do.
WARNING: Contains adult content, violence, and human trafficking. But there's a guaranteed HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
SNEAK PEEK -- Rated R for Violence
Axel crept around the side of the house, Ghost on his tail and the other three fanned out. They’d done a little recon two nights ago, and while Axel wasn’t sure they were prepared to make a move yet, he knew the young girls inside couldn’t wait any longer. His fists clenched as he thought about the horrors they’d faced. Ghost had taken out the guards at the foot of the drive while Whisper had taken out the ones by the house. From what Axel could see through the window, there was another guard on the main level of the house and the girls were being kept in the basement. He’d be willing to bet there was another guard down there. His heart pounded as he contemplated their next move.
Axel pushed the comm unit in his ear. “I want Whisper and Crimson at the back door. Ghost and I will take the front. Viper, you’re on lookout.”
Viper’s voice crackled over the speaker. “Copy that.”
Axel waited for his men to get into position and then he kicked in the front door, his Glock 9 pointed straight ahead. The guard on the main level was momentarily startled, dropping the donut he’d been stuffing into his fat face, and reached for the gun tucked into his pants. Axel smiled. “Don’t even think about it, asshole.”
Crimson and Whisper stormed into the room, weapons at the ready. Axel’s nape pricked and he wondered where the boss man had gotten off to. No way he hadn’t heard the noise of the front door crashing in. He didn’t have to wait for long.
The barrel of a shotgun pressed against the base of his skull and Axel raised his hands.
“Drop your weapons. All of you,” the man said from behind him.
Axel watched the other gunman and his men. Crimson’s eye twitched, which meant he was about to seriously lose his shit. Axel saw Crimson’s gun raise and he dropped to the ground just as a round was fired into the asshole with the shotgun, blood spraying him as the body fell. He felt the thud of the body hitting the floor, but didn’t take his eyes off Crimson. The guard swung toward Crimson, poised for a fight, but Axel leapt to his feet and tackled him from behind, knocking the gun from his hand.
Axel grabbed the guard’s head in both hands and slammed it against the hardwood floor several times. Venom rolled through his veins as he thought of those helpless females down below. “Thieving bastard! Stealing women off the streets.”
He bounced the man’s head off the floor a few more times. Bones crunched and blood pooled on the wood surface before Axel stopped, his hands stained red. His chest heaved with panted breaths as he rose to his feet, picking up the discarded gun and tucking it into the back of his pants. With a nod of his head, he led the way down the stairs and into the basement while wiping the blood off his hands and onto his jeans.
