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  Contents

  The Traitor’s Baby: Reaper’s Hearts MC

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Filthy Nights: Demon Riders MC

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Filthy Sins: Sons of Wolves MC

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Knocked Up by the Killer: A Hitman Baby Romance

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Books by Nicole Fox

  Filthy Nights: Demon Riders MC

  Filthy Sins: Sons of Wolves MC

  Knocked Up by the Killer: A Hitman Baby Romance

  Knocked Up by the Rebel: The Shadow Hunters MC

  Knocked Up by the Enforcer: Satan’s Legion MC

  Knocked Up by the Hitman: A Bad Boy Baby Romance

  Knocked Up by the Bad Boy: The Warriors MC

  His Seed: Satan’s Sons MC

  Married to My Master: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  Mob Boss’s Baby: The MacKay Family Mafia

  Grizzly’s Baby: The Butchers MC

  Maverick’s Baby: The Silent Angels MC

  Mobster’s Baby: Esposito Family Mafia

  Trip’s Baby: The Pride MC

  Griz: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (Chained Angels MC)

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  The Traitor’s Baby: Reaper’s Hearts MC

  By Nicole Fox

  MY BABY’S MOTHER WANTS ME DEAD.

  She’s my enemy’s daughter.

  She’s a cold-blooded traitor.

  And after a dirty, dominant one-night stand…

  She’s the mother of my child.

  This isn’t a love story.

  After all, what’s romantic about a sweaty, filthy one-night stand between strangers?

  Not a damn thing.

  Bending Kenzie over my bed wasn’t cute or sweet.

  Neither was all the violence that came after.

  An unexpected baby would’ve been bad enough.

  But that’s just the beginning of our little romance.

  Because Kenzie is more than just a casual fling.

  After our little tryst, she’s something far more important…

  She’s carrying my baby.

  Too bad she’s also trying to kill me.

  Chapter One

  Xavier

  Xavier Flynn was enjoying the wind in his red hair as they flew down the back road to the old bar, but he didn’t mind pulling over. The Reaper’s Hearts were out to celebrate, and he could use a cold one. The bar was a shabby place on the edge of town that was only frequented by those who lived on the edge of society, and it was the perfect place to relax and forget about the world for a while. He shut off the engine and turned to his friends. “All your drinks are on me tonight, Chrome!”

  “I hope you brought a lot of money with you,” Chrome replied, his shining silver teeth glinting in the last rays of the sun as it sank behind the building. He got off his bike stiffly and stretched. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

  “Sure, I do. Exactly eighteen months, and that was only because of good behavior. Which is what I don’t expect out of you tonight! You’re free, and you damn well better enjoy it!” Xavier slapped his fellow MC member on the back as he ushered him through the door. Chrome was one of their best men, and it had been a shame that he had taken the fall for a bad deal and landed himself in jail. Xavier and Asphalt, the president of the Reaper’s Hearts, had worked with their attorney and done their best, but the most they could get was a reduced sentence. Still, it could have been worse, and it was all over now.

  Xavier didn’t wait for his eyes to adjust as he walked into the dimly lit bar. This joint was the same as any other one like it: a loud jukebox in the corner with outdated songs, battered wooden tables that never sat straight, and tired waitresses in skintight outfits who were willing to work hard for their tip money. He led the way to a large table that would accommodate them, eyeing the other patrons and trying to determine if there would be a fight tonight. They were celebrating Chrome’s freedom, but that didn’t mean a few punches weren’t in order.

  One of the waitresses sidled right up to their table as soon as they seated themselves. “Well, hello, boys,” she purred. “You look like you’ve had a rough day. You ready for some beers?” She flung her blonde hair behind her shoulder and displa
yed her ample cleavage, shimmying her hips slightly to make sure they got the hint. She wanted them or she wanted their money, but the guys didn’t care either way.

  “Give us a round and keep them coming,” Xavier ordered. He watched her ass as she walked away and elbowed Chrome. “Did you see that?”

  “Couldn’t have missed it if I was blind,” Chrome assured him, his dark eyes glowing in the light from the neon signs on the wall. He continued to watch the girl as she went behind the bar to fill their drink order. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen a woman?”

  “All right, we’ll let you have her,” Throttle said, smacking Chrome so hard that he nearly fell out of his seat. He laughed and stroked his bushy beard. He was a big man with a good sense of humor. “But only because we know you need it more than we do, and only if you’re good enough to get her. If you walk out of here tonight without that sweet little blonde on your arm, then I get her all to myself.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Mess with that all you want,” commented Crocodile, who was busy punching away at the screen on his phone. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his booted feet out on the wooden floor. “I don’t want a woman I have to work for. I want her to work for me.”

  “You’re gonna spend all your money on hookers,” Throttle warned. “Don’t come crying to me when you can’t pay your tab.”

  “It’s money well spent. You shoulda seen the sweet little piece of ass I had last week.” Crocodile gave a low whistle and slicked back his oily hair with one hand. “I’ve had my eye on her for a while, but she’s almost always booked. I tell ya, boys, there is nothing better than a woman who does exactly what you want and then leaves.”

  The blonde returned with their drinks, bending down to set them on the table and letting the guys get a good look. If she bent over any further, she was going to pop right out of her top. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  “Oh, we will,” Chrome promised.

  “What are you going to do tonight?” Throttle asked Xavier, raising a thick eyebrow. “I know you’ve gotta have something planned.”

  “Not just yet.” The truth was that Xavier hadn’t had a chance to think that far ahead. He’d been busy with club business all day, which was the price he paid for being the vice president of the Reaper’s Hearts. There was always something that needed to be dealt with, whether he was checking out new candidates for membership or going over the club’s finances. Asphalt was out of town, and everything fell on Xavier’s shoulders. Still, he was proud that he’d been able to climb the ranks, and he knew his father would be pleased if he’d been alive to see it. He liked having women in his bed, but not in his life, and so he always chose carefully when it was time to have a little fun. “You’re not completely wrong, Croc,” he said, as he realized the work day really was over and it was time to enjoy himself. “But sluts are cheaper than whores.”

  He glanced around the bar. There were a few female customers, but this wasn’t the sort of bar where women went to hit on men. They were usually already with their men for the night, either by marriage or some other sort of financial arrangement. The blonde waitress was cute, and it was clear that she was horny, but he wasn’t about to snipe her away from Chrome. The poor guy needed to get laid worse than any of them.

  Just then the door to the kitchen swung open. A different waitress stepped out onto the floor with a heavily laden tray and an angry look on her face. She paused to tuck her order pad back into the apron she wore over her short skirt. She whisked across the dining floor to distribute the food on the tray at a table in the corner. Unlike the blonde, she didn’t bend over any more than was required to set the items on the table. Xavier couldn’t hear their conversation over the blaring jukebox, but he had a good feeling she wasn’t offering to meet their every need. A man at the table with curly black hair reached behind her and pinched her ass as she set down a tray of nachos. The waitress instantly swung back and slapped him, her eyes glittering fiercely. The man laughed, but he didn’t try it again.

  “How about that one?” Throttle said, keeping his voice low. All the men at their table had been watching her. “She looks feisty.”

  Xavier let his eyes rove down the slim musculature of her legs and studied the curves of her hips and breasts as she breezed back to the kitchen. She did look feisty, and she was also incredibly hot. He could easily imagine those long legs on either side of his hips while he thrust into her. She could take her anger toward men out on him all she wanted to. “Looks good to me.”

  Crocodile set his beer mug down with a thump and wiped the foam from his mouth with the back of his hand. “No way you’ll get her. She looks like a bitch.”

  “Oh, you heard him! That sounded like a challenge to me!” Chrome hooted.

  “One that I’ll gladly accept. The bitchy ones are always good in bed.” Xavier leaned back in his seat and sipped his beer, ready to play the long game on this one. Well, long enough that he could watch her while he enjoyed his drink so he could see what she was like. If everything went the way he thought it would—and it always did—he’d have her in his bed in no time.

  Chapter Two

  Kenzie

  Kenzie shuddered as she poured drinks for the next tray to go out onto the dining floor. She was so sick of nasty old perverts constantly trying to play grab ass with her. It was a nightly event, and the manager never did anything about it no matter how much she complained. “It’s just the way it is,” he would say as he shrugged behind his desk in the office and went back to his computer. Kenzie slammed the cups down onto the tray and threw the chips that had been ordered after them.

  “What’s your problem tonight?” Candy was putting an order together as well, and she flicked her blonde hair out of her way as she put a scoop of ice in a glass. Kenzie suspected that she didn’t use her real name, but she didn’t blame her. “You’re spilling stuff all over the place.”

  “It’s the same problem I have every night,” Kenzie muttered through gritted teeth. “This bar is occupied by animal scum who seem to think they need booze and drugs and nacho cheese to survive. I’m fucking sick of it.” She grabbed utensil rolls from a nearby bin and chucked them on the growing pile on the tray. The bastards wouldn’t care how clean their glasses were or if their food had been spilled. They just wanted some hot chick to deliver it to them, and the rest didn’t matter.

  “So quit,” Candy advised as she pulled a mirror out of her pocket to check her lipstick. “Go work in some fancy place where the guests aren’t allowed to pinch your ass. They’ll still check out those killer knockers of yours. You can’t stop that.”

  Kenzie had to laugh a little at that one. Candy had a sense of humor about reality, much more than Kenzie did. She was satisfied working in the old dump of a bar, and she would probably be there until she retired. “You know it’s not that simple. I can work here in the evenings while I go to school during the day.”

  “What? You don’t think there are other bars that would work around your schedule?” Candy batted her false eyelashes.

  “Those bars aren’t owned by my father,” Kenzie replied as she picked up the tray. “I can’t see that going over very well.” She could just imagine the fit he would throw if he knew she was working for the competition.

  Candy shrugged and smacked her gum. “I can’t help you, then. Did you see those sexy bikers that came in? All tattoos and leather and muscles. I think one of them likes me.”

  Kenzie shook her head and stalked out of the kitchen. Even though they were about the same age, she saw Candy as being so young and naïve. She never thought about her future or how she was treated, and she was willing to fall into bed with any guy who made vague promises or bought her dinner. Strangely enough, she never even seemed to regret it. Kenzie had sworn a long time ago that she wouldn’t let a man run her life. Not again, anyway.

  When the tray was delivered and she had taken several more orders, her cell buzzed in her apron pocket. She
retreated to the kitchen, her shoulders sagging as she saw the number on the screen. “Hello, Dad.”

  “You could sound a little more excited to talk to me, sweetheart.” Matteo Labriola’s voice came over the phone. “Don’t me they’re working you too hard tonight.”

  She rolled her eyes, hearing the threat behind his words. He could make her quit, thereby cutting off her paychecks and making her completely dependent on him for every cent she needed. Or he could threaten to have the bar manager beaten up again, which was a scenario she would rather not go through. “No. I’m fine.”

  “Good. I’ve got something I need you to do for me. There’s a man there tonight that I need to do a little business with. He should be pretty easy to spot, since he’s with a biker gang and he’s got red hair. You’ll know you’ve got the right one because he has a big-ass eagle tattooed on his back.”

  Kenzie pushed open the kitchen door and scanned the room. She found the target quickly, and he turned to stare at her as though he knew she was looking for her. His eyes slid up and down her body, his gaze so intense that he might as well have been standing right in front of her. Kenzie sucked in her breath and let the door swing shut again. He was too good-looking for someone who had dealings with her father. “Okay, I see him. Is there a message I’m supposed to deliver or something?”

  For some reason, Matteo seemed to enjoy using his daughter in his schemes. She didn’t know if it made her father feel like she was more a part of the “family” or if he just thought it was humorous, but she was sick of it. She had less than a year and she would be done with college, and then she could be done with him as well.