Title: Seduce Me (Ravage MC #2)
Author: Ryan Michele
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2014
Gage Thomas (G.T.) Gavelson fell in love with his Angel when he was just a pint sized kid. Both beautiful and smart, he always felt she deserved so much better than him. Growing up beside her in the club only continued to test his will power, until one night, he gave into temptation. Realizing he couldn’t allow himself to hold her back from the life she deserved, he pushed her away, allowing her to believe she would never be enough for him. Letting her go had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Even though he’d thought it’d been the right thing to do, not a day goes by that misery doesn’t consume him for it.
When a tragic shootout occurs, everything changes as once again their lives are intermingled. When you find your way back to the one person you are meant to be with, forgiveness should be easy. But sometimes, we hurt each other too much to ever be able to forgive.
Is their love strong enough to heal their pain?
Seduce Me (Ravage MC, #2)
Ravage Me (Ravage MC #1)
The morning air strikes across my skin as I step out of the clubhouse
slowly walking to my car. I’ve had to say
good-bye to Harlow twice now, but this one is by far the hardest. The weight on
my shoulders is bogging me so far down; my legs find each step difficult. I do
not want to leave. This is my home, the only life I’ve
ever known.
And my only
connection to my father Bam, but it’s what must be done.
I place my hand on my
stomach closing my eyes and breathing in deep the air rushing through my lungs.
It’s funny how life repeats itself. I think that it’s
Dr. Phil that says ‘past
behavior predicts future behavior’ and to hell if that
isn’t the truth.
Walking up to my
white and red Chevy, I slide in slowly turning the key into the ignition, the
car roaring to life. My eyes focus on the garage and my heart sinks as I slouch
in my seat, the weight becoming too much. Hours I’ve
spent inside that building learning, but the best were the ones I spent with my
Dad side by side under the hood of this car. He spent such meticulous time
teaching me everything he could, always patient and answering the thousands of
questions one at a time. It was the best time of my life.
Growing up in the
club had its difficulties, but with each challenge that has been thrown in my
face, I came out a stronger woman because of it.
I never knew my egg
donor of a mother, who happened to be a club momma. As soon as I popped out of
her stomach, she handed me over to Bam and never looked back. I don’t
even know her name and at this point in my life have no intention of ever
finding out.
I rub my stomach and disappointment scatters through my body. How could
someone just dump their child and never contact them again? Never want to watch
them grow up? The thought is just inconceivable to me.
Even though it doesn’t
make sense, it’s what mine did. Bam never had a choice on
whether to raise me or not, but I never once felt like a burden on him. True,
my life growing up was very different from the life of my other schoolmates,
but I loved it and wouldn’t change a thing.
For me, being
strapped to a Harley before I could walk and attending parties where guys smoked
cigarettes, drank booze and kissed barely clothed women was the norm. Watching
fights break out over stupid shit almost every single day is the way of the
club. Don’t get me wrong, I was always cared for, mostly
by Bam, but when he was busy, the throng of club mommas entered in and out of
my life to temporarily care for me, none ever staying long enough to form any
kind of connection to.
Bam was there though
as much as he could be. He’d have tea parties
with me and play this wrestling tickle game that always sent me into fits of
laughter. I loved him…I
still love him. His life lessons were the best education a little girl could
have. I never had to ask him, it was like he knew what I needed when I needed
it.
When the time came
for boys, he always told me that no man is good enough for my baby. At the time, I
rolled my eyes, but now I crave to hear those words come back out of his mouth.
I hang my head down
to my chest willing the tears to stay at bay. I will not cry. I’m
stronger than that.
Bam was able to do it, raise me that is. Even with the struggles, he
did it. I can too, but in order to, I need to get away from here and find out
who I am. I need to do better for myself and for my baby, my family. I want a
life here, but unfortunately that is not possible right now. It’s
not my choice, but that of my baby’s father.
Even though he doesn’t know about this
precious gift I have growing inside of me, he’s
made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t want a life with me
anywhere in it. It seems he’s too
interested in chasing pussy to ever settle for just one. It guts me and shreds
my heart that I’m not good enough. But I’m
learning to accept it, even if it kills me.
He left little room not to.
But I need to get myself together and stop with the ever impending
pity party of poor me. I am not a poor me kind of woman. Thanks to Bam, I’m a
grab life by the balls, deal with the consequences and make myself a future
kind of a woman. That is what I am doing by leaving. I have every intention of
coming back, every intention of introducing my child to his father and every
intention of making my relationship with Harlow work. As soon as I have my head
on straight.
Lifting my shoulders, I put the car into drive and set off for the new
life that I have planned for my baby and I.
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