IRON SINNERS
Author: H.J. Bellus
Series: Sinners Never Die, Book 1
Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club.
A job needs done…he does it.
Men idolize him.
Women love him.
Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club.
One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever…
Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight.
She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her.
Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?
“Who the fuck do you think you
are,” I yell as the large man throws me onto the bed.
“Your worst fucking nightmare,
sweetie pie.”
“Just let me go, please.”
“Not happening,” he says as he
sits on the bed and begins to untie his boots.
“I didn’t see anything. I don’t
know names or places. Let me go. I have a very important meeting in the
morning,” I beg.
“Not happening,” he replies
again.
“Let. Me. Fucking. Go,” I roar,
as I sling the Bible from the nightstand and nail him in the back of the head.
“Listen here, bitch, you’re now
property of the Iron Sinners motorcycle club. You ain’t fucking going nowhere
without one of us. Got it? You witnessed a fucking crime that could put a
fellow brother away for life. You’ve been spotted with us by a rival club. You
are now marked as a motherfucking Sinner. You leave our side and the Idols will
put a really shiny bullet straight through your skull. You’re a walking,
talking dead bitch just waiting to get popped. So shut the fuck up.”
Did I just really hear him he say
property of the sinners? Bullet in my head?
“So, you’re telling me I have a
ticking death threat that could expire at any given moment?”
The man stands, faces me, baring
all of his ink and replies, “And I forgot to add shut the fuck up.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He comes closer in an
intimidating stance and bends down so we are face to face. “Does any of this
read as if I were kidding you, bitch?”
His minty breath reverberates off
my skin and envelops all of my senses. He was the bad guy and I, the victim,
but god damn he’s gorgeous.
“Let me fucking go. I don’t care about
any of that shit.”
I lunge forward off the bed,
catapulting myself into his chest and begin my fight to escape. My surprise
assault knocks him off balance and he falls back on the bed. I run for the
door. Fuck! My bag. I take three
steps back, grab my bag, and run.
Halfway out of the parking lot, I'm
brought down by my hair.
“You dumb cunt. What part of my speech
didn’t you get?” the man growls in my face.
He rips me up by the hair and drags me
back to the room.
“I’m done playing nice. You want to
run and piss me the fuck off, then you’re going to be treated like a fucking
piece of trash.”
H.J. Bellus
I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.
Live life your way, HJ Bellus
