Diesel (Hellbound Lovers MC, #7)

by Crimson Syn

  DIESEL

  A HELLBOUND LOVERS MC

  CRIMSON SYN

  CONTENTS

  DEAR READERS

  INTRO…

  Prologue

  1. Diesel

  2. Gabriela

  3. Gabriela

  4. Diesel

  5. Gabriela

  6. Diesel

  7. Gabriela

  8. Diesel

  9. Gabriela

  10. Diesel

  Epilogue

  COMING SOON

  Knox

  Prologue

  Also by Crimson Syn

  Afterword

  DEAR READERS

  Thank you to all my fans for joining me on Diesel’s hot joyride. Jack Diesel’s a man with a seriously heavy past. He’s got secrets, secrets that keep him from moving forward with his life. And then he meets Gabriela and his whole world gets flipped upside down. There’s no way to stay away from temptation, especially when temptation is wanting you in return.

  Gabriela Cristiano is a badass LAPD detective. She was brought in by Chastity Burke, Gunner’s girl, to help the Hellbound Lovers in bringing down La Cruz. She has data on everyone in the HLMC. Everyone, except for Diesel. What she comes across is highly sensitive and she needs to decide between love and duty. She has to find away to protect the man she loves, even if it means protecting him from himself.

  Juan de la Cruz has reappeared and he’s joined forces with Liam Calvaro, a crime lord who’s been in hiding for the last ten years. What they both don’t know is that the Hellbound Lovers are onto them, and an anonymous tip may bring them both down once and for all.

  Death, action and beautiful women follow the Hellbound Lovers MC as they fight an unknown force who wants to take them down. As always, they’ll do what needs to get done to protect what’s theirs, even if it means drawing a little blood.

  Keep reading to see what’s in store for these gorgeous bikers. I promise you that what’s to come will be full of wickedly hot sex and even more sinfully dangerous alphas.

  Naughty Reading,

  Crimson

  INTRO…

  Welcome to the exclusive Hellbound Lovers MC. I hope you enjoy these dangerous and wickedly passionate alphas. The women who handle them need to be ready to handle the ride of their lives.

  These bikers like it rough, hard, and require their women to kneel down and take what they’re offering without asking any questions. They are definitely meant for a mature audience.

  18+ boys and girls.

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  Stay tuned after DIESEL for a special sneak peek into Hellhound Lover KNOX, coming soon!

  Copyright © 2018 by Crimson Syn

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  PROLOGUE

  Three Weeks Ago…

  * * *

  I pulled up to Ravenous and wondered how the hell Chastity had found the guts to get involved with the Hellbound Lovers. They were a hefty bunch of men, all brawn and muscle. Having had to do extensive research on them, I actually found them to be a group of really fascinating, and powerful men. Men I definitely wouldn’t mind having at my back.

  I sat there for a moment and assessed the infamous club Ravenous. The prestige club only let members in, and hosted hundreds of MCs that were in trouble or just needed neutral ground to relax in. It was notorious in the biker community for its sexual allure, and if you wanted in you’d need to agree to be put through a vigorous background check. Any sins you’ve committed, the Hellbound Lovers knew about them and they’d use them against you if need be. Helluva way to have leverage if you ask me.

  The club always lured me, but I never had the guts to take a ride up to visit it. Tonight, was definitely going to be an experience. Loud music poured out from inside what looked to outsiders as an abandoned warehouse. Drunk bikers came out of a small door on the side, you could barely make it out along the dark brick wall. They swayed and laughed as they stepped out into the cool night air. I gingerly got off my bike and removed my helmet. As my brunette locks fell across my back I got the perpetual cat calls from a group of men across the street. I shook my head and made my way into Ravenous.

  The man at the door was huge, at least six two or taller, and he had these powerful arms that would intimidate any man. And here I was, all five-foot-four curves of me, meeting his glare head on and eyeing him up and down.

  “Name?”

  “Gabriela Cristiano. Wolf Stone is expecting me.”

  He curved up an eyebrow and let his eyes slowly roam down my body. I placed my hand on my hip and let the LAPD badge shine as his gaze dropped from my breasts to the shiny gold shield.

  “Right this way.” Immediately he led me through the door and into the raunchiest scenario I’d ever experienced. The nude girls up on the stage were nothing new, it was the scenes below the stage, hidden in so many dark corners, where men were openly being satisfied orally and physically in every aspect you could think of, that’s what had my jaw dropping.

  “This way,” the large man smirked at me as he signaled for me to follow him. Being a private establishment, I couldn’t do anything to stop them and they damn well knew it.

  I was so busy ogling the scenes before me that I wasn’t watching where I was going. I gaped, my mouth opened in shock, as I spotted two women near the corner of the bar, on their knees, satisfying one helluva green eyed god. I stumbled over my feet, and suddenly I was flying over a chair. A set of powerful hands wrapped themselves around my waist and held me tightly in a strong embrace. I went to get up off the man’s lap, but he just shifted me around. I was about to tell him to keep his hands to myself when I met his dark gaze.

  “Careful sweetheart,” he smiled up at me and the sound of his deep rumble nearly had me cumming for him right on the spot. Unexpectedly, my pussy throbbed wondering what it would be like to be taken back to one of those shadowed corners by this specific man, the music pounding around us, hiding my screams of ecstasy and grunts of dirty words being uttered out of his plush lips.

  My lips parted and I felt heat rush up my cheeks. “Hi.”

  His eyes traced my eyebrows, my cheekbones and as they landed on my lips I couldn’t help but lick them. I heard a deep rumble emanate from his chest and I shivered.

  “Hi,” he whispered huskily.

  “Hey D, man! Let her go! She’s here to see Wolf!”

  His eyes kept lingering on my lips as his hold tightened on my hips. “You here to see the Prez?”

  “Mmhmm,” I breathed, loving his hands on me.

  “You needing help, Sweetheart?”

  His eyes met mine in a fiercely heated look and I nodded. “You could say that.”

  He growled and his hands squeezed my waist making me moan for him. He was like a powerful magnet, and I felt myself being pulled down towards his mouth. Just as our lips were about to touch I was roughly being hauled off his lap by the big brute.

  “Let’s go lady, I ain’t got all night.”

  The man got up and glared at the bouncer. “Take your hands off her Poe. Now,” he growled.

  The man immediately let me go at the menacing rumble the man gave out. “Sorry, D. Didn’t know you knew her. Thought she was one of the...”

  “Enough! Get back to the door. I’ll take her.”

  “Yeah, sure. No prob.”

  The man named Poe walked off and I was left standing in front of a six foot two powerhouse. This man did things to my insides. Things I liked
, things I wanted. He was far from being gorgeous, he was so much better. He was dirty, in the most sinful of ways. Dark rugged looks, a shadow of a beard, dark eyes and a powerful built that had me wanting to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him. I felt small standing in front of his broad frame, but I liked it. I didn’t feel unnerved, I felt...protected. And I felt a yearning to submit to whatever sinful acts he wanted to induce in me, a yearning I had never felt before.

  “Why do you need to see Wolf?”

  His change from a husky whisper to that of a cautious deep rumble had my insides purring. “Who are you?”

  “I ask the questions around here, Sweetheart.”

  “Oh? Is that so?” My sarcasm coming out all soft and breathy.

  He smirked and I held on to the back of the chair before I fell to my knees.

  What the hell is wrong with you Cristiano. Come on. He’s just a regular guy!

  Yeah, a guy with the darkest gaze and most delicious lips I’d ever seen. I stared down at his mouth and licked my lips. I had this urge to just lean up slightly and press my mouth to his. To find out what naughty secrets those lips kept.

  He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s so. What’s your name, Sweetheart. Give me your name and I’ll take you to Wolf.”

  His tone was gentle, seductive. It ran through me like hot molten whiskey. “Gabriela. I work for the LAPD, Agent Burke’s friend.”

  He looked me up and down and smiled. “You’re, Detective Cristiano?”

  His haughty tone had me coming back to reality. “Is something amusing to you?”

  He shook his head. “No baby, I just...I imagined you differently is all.”

  I frowned. “What, surprised I’m a woman?”

  “Oh no, not surprised,” he shook his head and leaned in closer making me grip the chair. Even though I forced myself not to take a step back, I couldn’t help but inhale the soft woodsy, leathery scent of him. His after shave lotion made me dizzy with need.

  “Just intrigued. Your reputation precedes you Detective. I knew you were kickass, but no one ever mentioned how fucking sexy you were.”

  I swallowed as his tone changed back to that husky rumble I craved. I didn’t want to feel this way, so I did what I always did when putting up walls. I became a bitch. “What? A woman can’t be kick ass and sexy to you. We’re only good up on that stage shaking our asses for you?”

  He looked taken aback and raised his hands. “I was just trying to pay you a complim-”

  “If we’re done here, Sir, I’d like to speak with the owner.”

  He stood up straight, looming over me as he looked down at me. His eyes slightly narrowed and his jaw clenched. He looked wary of me, his eyes giving out an intense glare that should have had me shaking, yet only made me want to melt into him, to get lost in their depths.

  “Right this way ma’am.” He led me through the club. He turned slightly as he walked. “And it’s Diesel.”

  “What?” I snapped at him.

  He turned and leaned down to whisper in my ear. I gasped as his lips grazed my earlobe and my pussy clenched, waiting expectantly. “The name’s Diesel, Sweetheart.”

  I swallowed and stared up at him as he winked and continued through the crowd toward the far back wall. I’d read up on Diesel, but we couldn’t find much on him. He was a complete and utter puzzle and I had been completely drawn in by him when I read his profile. He was really good at hiding himself, barely getting a good picture of him. But meeting this enigma, face to face, was even more alluring for me. He drew me in like a moth to a flame and I wanted to feel his heat.

  He told me to wait and I watched as he climbed up a few steps and dragged a velvet blue curtain back, he said a few words to whoever was inside and then came back down.

  “They’re inside.”

  “Thank you,” I walked passed him needing to be as far away as possible before I did something I’d regret later, but there was no helping the tingling sensation his hand was leaving on my arm as he stopped me.

  His eyes were warm and magnetic as they stared down at me. “I didn’t mean any harm earlier. I was just surprised that such a beauty packed such a powerful punch. I am actually awed by you Detective.”

  I gaped at him and he traced his thumb along my bottom lip and leaned in. “I also do my research,” he winked and suddenly I was left standing alone. I felt a thrill run down my spine and as I looked back I caught his eyes from the bar. He raised a glass at me and downed it, bluntly letting his eyes wander down my body. I took a deep breath and turned around. Slowly I made my way up the stairs feeling the heat of his eyes burning a hole in my leather jacket as I disappeared behind the curtain.

  1

  DIESEL

  Present Day…

  * * *

  My eyes shot open and I was once again drenched in sweat. I lied there for a second, trying to come to terms with reality as I stared up at the ceiling of my apartment. The dreams just keep coming, and they’d gotten stronger ever since this whole bullshit with these fucking gangs had emerged. It’s got everyone on edge, and I’m fucking stressed as fuck. The sleepless nights aren’t helping either. I kept seeing her face as she screamed for me, and then that moment, the moment I lost everything. That moment continued to fucking haunt me.

  I slowly got up and headed towards the glass partition in my bedroom. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped out onto the balcony. The cool breeze sending goose bumps across my bare chest, but it felt refreshing, alleviating the pressure that engulfed me.

  It had been six years and in all that time I hadn’t been able to shake this feeling off. I’d come so close to getting my hands on the motherfucker who ruined my life, and the lead I received a few months ago in Vegas was finally going to close this fucking case for good. Liam Calvaro was going to pay for everything he did to me, and I was going to be the one to take him down. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Wolf, but he knew what I was up to. He was always sending Gunner or Knox after me. I suppose he was watching my back and making sure I didn’t commit murder, dragging both mine and his name through the shitter. He was the only one who knew who I really was and what had happened to me all those years ago. He and Gunner were the only souls left in this world who knew.

  I ran my hand through my hair and gave a deep sigh. Another sleepless night and another stressful fucking day. The only leeway I had on La Cruz was gone after Gunner and Chastity decided to bring the FBI in. Now we needed to start from zero once again. And then there was that damn temptation that kept hovering around the damn club. She’s woken up some shit in me I’d had buried for years. And she wasn’t one to take no for an answer, not that I wanted to give it to her.

  When she’d landed on my lap a few weeks ago I wasn’t expecting her to stay. I’d heard about Gabriela Cristiano. She held high rank on the force and she was no joke when it came to her knowledge on narcotics. She was the best Narcotics Detective I’d ever seen and she was fucking beautiful, all five-foot-four tantalizing curves of her. Fuck! She had me tightly wound and highly aroused. My dick struggled to go down when she was around, and in the last few nights I’d pictured her above me, riding me as I jacked off my cock to her. I hadn’t touched myself in years. Shit I hadn’t had sex since…well, since her. In a way I felt like I was betraying her. My wife. My sweet Isabel.

  I knew I couldn’t live like this anymore. I understood that I needed to move on with my life. But I couldn’t let anything divert my attention from my mission. Gabriela Cristiano was a fucking provocative distraction and her presence was fucking off-putting if anything.

  I took a deep sigh and made my way to the bathroom. Taking off my shirt I stared at myself in the mirror. I was looking haggard in my thirty-eight years. I ran my hand down my face, tugging at my beard. I needed a good trim and my hair was getting too long. Dark circles ran under my eyes making me look worn out. I stared at my reflection and frowned at myself. I shouldn’t be feeling guilty for wanting another woman. Fuck! She was the first woman I’d ever even t
hought about since Isabel passed away. I looked down at the bulge in my pants and tried to ignore it as I turned on the water, turning the knob so that it was steaming hot. I quickly got under it and let the water hit my back and neck. My cock throbbed as I ran the soap across my chest and shoulders. I was a big guy, six foot two, and broad shouldered. I made sure my body was kept in good shape-that I was always ready physically, and mentally, for when I had to confront my past.

  It wasn’t strange that a woman like Gabriela would notice me, what was strange is that I wanted her to. I wanted her eyes on me and only me. As I rubbed the bar of soap down across my abs, my stomach tightened and my cock swelled. I pictured those pretty green eyes on me, hungrily watching me as she spread her legs. My hand flew down to my cock and I couldn’t help but groan as I pictured her stroking her pretty pussy for me, begging me with those emerald eyes to take her. I got lost in the fantasy of her as I stroked my cock slowly, leaning a hand against the cool glass frame. My grip was tight as I gave my dick long twisting strokes, imagining her parted lips as she fingered herself while I watched. Her jet black hair falling down onto the pillows as she threw her head back. Those luscious tits, all soft and plush, jutting out for me. I stroked my cock vigorously, my muscles tensing as I continued to masturbate with the thought of claiming her. Of grabbing her ankles and yanking her down to me, raising her legs so that my cock could play along her folds. My breath hitched and my hand drew into a fist as I jerked my dick in fast, hard pulls. I desperately wanted my fist to be her curvy little body. I wanted to sink my cock into her and hear her call out my name.

  I could feel that familiar pressure start to surge up my legs making my muscles clench. I swayed forward and grunted as I tugged harshly on my cock, hot cream spewing out at full force as I came for her. I pressed my head against my forearm as my body thrummed. The water now getting cool from being under it for so long.