"Holy crap does J.C. Emery know how to keep readers on edge! This is the 3rd book in the series and it's getting even better and better and.... yep, you guess it...better! Talking about keeping you glued to the reader and sitting up on edge...even at times yelling at character or two... You're really missing out if you have not started this series yet!"

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Rev

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"
I absolutely fell in love with this series the moment I began reading
Ride.
The MC and the women they love are great characters, full of humor, sass, ruggedness, strength, love and passion.
Crush
was as no exception."

Naughty Moms' Story Time's review of
Crush

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Cease (the Bayonet Scars finale)

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Cover Design
by Brenda Gonet at Star Bound Books

Formatting
by JC Emery www.jcemery.com

Editing
by Michele Milburn

Mature Content Warning

The Bayonet Scars novels are a dark and gritty romance series which features graphic sexual content, violence, and foul language that is intended for a mature audience. Each novel features a different couple, though it's not recommended that they be read out of order due to the series story arc.

For Dawn.

For the last three years of f-bombs, unruly characters, and screwdrivers in inappropriate places.

DEATH SILENCES. LOVE ECHOES.

Ruby Buckley is no stranger to loss. She lost her twins in their infancy, lost her son to his demons, and lost herself to a life she never wanted.

Until him.

Jim Stone is lost. He's a father who doesn't know how to parent, a brother who doesn't know why he ever patched in, and is completely numb to everything around him.

Until her.

Craving normalcy, Ruby wants to live straight, but that's easier said than done when a member of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is determined to make her his old lady. She's plagued by a past she can't escape. He vows to give her a better future, even if means delivering the impossible.

But falling in love was only the beginning.

Twenty years later and they're still going strong, even if the world around them is crumbling. Jim's put his club on the line and given Ruby the impossible– her now adult twins she thought she'd lost forever. She has everything she's always wanted.

But at what cost?

Love is never more real than when it's forever.

CHAPTER 1

Ruby

Brooklyn, New York

April 2016

Mancuso's downfall

Time after time, I never cease to be amazed at how deeply I can be hurt.

Just a flesh wound, Mama.

Jim's words echo in my mind over and over again. They're all I hear as I watch my husband--the man who taught me that men can be good--being lifted into the back of the van by his brothers. Blood pools at the bottom of his vest and drips to the pavement.

My daughter--the precious baby I thought I'd lost forever--is being carried to the van by the boy who became my son at the age of eight. She's lost so much blood. The dark red liquid completely covers her face, neck, and chest. My heart falls into my stomach as I catch sight of the blood smeared all over Ryan's cut and his face.

My husband's been gutted, and my daughter's been sliced open.

Both bleeding.

One dying.

Maybe two.

Hopefully none.

And all I can think about is my own selfish need to keep them with me. If I'm not a mother to my daughter or a wife to my husband, then I don't know who I am. I'll still have my sons--all three of them--but it's not the same. My boys don't need me the way my man and my girl do. I won't get to hang on to Michael for much longer. He's a Mancuso, and he'll be staying in New York to take over the family--and it doesn't matter how I feel about that. Ian, my eldest, has his wife, Mindy. He thinks he still needs me, but he doesn't. Ryan, the boy I have to remind myself isn't really mine, has Alex.
My daughter.

If we lose her, there's nothing anyone can do to make it better. Ryan will never recover, and neither will I. He'll shut down, just like Rage did when we lost Sylvia, and even I won't be able to reach him then.

If we lose Jim, we lose our rock. I lose the only person I ever trusted enough to give my whole heart to besides my children.

I won't survive it.

CHAPTER 2

Phoenix, Arizona

March 1997

The ache in my jaw doesn't dull even after I swallow what he gives me and lick my lips. A fake smile plasters itself on my face, my eyes shine, and I give him a little purr. His dick is tiny as fuck, but all the coke he did is making my job much harder than it has to be. If I didn't need this so much--if it wasn't for my boy--I wouldn't be here. My stomach rolls at the satisfied smile that rests on the strange man's lips, but I power through my disgust and move to crawl up his body. I'm stopped short of his mangled, dirty face by the sharp pain that radiates from my scalp. He threads his fingers through my hair, gripping it closer to my flesh, and gives a hard yank. My eyes narrow before I can stop them. I compliment the way he tastes to smooth things over, but it's too late. He's already seen the look, and he's not having it.

"You're supposed to be a compliant little whore, so act like it." A drop of saliva hits my cheek as he spits the words down at me. I don't flinch or look away. He wants me to back down, but I don't. I can't show any anger or fear. I've spent the last couple of months trying to be his club's perfect little whore so I could earn my ride to California. And it hasn't been easy. Of all the clubs I've hooked up with, his is probably the most depraved and disgusting I've stepped foot in. I need out, and not just for me. My boy is depending on me to get him a little slice of stable, so it doesn't matter how much I hate this man, I'm going to swallow every drop he gives me, and I'll do it with a fucking smile if it means I can get Ian a little bit better.

"You want that ride to California?"

I nod my head and lick my lips eagerly, like I'm some kind of stupid dog that doesn't know danger when she sees it. His eyes fall to my lips, and he loosens his grip on my hair just slightly. Just enough to give me some relief.

"Talk, bitch," he says. There's food between his teeth. His breath is foul. I hate this guy, but since I got here, he's been the most aggressive about getting me into bed. I've let him have his fill plenty of times, but once I realized this place was no good for my boy, I started making it more difficult for him to get me back to his room. So far, my plan has worked. He's more desperate than ever to get a hold of me, but if he wants what I have, he's going to have to deal to get it.

"I want the ride to California, and you want my pussy. We made a deal . . ." I come close to saying his name, but I'm not even sure I know it, so I stop short. To emphasize my point, I rub my hands on the tops of his thighs. He watches my hands while he makes me wait for an answer.

"You want that ride, you're gonna have to fucking earn it."

And I do. I take everything he gives me, only wincing once when I can't block out how rough he's being. I do what I do every time a man takes me to bed--I just mentally detach from my body and go through the motions. I purr when I'm supposed to, I tell them I love the way they feel, and I so scream loudly when I'm supposed to be orgasming that they puff their chests out with pride. I take them however they want, again and again, and I don't complain. I leave my son with other whores, and I drop to my knees if that's what they want. Anytime. Anywhere. And I scrub their scents off of me every single night, but it never goes away.

And it doesn't matter, because a kid can't eat off of love. My devotion to my boy won't buy him new shoes when his are worn out. I don't have any marketable skills, an education, or any luck in picking friends, so I just do what I need to, take what I must, and find a way to live with the consequences of how I choose to survive.

Even when it leaves me bruised and raw and wincing every time I move, like now.

The disgusting pig behind me grunts as he slams into me, his fingers digging into my hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin sends a shiver up my spine, but not for the reason the man thinks. He's close to coming, and I silently thank his sad little dick because his lack of girth is about the only thing saving me from running out of here right now. Just as his body begins to shake, there's a loud banging on the bedroom door. There isn't a working lock, so whoever is banging is at least being semi-courteous. The man ignores it, grunts loudly, and holds on to me tighter. I lower my head, breathing in and out slowly, trying to keep myself from screaming. He wants me to lose it, to break down and beg for him to stop. The sick fuck gets off on that shit, but I won't do it. I refuse to give that to him.

The door flies open, bringing in a gush of cool air the stings my naked body. I try not to look up to meet the intruder's eyes, but it's too difficult. A woman stands in the doorway, the same woman I left Ian with. When I told her my name is Ruby, she told me her name is Gem. Which sounds like total bullshit, but I went with it. She's coked-up half the time, got a cock in her the other half, but she likes kids and she's been good to mine, so I've relied on her since I got here. Only tonight, I shouldn't have left Ian. He was in one of his moods. I told myself this is a means to an end and left even though she didn't look like she was in a good place. It was better than leaving him alone when he's like that, though, so I did it. And now, just by looking at her, I know I fucked up and made the wrong choice. Gem's eyes are frantic, and she's shaking slightly. She's got fresh, bloody scratches up and down her arms.

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