**In this life, you reap what you sow . . .** Not everyone wants to run from their past. Some souls embrace the chance to hunt their prey and seek vengeance. And some bastards just like the carnage a little too much. There's a reason I'm the SGT at Arms. I handle the hard shit. The jo
Ridin' for Hell: Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, NV
โ Scribed by Nikki Landis
- Book ID
- 100515110
- Publisher
- Nikki Landis
- Year
- 2020
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 162 KB
- Series
- RBMC Tonopah, NV 3
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B0812ZCJHM
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
In this life, you reap what you sow . . .
Not everyone wants to run from their past.
Some souls embrace the chance to hunt their prey and seek vengeance.
And some bastards just like the carnage a little too much.
There's a reason I'm the SGT at Arms.
I handle the hard shit.
The jobs no one else wants to deal with because its messy.
Thing is, I love to lose control.
When I'm angry, my demons come out to play.
And then the real fun begins . . .
Revenge is my only master.
I'm the judge, jury, and merciless executioner.
My enemies think I've forgotten about them.
They think I hide behind my patch.
I don't.
There are only two things I care about -
Protecting my club and spilling blood.
They call me Azrael, the Angel of Death.
A one-way ticket to Hell.
My Reaper is ready to ride.
And where he goes, death and destruction follow.
The Bastards of Tonopah, NV ride April 2020.
- WARNING - This book contains dark and mature content with a paranormal REAPER twist. *
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