CARTEL
The Epic Conclusion
to the Cartel Series
by Lili St.
Germain
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BLURB
People aren’t born
monsters.
They’re created.
I’d been with Dornan
Ross for the better part of a decade. Slept in his bed, sewn up his wounds,
tasted his blood, seen inside his soul.
But even I wasn’t
prepared for what he did.
I should have known
it would always come down to this, from the very moment I laid eyes on him in
that motel.
I should have known
his salvation was too good to be true.
Because it’s all
gone now, the impossible love I had for him bleeding away in the darkness that
came afterward.
Now there’s only
hate.
Now I just want to
escape.
Even if it means I
have to kill him to be free.
People aren’t born
monsters.
They’re created.
I’d been with Dornan
Ross for the better part of a decade. Slept in his bed, sewn up his wounds,
tasted his blood, seen inside his soul.
But even I wasn’t
prepared for what he did.
I should have known
it would always come down to this, from the very moment I laid eyes on him in
that motel.
I should have known
his salvation was too good to be true.
Because it’s all
gone now, the impossible love I had for him bleeding away in the darkness that
came afterward.
Now there’s only
hate.
Now I just want to
escape.
Even if it means I
have to kill him to be free.
EXCERPT
Nobody
was stepping in to stop this, and John understood why. For a club that had
always prided itself on being a singular organism, two factions had slowly
started to emerge. Without voicing it, people were starting to bleed towards
one side or the other. Towards John, or Dornan.
‘I
will never apologize for telling you the truth,’ John said, his teeth about to
shatter they were clenched so tight. ‘You killed Stephanie. The woman you’ve
been looking for fifteen fuckin’ years! Because you were still in love with
her! And you killed her, Dee. Why?
‘Don’t
ever fucking talk about Stephanie again,’ Dornan said. ‘About any of it. Do you
understand?’
John
used the segue to get down low, to kick his leg out and sweep Dornan’s feet
from underneath him. He went down hard, making a sound as the air knocked out
of him again. The time for games was over.
John
pulled his gun, cocking it as he stepped over Dornan. He planted one foot on
either side of Dornan’s torso, aiming the gun right between his fucking eyes,
and everything in him screamed at him to pull the fucking trigger and end this.
Kill the motherfucker, save the girl, and everyone could live happily ever
after. Only, it was never going to be that easy. John knew only too well how
surrounded he was by people who were firmly in Dornan’s allegiance, people who
were probably aiming their guns at him right now. Instead of unloading a round
of bullets in Dornan like he wanted to, John changed his grip on the gun and
brought the butt down straight into his forehead. Dornan’s eyes rolled back in
his head momentarily, before they refocused on John, the fight completely gone.
‘I
buried Stephanie!’ John roared, spittle landing on Dornan’s cheek. ‘I will talk
about whoever, whenever, because I dug her grave with my bare hands and I
fucking buried that poor bitch myself!’
The
place was as quiet as the dirt grave John had lowered Stephanie into, back in
Colorado. Nobody moved a muscle. Jaws were on the floor and somebody had turned
the music off completely. Even the girls who were supposed to be dancing
onstage were motionless, their eyes bugging out as they took in the scene
unfolding.
Anarchy
like this had never existed within the Gypsy Brothers before. The brotherhood
was bleeding away in front of everyone, replaced by mistrust and greed. And in
Dornan’s case, by a darkness so black he couldn’t even see his way back to the
light.
Selfishly,
John wanted to reach through and pull him back. To go back to a time when
things were simpler. To know who was a friend and who was an enemy.
But
it was too late. He’d seen too much. The blood. The death. It was all just too
fucking much.
‘Let
me tell you what happens if you stay on this road, brother.’ John’s eyes
burned, his throat thick. Dornan had been his only true friend. What had gone
so colossally wrong? When? Where? Before Mariana, before any of it, where had
their paths diverged so violently?
And
then, John understood. An epiphany that lay beneath him, beaten and still.
Dornan had been born on this road. Naked, bloody, screaming, a pawn in a game
much bigger than him. A chess piece that belonged to Emilio Ross, in blood and
in name.
John
could run Mariana could run. But Dornan would never be able to run from the
thing he came from. The thing that created him. The darkness didn’t just exist
within him.
He
was the fucking darkness.
ABOUT LILI
Lili is a USA Today
bestselling hybrid author of series including The GYPSY BROTHERS and CARTEL,
with over a million books sold to date. The Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a
morally bankrupt biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them. The
Cartel series is a prequel trilogy of full-length novels that explores the
beginnings of the club.
After the success of
her self-published Gypsy Brothers series, she was approached by HarperCollins
Publishers, who signed her CARTEL series in a three-book deal.
Aside from writing,
her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter,
good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Instagram. She loves to
read almost as much as she loves to write.
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