Amara (Reapers MC #12) - Elizabeth Knox
Acknowledgments
My Alpha Team: Courtnay, E.C., Jai, Chas, Tania, Janet, Taneesha, Kim, Isabelle, Heidi, Cynthia, Jojo, Vikki, & Lisa— I really relied on you all so much during this book. When I was nearing the end I grew so uncertain, but y’all reminded me how this was perfect for Amara, and I appreciate your support more than I can ever put into words.
My Cover Designer, Clarise— You’re a beast. You made me fall in love with our glitter effect for the women in the club. I can’t freaking wait to do more of this.
My Blogger Team— I say this every time, but thank you so very much for believing in me. Thank you for constantly helping me promote my work. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.
My Editor, Kim and Proofreader, Jackie— We’re really rocking this entire process when it comes to editing. Thank you both so much for helping me make sure my books don’t have nearly as much mistakes as they do before they release. Lord knows I miss some pretty basic stuff every now and again.
Gloria— Thank you for going through this entire manuscript to help me ensure the Spanish was absolutely correct.
Heidi— Thank you for reading Amara the night before I was finished. I needed someone who wasn’t part of my alpha team to go through and give me their input as well. It’s because of y’all that I think this book will be one of the best.
Rae B. Lake, E.C. Land, April Canavan, Jen L. Grey, and Iris Sweetwater— Thank you all for your friendship and support. I’ve known some of you for years, and others for only a few months. Regardless of the time we’ve known one another, I consider you all to be amongst my closest friends. Thank you all for being here in the moments where I need you the most. I love y’all dearly.
To the ones who make mistakes.
Just kidding. We all make mistakes because we’re human.
If someone ever tries to make you feel imperfect in any way, accept it, but don’t let it tear you down. None of us are perfect. Not one of us.
Life is about making mistakes and learning from them. This is the sole reason I wrote Amara’s story, because she was either very loved or very hated. She is just as human as you and I are in our decision making.
You are worthy of redemption, even if people say you aren’t.
If you’re doubting that right now, I hope this book will change your mind.
‘Cause I wrote this book for you.
Trigger Warning
This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run of the mill romance and tough subjects will be spoken about in this storyline.
Gone But Never Forgotten:
Fist — Former Prez (Deceased)
Cracker – Former VP (Deceased)
Saffron — Fist’s woman, Sakura’s sister, Sydney’s mom. (Deceased)
Billings, Montana Charter
Zane – Prez — Ol’ Lady— Octavia
Blackjack – VP– Ol’ Lady – Ashley
Children: Dex (Blackjack’s previous relationship) & Noelle
Bull – Enforcer — Ol’ Lady – Alexa
Grim – Sgt. at Arms
Tex – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy
Children: Kat
Dracus – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy
Children: Nova
Bolt – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy
Children: Jordyn
Zorro – Full Patch
Axel – Full Patch
Hammer – Prospect
Frost — Prospect
Turmoil — Prospect
Las Vegas, Nevada Charter
Damon – Prez – Ol’ Lady – Kat
Dixon – VP — Ol’ Lady — Indra
Booger – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady — Camila
Widow – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Tania (A Jackal)
Children: Zoe (Widow’s previous relationship)
Chaz – Full Patch
Cobra – Full Patch — Ol’ Lady — Izzy
Hawk – Full Patch — Ol’ Lady — Raven
Amara – Full Patch
Kade – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Ivy
Children: Orion & Fate
Mouser – Full Patch — Ol’ Lady — Sakura
Ripper — Prospect
Jolt — Prospect
Spark — Prospect
Poison — Prospect
Glossary/Definitions:
Capos— highest position of the drug cartel.
Tenientes— second highest position of the cartel.
Sicarios— armed group within the cartel.
Halcones— eyes and ears of the streets.
Prologue
Even the Devil was once an angel.
~ Unknown
Amara
One Year Ago . . .
My back burns from the nape down to my lumbar. Lucien dragging me against the floor pulled my shirt up, but the rough flooring scraped against my skin. Even now I know it’s only the first of many wounds I’ll have, thanks to the man who took me.
I’m on my back, unable to move an inch. Hell, I can’t even