Enforcer

Enforcer

by Katana Collins

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Worse than bad. Hotter than hot. These are the bad boys of the Harrison Street Crew, and they answer to no one. They take what they want. And what they want is you.

Ryan Gallagher is the one who does the dirty work. The brute force in the Harrison Street Crew, he lives to have the club all for his own one day. But the one thing he can’t have is Megan Mahoney—the one woman he’s loved since she was a teenager who needed saving.

Megan never forgot the all-consuming passion she felt for Ryan, her larger-than-life, wild teenage love. But coming from a hard, shocking past has left her broken and scared—and untrusting of the Harrison Street Crew. Ten years later, she’s back in Ryan’s world to claim a promise he made to her years ago. And even though she knows she shouldn’t fall for him, Ryan still has an explosive, sensual pull on her that she can’t ignore.

Ryan’s powerful love for Megan is the only thing that could ever soothe the tempestuous beast that roars in his soul. And when she comes back to him to aid her in a dangerous quest—a deadly revenge plot he swore he would be a part of years ago—Ryan can’t say no. He lives to protect this woman. He will die loving this woman. And as the stakes get higher, the love that they have kept hidden all these years explodes and goes further and deeper than either of them expected. But with a dark threat from Megan’s past thrust headlong into their lives, can their love win out?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250127167
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 06/06/2017
Series: The Harrison Street Crew , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 300
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres -- paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense, including The Harrison Street Crew series (Outlaw, Ex-Con).

She bounces between living in New York and Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.


Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres -- paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense, including Outlaw, Ex-Con, and Enforcer.

She bounces between living in New York and Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

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Enforcer


By Katana Collins

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Katana Collins
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-12716-7


CHAPTER 1

Five years later ...

"Listen, you piece of shit. I know you know who killed our brother. Tell me now, and we'll let you go."

Ryan paced in a circle around the tied-up man. Melito Reyes was just out on parole and had been in the cell next to Boots. Also a member of the car club, Impyerno, the Filipino club with a name that literally translates to "Hell."

Melito spat onto the floor, a tooth bouncing next to Ryan's toe. "I'm the piece of shit? Me? You're the one beating the fuck out of a rival club member. You lookin' to start a war?"

Ryan pulled back, slamming his fist into Melito's jaw once more. It cracked against his knuckles, and he was pretty certain he dislocated the thing. As long as Melito could still talk, he didn't care.

"No, I don't want to start a war." Ryan lowered, crouching eye level with Melito and bracing his hands onto his knees. "I want to find out who the fuck murdered my brother, Boots. And I know you saw something." His brother. More like his father. Boots was the closest thing to a dad Ryan had ever had. It didn't matter to him that Boots betrayed the club, murdered a Sauceda Crew member. What mattered most was the fact that Boots had set up Patrick, another HSC brother, to go down for the murder. That shit wasn't exactly forgivable. But then again, it didn't much matter now did it? Bootsie was six feet under, and they'd never get an explanation. He'd never get a chance at redemption. And Boots's club legacy would always be the guy who betrayed the Harrison Street Crew.

"How would you feel if it was an Impyerno man stabbed like a piece of meat in that cell?" Ryan asked.

Melito grinned, a snarled expression that was anything but happy. "Guess I would feel a lot like Sauceda's Crew, wouldn't I?"

Anger seethed in Ryan, burning like a shot of whiskey. But shit if the Impyerno motherfucker wasn't right. No matter what way they spun this, Boots was in the wrong. "Exactly. So, would you be worried about a gang war in that moment when you knew someone was withholding information?"

Chip, a fellow club member who was about ten years older than Ryan paced behind him. One of the only few people left in the club who cared what came of Boots's legacy. Most of the other brothers only wanted to find out who was behind it to save their own interests. To aid in transforming the club and the HSC garage into a legitimate business with taxes and 1099s and all sorts of other shit that didn't matter to Ryan. Legal or not, he was HSC for life.

"If the Impyerno man was a murderer and a rat like Boots, I don't know that I would care if he was skewered like a kabob," Melito grunted.

Ryan grabbed the hammer off the wall, slamming it into Melito's finger. With only one hit, it was flattened into a snarled mess of flesh, blood, and bone. Melito screamed, wrenching his arms against the restraints tying him to the chair.

"You got nine more fingers and ten more toes, Mel," Chip said, pacing behind Ryan. "And once Hawk gets going, he's nearly impossible to stop."

Short, labored breaths pushed through Melito's pursed lips and flaring nostrils. Sweat mixed with tears dripped down his face and neck. But still he remained silent. Ryan looked back over his shoulder at Chip, who gave a quick nod. Rearing back, Ryan raised the hammer over his head once more.

"Wait!" Melito cried. "Stop! I didn't see the stabbing. But I did see a guard bring him out of his cell alive that night. Boots left that cell with one guard, but two dragged his body back and locked him back inside."

"You telling me a prison guard murdered him?"

"No. Maybe. ... I don't know. He was alive when they put him back in. I could hear his wheezing breath until I fell asleep. Just assumed the guards fucked him up a bit. They do that, you know. To the ones of us they hate the most. If you're lucky. If you're one they like, they make you do much worse things."

Ryan shuddered at the thought. At the stories he'd heard his brothers tell about being inside.

"What else?" Chip asked folding his arms and stepping beside Ryan.

"Nothing, I swear." Melito licked his lips, blood smearing into his pathetic excuse for a mustache. "I fell asleep and woke up the next morning to find Boots in a body bag and guards investigating his cell."

"His cellmate wasn't there that night?" Ryan asked. This wasn't looking so good. If it was another club that murdered Boots, that they could handle. If it ran deeper, someone on the inside protecting against the Chiccarini case Michelle was building? Fuck.

"He'd just been transferred. Don't know where."

Ryan stared at the Impyerno kid. Young ... not as young as Easy had been when Boots killed him, but probably just barely in his twenties.

"The cell on the other side of Boots had another car-club member. Not Impyerno but, but ... C3. Don't know his name, but he was a big guy. Ask him — he'll tell ya."

Was Melito telling the truth? The only way to know for sure would be to do just what he said — get someone else in an adjacent cell to back up his story. As long as Ryan could get there to corroborate first. He knew the guys at C3. They were a good club. Fair, usually. A lot like HSC and Sauceda these days. For now, he believed Melito.

Chip ran a hand over his goatee before nodding at Ryan. "Let him go. Toss him back into Impyerno territory, and let's get the hell out of here."

"No need for that," a heavily accented voice said behind them.

Fuck. Ryan heard the bullets fire before he saw who was there. Reacting quickly, he jumped behind the chair where Melito was tied up. Chip screamed from beside him, clutching his leg, blood staining his jeans where he'd been shot. Son of a bitch, how did they find us? Chip and Ryan had been so careful. Took several routes, had three different locations for the torture and only decided on this one thirty minutes prior.

Using Melito's body as a shield stopped most of the gunfire. That's right. You want to hit me, you gotta go through your boy. Instead of aiming and shooting at the group of Impyernos in front of them, Ryan pointed the gun at Melito's head. "We were sparing your boy's life," Ryan called out. "About to release him. But one more shot at me or my brother, and you lose yours."

Wrapping an arm around Melito's waist, he lifted the dead weight, dragging the chair with him over to where Chip was hiding behind a table. "You okay?" Ryan whispered.

"Yeah. Damn bullet just grazed me."

Ryan glanced down at Chip's leg where his pants were sliced open and a two-inch-long gash bled just above his knee. Looked like he was right. That bastard was lucky. One inch over and a bullet would have been lodged in his femur.

"Good," Ryan whispered. "Let's get back to back. You cover me from behind and we slip out that back door, using Melito as our shield."

Ryan clapped Melito on his shoulder. "Your boys take it easy and we'll all get out of this alive, okay?" Melito snorted, shaking his head. "Today. You'll get out alive today. But the devil can hold a grudge, motherfucker."

Chip grunted, rolling his eyes as he crawled behind Ryan. "Let's go."

Ryan kept his gun on Melito's temple, and the three moved slowly toward the back door, Chip guarding his back and Ryan grunting as he practically carried Melito, still tied to the chair, in front of him. The legs of the wooden chair scraped against the cement floor, every now and then catching on a groove.

"Easy," Ryan called out. "We only wanted information about our brother."

"By torturing ours," the Impyerno president called out.

How the fuck else did he expect them to get a man to talk? "Well, I wasn't about to buy him a fucking bottle of wine," Ryan said.

"Almost at the door," Chip whispered. "What are the chances Imyerno's got boys out there watching it?" "You got anyone watching the back door?" Ryan asked.

In the dark room, he saw the glint of a gold tooth as the president smiled. "Why would I ever tell you that?" "Because if you don't, I'm tossing Melito here out the door first. If they open fire, it'll be on your own brother."

"Then you leave one of you vulnerable to us."

"And you're willing to sacrifice your brother for that?" Ryan asked.

"One Impyerno for two HSCs sounds like a good trade to me."

"They're bluffing," Chip whispered. "Even the Impyernos aren't that heartless to kill a brother. They're just trying to get us to stop using Melito as a shield."

"What if you're wrong?"

"Then all three of us die."

Ryan sighed. "Don't know about you, but I don't like those odds."

"Look at it this way," Chip said, "If they really believed that one Impyerno for two HSC lives was a good trade, they would have been shooting at us this whole time. If they really didn't care if Melito lived or died, they would have killed all three of us."

That was a damn good point. "Okay, brother. Let's do this."

Chip kicked the back door open and no one immediately fired. Guns drawn like a fucking action hero, Chip slid out the door slowly, Ryan backing up behind him.

"Clear," Chip said.

Still using Melito as a shield, Ryan backed out the door. The front chair leg caught on an uneven brick sending Ryan falling beside Melito. It wasn't until then that he noticed a small knife in Melito's hand. When the fuck did he get that?

With the loosened restraints around his wrists, he managed to sink the knife into Ryan's shoulder, just above his heart, as the Impyernos embraced the clear shot, bullets zipping past them. One grazed Ryan's neck.

"Fuck!" Ryan lunged, shutting the door behind him, taking off beside Chip toward his firebird. "You need to drive," he shoved his keys into Chip's hand, diving into the passenger seat as Chip fired up the engine, spinning the tires out of the empty lot.

"What happened? You hit?"

"Knife wound," he grunted. Grasping the hilt, he moved to take it out when Chip's hand darted out to stop him.

"Leave it in. For now. We'll get you some help."

CHAPTER 2

I'm watching silently from above while he climbs on top of me, smelling like stale Coors Light, cigarettes, and body odor. Clumsily, he smashes my mouth with his. "Admit it," he grunts. "You've been wanting this. Wearing those little shorts like a fucking tease."

I transform slowly, growing older by the second. From thirteen to fourteen up until I'm twenty-six years old, still pinned beneath him. But he is the same. He is a monster. The knife in my hand is gripped so tightly that blood spills from my palm to the carpet. I'm a magician. I can transform him from a monster into a corpse. You can't fear a corpse.

Without hesitation, I slam the knife into his chest. Again into his belly. I slice him from pelvis to throat like a gutted fish and stand over his body. But it's no longer Rodney on the floor bleeding out at my feet. It's my father. There's a knock on the door and Dad's eyes snap open. Bloody, pale, and nearly dead, he says, "Wake up, Meggie. Someone's here."

I drop the knife, falling to his side. Unable to feel anything but numb. "Daddy?" I grasp his hand. "I'm so sorry."

More knocking. "There's someone in your house," Dad says again, more urgently this time. "Someone's here, Meggie."

With a gasp, Megan bolted upright in bed. Sweat drenched her sheets and pillow, her hair was plastered to the back of her neck. Until about two weeks ago, it had been years since she'd dreamt about Rodney. But ever since her dad's death, it was every night. He was back. Haunting her.

No, not haunting — only the dead could haunt. It would be better if he haunted her. Would mean her job was done and Rodney was dead. This was torture. He was torturing her.

She thought she was done with this. Thought she was done with him. She could get through most weeks without hardly a thought of that man. But now? Now he was back and in full force. She saw his face everywhere. In the grocery store. In line at the bank. Even in her bar. But it was never really him. Just her fucked-up mind playing tricks on her.

Therapy wasn't working. Nothing would work until Rodney was six feet under.

There was a creak in the hallway and Megan froze, listening. Footsteps. Slow. And breathing — short, quiet breaths. Opening her nightstand, she grabbed her gun, cringing at the noise as she clicked the safety off. Then balancing it, holding it steady, she aimed for the door, ready for the intruder.

"Megan?" A quiet voice called through her cracked door. "Meg, you awake?"

"Shannon?" What the hell was her sister doing there at four in the morning?

Meg clicked the safety back on but didn't drop the gun just yet. "What are you doing here?"

Her sister poked her head into the bedroom, still wearing scrubs. "I was getting off my night shift and got a text from Ryan that you needed me. I tried calling you —"

"Shit," Megan muttered, putting the gun away and checking her phone. Four missed calls. One from Ryan, three from Shannon.

"I haven't spoken to Ryan in weeks," Megan said. "Well, other than him ordering a whiskey or a Guinness at the bar."

"But he said it was urgent. To meet you here as soon as possible."

Megan flipped her legs over the side of the bed, twisting her long hair into a high bun, hoping to air out the sweat at the nape of her neck. Walking to the bathroom, she turned on the faucet, splashing some cold water on her face. She'd only made it to bed two hours ago, closing up the bar around one thirty, when there was only one customer ordering two-dollar PBRs. He'd been pissed that she was kicking him out early, but he was drunk and cheap and not worth her time and exhaustion to stay open. "Don't know what to tell you. I didn't call Ryan. And I didn't call you."

"You don't need to be a bitch about it," Shannon snapped. "I came rushing over here thinking you were hurt." She tossed her purse on the bed. "Jesus. Despite all the shit going on, I even grabbed medical supplies. Again."

How stupid can my sister be? Megan thought, shaking her head. She'd been the on-call nurse practitioner for HSC ever since she started part-time at the hospital. In the last couple of years, she'd stolen thousands of dollars of supplies. "You've got to stop doing that. Eyes are on you, Shannon. They're looking to nail you for grand fucking larceny —"

"Yeah, I think I know that. I don't know who it was that reported me, but someone's been watching. Someone's out to end my career."

"Well it doesn't seem like you know that! Look at all this." Megan rushed over to the bag, pulling out equipment to monitor blood pressure, Vicodin, Oxy, antiseptics, antibiotics, and gauze. "Look at all this shit. How much money's worth of medical supplies is this? Anything over three thousand dollars is a felony, Shannon!"

"I thought you were hurt. I thought you needed this. I might not be willing to go to prison for some HSC fucks like Dr. Flanagan risks, but for you, I would!"

A groan echoed in the hallway and Shannon gasped, stepping aside. Once again, Megan rushed to the nightstand, grabbing the gun.

"When did you get that?" Shannon cried.

"Shhh," Megan whispered.

"It's me," a deep voice said. It was raspy and quieter than usual, but Megan would recognize it anywhere. Ryan Gallagher. That voice — those eyes — had been a key player in her fantasies for almost ten years. Shivers jolted down her spine, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. "Just me, Meg," he repeated. "I'm coming in, okay?"

Ryan slipped into her bedroom, shirtless, holding a blood-soaked rag in his hands, a knife sticking out of his shoulder. His face was paler than she'd ever seen him before, lips white and dry, and his body was trembling.

The same Ryan Gallagher that had barged into her mother's house nine years, eleven months, and two weeks ago to rescue her and Shannon from their crackhead mom and rapist wannabe stepfather. The same Ryan Gallagher who held her gaze for far too long in that dingy bedroom and made the promise of all promises. She owed him everything. Her life. Her sanity.

But a larger, stronger part of her also hated him. Shouldn't whatever magnetic pull she'd felt since the day he rescued her almost ten years ago be broken by now? Especially in light of how he rejected her on her twenty-first birthday. And what was worse, he was part of the club that left her dad to rot in prison and die. Allowed him to get stabbed and murdered by a rival club for being a "rat." The fear choking her melted into fury. How dare he break into her home at the witching hour and drag her sister into helping him? Drag her family into risking everything for that fucking club yet again?

Fuck him and his stupid, sexy voice and annoying arousing muscles that rippled with every step he took. The flesh between her legs pulsed as she stared at him, and unfortunately there wasn't a whole lot of time at the moment to give her body a lecture on what was acceptable, with the knife sticking out of Ryan's chest.


(Continues...)

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Enforcer 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Alyssa75 More than 1 year ago
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Enforcer by Katana Collins Book Three of the Harrison Street Crew series Publisher: Swerve Publication Date: June 6, 2017 Rating: 3 stars Source: eARC from NetGalley Summary (from Goodreads): Worse than bad. Hotter than hot. These are the bad boys of the Harrison Street Crew, and they answer to no one. They take what they want. And what they want is you. Ryan Gallagher is the one who does the dirty work. The brute force in the Harrison Street Crew, he lives to have the club all for his own one day. But the one thing he can’t have is Megan Mahoney—the one woman he’s loved since she was a teenager who needed saving. Megan never forgot the all-consuming passion she felt for Ryan, her larger-than-life, wild teenage love. But coming from a hard, shocking past has left her broken and scared—and untrusting of the Harrison Street Crew. Ten years later, she’s back in Ryan’s world to claim a promise he made to her years ago. And even though she knows she shouldn’t fall for him, Ryan still has an explosive, sensual pull on her that she can’t ignore. Ryan’s powerful love for Megan is the only thing that could ever soothe the tempestuous beast that roars in his soul. And when she comes back to him to aid her in a dangerous quest—a deadly revenge plot he swore he would be a part of years ago—Ryan can’t say no. He lives to protect this woman. He will die loving this woman. And as the stakes get higher, the love that they have kept hidden all these years explodes and goes further and deeper than either of them expected. But with a dark threat from Megan’s past thrust headlong into their lives, can their love win out? What I Liked: Out of the three books in this series, Enforcer is easily my least favorite. It wasn't bad, but it just didn't have the same zest that Ex-Con and Outlaw had. Sure, I loved the bicker and banter between Ryan and Megan. But when it came down to it, I wasn't sold on the romance overall, and the climax and ending had way too much drama. I really enjoyed the series as a whole though. We meet Ryan and Megan in the previous two books, and we get hints of a past connection between the two. It turns out, Megan has been in love with Ryan since she was sixteen (ten years ago), and Ryan has been in love with her for just as long. On her twenty-first birthday, Megan decides to make a move on Ryan... and he rejects her. For Ryan, it's because Megan is Boots' daughter - and Boots was a father-figure to Ryan. But now Boots is dead and Megan is all grown up, and she is demanding that Ryan make good on this deadly promise that he made to her, ten years ago. He has protected her for all these years, and he'll keep doing so, even if he can't have her. But Megan is a fighter and she doesn't quit - and in this case, she won't give up on Ryan. I loved Megan - she is so tough and gutsy and she goes after what she wants. She survived a cruel and heartbreaking past, and she is stronger than ever. I like how she knows what she wants and follows through - not just with Ryan, but everything she puts her mind to. Megan argues with Ryan and HSC about everything, and doesn't let them push her around. Sometimes this could be a little annoying, but for the most part, I love how she never took no for an answer. Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)
Cctheday More than 1 year ago
Pretty Good This book was pretty good. I enjoyed reading it. This was the first time I had read a book based on a car crew. I have read a bunch of books based off of motorcycle clubs and this book seemed to be right up that ally. I liked the fact that the book started out 10 years in the past and brought us to the present. It was nice to see Ryan and Megan's relationship grow. There were times when it felt like the main characters were arguing over stupid stuff that shouldn't be a huge issue but of course with every book there has to be some drama. While this is a book that I enjoyed it won't be a book I read over and over again. I do look forward to the next book in the series.
MBurton More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars! Third book in the series focuses on Megan and Ryan. While each book in the series focuses on a different couple, there is a bigger picture to the full series. I would not advise reading this as a standalone if you want to understand everything that is going on. The big picture is a politician, Remy, is advocating cleaning up Southie of the car gangs to get elected. What you start to learn is Remy is dirtier than these car gangs he wants to eradicate. With each book his dirty hands are working in the background to set up individual members of the HSC. In this book we learn more about Megan, daughter to HSC member Boots and Ryan, another member. In the beginning we get a very clear picture of how horrible Megan and her sister, Shannon have it with their drugged up mom and her boyfriend who has no qualms touching underage girls. It's not a pretty picture the author gives us, but also a way to explain how Megan has become such a strong as nails woman in adulthood and the demons she is fighting. At 16, her dad finally learned enough about their living situation to get them out of their moms home. Ryan was there that day to help Boots and saw what Megan went through. He made a promise to her that she is now collecting 10 years later. I really like Katana Collins writing. For not really liking the car gang storyline, she has still pulled me into the story wanting to see how this plays out. You get a "Fast and the Furious" feel about these guys in the HSC with the street racing and stealing cars. There is also a biker feel with how they all stick together and watch each other's backs. All members are the anti-hero type. Deep down they are good men who do bad things to help others. There are triggers in this book with what Megan dealt with as a child. There is also a lot of push/pull between the main characters. Ryan is protective of Megan but also to the point of protecting her from himself. If you are a fan of this type of book, Katana Collins does an amazing job of writing an intense storyline that will pull you right into the story. ARC provided by NetGalley.