🔥 Riot (Kiss of Death MC #4) by Marteeka Karland
🖤 Dark Romance | MC Romance | Protective Alpha | Age Gap Romance
Violet Harrington has a haunted look in her eyes that tugs at every protective instinct Caleb “Riot” Devereaux has left. In a world where women are pawns in family power games, Violet did what she was told—married the man her family chose, had his child… and now lives in fear 💔.
Trapped in a nightmare of abuse, Violet’s only mission is to protect her son. When her son’s rage explodes at the violence he witnesses, she’s offered a way out—and it starts with meeting Quinn “Riot” Devereaux, her new bodyguard 💪 with a criminal past and a code of honor.
He asks her a question no one ever has:
“What do you need, Violet?” 💬
❤️🔥 He’ll protect her.
💣 He’ll fight for her.
⚖️ He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself.
But loving her? That might be the most dangerous thing of all.
⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains depictions of domestic abuse.
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EXCERPT FROM RIOT
“Sorry about that. Poor thing’s balking hard.” She nodded to the vehicle and her passengers. “Her son and I had to coax her into letting him do this and we still had to practically drag her into the car.”
That got my attention. “What’s going on? What is it I need to do?” Something inside me coiled tight. I knew without a doubt something was about to happen that would change my life. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to pay attention because I was about to get knocked on my ass.
“My client is about to testify that his father beat his mother. Kid knows his mom is the underdog in this fight. His father’s a bigshot with a whole team of lawyers and she’s got me.” She grinned, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach was getting stronger by the second. “Caleb is a good kid. He’s so protective of his mother it almost hurts. If his father gets Caleb alone, Caleb will do his level best to kill the guy.”
I gave her a hard look for long moments, replaying her words to make sure I’d heard her correctly. The weight of everything she was saying hitting me like a wrecking ball to the fucking head. This woman had chosen me for more than one reason. “You fuckin’ bitch,” I bit out. “Only reason I don’t kill you right here is because it’s not worth goin’ back to prison.”
“Good!” Bitch Thompson, as I would now refer to her, said with wide eyed enthusiasm. “You don’t want to go back to prison. That’s great! But the only way you stay out of prison is by doing your community service, big guy, and this is it.”
“Why. Why me. There’s got to be hundreds of other people you could use for this.”
“You don’t even know what I want you to do yet.”
“Got a pretty fuckin’ good idea. Is this supposed to make me feel better about what happened and about what I did?”
Instantly, Lana Thompson was in my face. This was the side of her everyone in the courtroom feared seeing. She’d used the same expression and tone of voice at my parole hearing as she was using now. Only this time, she grabbed a hold of my ear and yanked, twisting my earlobe painfully. Sure, I could have made her stop. I could have seriously hurt her. But I didn’t hit women. Not for any reason.
“No. It’s not supposed to make you feel better. It’s supposed to keep that young man out of fucking prison. Now. What are you going to do about this situation, hum?” Lana’s voice was silky smooth as she purred in a supremely satisfied voice.
“The fuck kind of question is that? Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
“Can’t you get out of a simple ear hold from a woman half your size?”
“Lana, what the fuck’s your problem? I could fuckin’ break you in half and you fuckin’ know it!” I felt like I was the butt of some joke I didn’t get.
“Exactly!” I thought she might let me go, but she didn’t. Instead, she twisted harder and I had to lean down to keep her from taking my fucking ear off. “You’ll stand there and let me hurt you rather than take a chance on hurting me.” Yep. Definitely the butt of the joke.
“What the fuck do you want me to do?” I snarled my question at her. “I ain’t gonna hit you. I don’t hit women. Or kids. Now, let go of my fuckin’ ear!”
To my surprise, she let me go and stepped back, grinning from ear to ear. “Which was my whole point.” She called out to whoever was in the car. “You see? Come on out.”
I rubbed my ear, trying to get blood moving again as well as ease the ache. As I was working up to a scathing remark to Lana, the doors to the car opened and a boy of about eleven or twelve got out of the back while a short, slender woman emerged from the front. She wasn’t much taller than the boy and it was a toss up as to who weighed more.
My heart thumped painfully in my chest and I froze. She had short, shaggy curls in a riot of orange around her head and skin as creamy as milk. Her eyes were the palest blue I’d ever seen and almost too big for her face. But what had me wanting to howl in rage, what had me ready to murder some motherfucking son of a bitch, was the bruise across her cheek, the finger-mark bruises on her bare arms, and the cut on her lower lip that stood out like an accusation.
I swallowed as I stood to my full height, still rubbing my ear absently. The kid moved in front of his mother, but stood his ground.
“See, Violet? This isn’t a man who’s going to hurt you.”
“What do you need?” My gaze bore straight into Violet’s, trying to pull the information I wanted out of her head so I could go kill someone. Deja vu but I didn’t care. I’d charge hell with a water pistol and damned the consequences if this woman said to.
🔥 Who is Riot?
Quinn “Riot” Devereaux is more than just muscle. He’s the last resort. The man the court assigns when the danger is too real, and the stakes are too high. A former convict, loyal only to his MC and his code, Riot isn’t supposed to get involved.
But from the moment he sees Violet’s haunted eyes and her fierce, suspicious son, he’s done for.
He was sent to protect her. Now he’ll kill to keep her.
What Makes This Story Hit So Hard?
💔 Domestic abuse survivor heroine who reclaims her voice
🛡️ Protective alpha hero with a dark past and a deeper heart
🧨 Explosive slow-burn romance wrapped in danger and redemption
🏍️ Motorcycle club grit meets emotional vulnerability
👦 Single mom strength — her son is everything, and she’ll fight for him
💣 A reminder that sometimes, love is war… and worth every scar
⚠️ Trigger Warning:
This story contains depictions of domestic abuse and may be difficult for some readers. Please read with care.
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