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Manacle (MC Sinners Next Generation, #3)
Author: Bella Jewel


As always, my heartfelt thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.

A huge thanks to Kylie from Give Me Books for organizing my reveals and blitzes. You do such an amazing job. No matter how many times I use you, I am always blown away by how efficient you are. Nothing is ever a drama. Thank you for giving me so much support.

A massive thanks to Louisa from LM Creations for this STUNNING cover. I love how effortlessly we work together, and somehow always come up with something this incredible.

To Lauren, my epic editor. You are the best thing since sliced bread, no lie. You seriously are the best person EVER to work with. You are quick and your notes always make me laugh. No one else could ever keep up with my writing pace, but you always nail it.

A big, heartfelt thanks to Rose from Read By Rose for this amazing proofread. You came in at the last moment and helped me in incredible ways. You’re truly epic and I can’t wait to work with you again.

And of course, to my admin, MJ, for ALWAYS keeping my page running beautifully. I couldn’t do it without you, girly. I love your teasers and your passion; thank you for taking the time out of your life to help this poor girl keep everything running.

And, last but certainly not least, to my loyal readers. To each and every one of you that picks up my books and give me a chance. To the reviews you write, good or bad. To the time you take to make me a better person. You make this real for me; never stop giving such love and passion. You make our journey so amazing.




Some people believe there is only one love in life. Others believe you can find multiple people to fall for and be truly happy. Some believe in love at first sight, and others think that’s a load of crap. I’m somewhere in between. I believe we all have three loves.

There’s your first love, which could be a high school sweetheart or a causal relationship that turns into something more. This type of love never usually lasts longer than a year. It’s what I like to call puppy love. It’s what opens our eyes to the possibilities of the future relationships we may have. It’s what gives us something to reach for.

The second love is the person who has the ability to take a good portion of your heart and often, they do, but you quickly realize that the love you feel for them is affection mixed with protection and passion, but it isn’t the love you’ve dreamed about—it isn’t the one. These people have the ability to cause heartbreak; they are special. They’ll remain with you even after they’re gone. Sometimes this love is the only love a person will find—and they’ll be completely okay with it.

The third love is the one we all dream about. It’s the one you witness in movies. It’s the picture of a married couple, two people who have been together for sixty years. It’s the moment you find your soul mate, the person you click with and you know, you just know, that person is for you. It doesn’t matter how many relationships and loves have come before them—they have the ability to erase it all with one simple smile. Some of us are lucky enough to find this love right off the bat.

I’m one of those people.

I found my soul mate the day I was born, when he came in and held my tiny hand. I found him when he had my back through school. I found him when he took me to prom and fought off the other guys. I found him when he held me as I cried. I found him when he took my virginity. I found him after every fight. I found him in every corner of every place in my life, invading me, becoming part of me.

I found Danny and I wanted to keep him.

I really did.

But life got in the way, and that’s the thing about life.

It’s a god damned bitch.





My feet pad softly down the hall towards the sound of the devastated sobbing. I reach out, curling my fingers around the wall and peering around. Ava is sitting on the sofa, her feet tucked up beneath her, body trembling. I swallow thickly and focus on the people with her. Jackson, my Granddaddy, but her father - and her Mom, Serenity.

They haven’t told me much about how she’s doing since she was taken by an enemy of the club a few months ago, but she’s acting like she’s okay. I know what happened to her, I know she endured something awful, but she has Lucas now and she seems to be coming forward. She seems bubbly and happy most days. So why does she look like she’d rather be in a cold grave than living right now?

“It’s going to be okay,” Granddad says, rubbing her back. “You know we’re here for you, baby. We’re not goin’ to let anything happen to you again.”

“Your daddy is right, honey. It’s going to be okay,” Serenity adds, giving Granddad a worried look.

“It’s not going to be okay,” Ava sobs, clutching her middle. “It’s not. I can’t sleep without nightmares. I barely breathe each day. Some days...some days I’d rather be dead than live like this. If it wasn’t for Lucas, I’d probably have found a way to end it because that seems so much easier than suffering with the pain.”

My heart pounds at her words. Not Ava. She always seems okay. So strong. How did we miss her suffering?

“Don’t say things like that,” Granddad growls. “Never...”

“It’s the truth,” Ava screams. “It’s the damned truth. I wish it had never happened. I wish I wasn’t...”

Her voice trails off and she looks away, panting with rage.

“Wish what?” Granddad whispers.

“I wish I was never part of this club. I wish I were just a normal girl. I wish I was never born into this dangerous, cruel world. If it weren’t for this club, I wouldn’t feel like this. I wouldn’t be suffering. It’s dangerous, and deadly, and I am so glad I have stepped away from it. I’d never even dream of raising a child in this life. I’d never let them see the horrors I witnessed. Anyone in their right mind would step away.”

Granddad looks like he’s been slapped. Serenity gasps.

“Ava, fuck...” he croaks. Then he stands and disappears out of the room, shoulders slumped, big body hurting. Poor Granddad. I can’t imagine how hard this has been for him, as President of the club. He still holds the blame for what happened to Ava.

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