Iron: Ruin Outlaws MC, #3

By Amy Isan

The Final Ruin Outlaws MC Romance book -- BURN -- Out Now!

Logan's an outlaw. Now he's a killer. He took me to his place to lay low, then left before I woke up.

I just want to hide and try and forget what I saw him do. How he killed so ruthlessly, and for what? To protect me? I can't be that important to him, can I?

I should have walked away the day he pushed me up against my car at the scene of the accident, but I didn't. I let him take my wallet. Then, I let him come into my house. I let him take all of me. But I wanted him to.

He’s an animal, and he’s about to be backed into a corner. I just hope I’m still on his side when that happens.

An outlaw’s love will grow stronger than he ever thought possible…

Something about her eyes… draws me in. Drowns me.

A dead body, and now Cassie's in too deep to push away. I thought this was just going to be a little fling on the side, but now it's become much more. I never wanted her to see what I truly am. A monster capable of anything. I didn't know I still had that power in me, but when I saw that bastard standing over my woman, I only had one choice.

I need to talk to the club president. I need to talk to the brothers in my crew. I don't expect them to like what I have to say.

Approximately 22,000 words, or 80 pages.



From Amy Isan comes Book 3 in the Ruin Outlaws MC Series.

RUIN OUTLAWS MC series:
#1 Bomb
#2 Spark
#3 Iron
#4 Flame
​#5 Burn

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Isan
• Release date: Jun 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501407079

Amy Isan

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Book preview

CHAPTER 1 — LOGAN

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Shit. I can’t believe that fucking just went down. I brace my teeth hard against the biting wind and swerve between lanes, passing honking sedans and SUVs. Speeding will only get the attention of the cops, but I gotta get Cassie off this hog and into my house. She hasn’t spoken a word, damn near hasn’t twitched a muscle, since wrapping her arms around my waist. I really wish she didn’t have to see that, but what else could I have done? Rattlesnake was going to fuck everything up. Not only that, but... do something worse to her.

Fucking hell.

Logan, Cassie’s voice is like a whisper over the wind in my ear. I perk up and glance over my shoulder, still keeping a firm grip on the handlebars and I try and keep my eyes on the road, but it’s hard. Streetlights pass over us and create a strobe-like effect, but each time one passes over her face, it looks more and more pale.

Yeah?

Where are we going?

My place, I reply. It’ll be safe there.

Okay. Her voice is faint and it crushes my heart. I hate feeling like this.

. . .

I reach the east end where my apartment is located. I don’t see any tale-tell light beams that’d be attached to motorcycles lurking in the shadows, and as far as I know, no one knows what happened back at Cassie’s yet. Good. Maybe Rattlesnake was working alone?

I shut off the bike and hop off, before grabbing Cassie and picking her up. She’s light, and feeling her weight reminds me of when she caught me in her bedroom. Then when I pushed her against the wall and her breathy moans filled my ears. Her eyes are closed, and a pained expression is stretched across her face. What have I gotten her into?

Unlocking the door takes some finesse, with her in my arms, but I manage. I hurry to the couch and set her down. After making sure she isn’t going to tumble off, I race back out to the bike and grab the saddlebags. I scan the neighborhood one last time for any suspicious signs that I’m being watched, and hurry back inside. The sun peeks over the horizon, and it feels like the nights are getting shorter every day. Especially recently with all the bullshit going on.

She’s asleep, and I’m relieved beyond imagination. I quietly set the saddlebags down on the counter and pull a beer out of the fridge, being careful to not break the seal too loudly. I swallow the entire bottle as quickly as possible. I dump it in the trash and wipe my face. My stubble is getting longer.

I need Surge.

I watch Cassie’s sleeping face while I try to think of a way out of this mess.

I need his advice. I know the boys told me to keep him out of it, especially Tank, but I can’t abide by that.

I pull another beer out and swig it.

He’s the oldest, and I’m sure this kind of shit went down all the time without me knowing about it. It had to. Shit, if this is the first time he’s dealt with this, then I’m really fucked.

Then I’ll just have to worry about her. I can’t believe I’m even considering it, throwing my life on the line for this woman. A woman I barely know. Someone I can barely trust. Her chest moves gently and she rolls to face the back of the couch. My breath catches in my throat. A woman who literally takes my breath away.

Shit.

I drop the beer bottle in the trash can and it clinks against the last. She doesn’t move. I pull another blanket out of my closet and climb onto the floor. A weak couch cushion should do the trick. I steal it from the spare chair, and plant my head on it. Sleep won’t come easily.

But it will come eventually.

. . .

The afternoon heat wakes me in a sweat. I turn over on my side, confused why I’m on the floor, until I notice Cassie up on the couch. Right. I stand and let the blanket that was barely covering my skin crumple to the floor, and I get dressed. She’ll be fine here. If we were going to be jumped, it would have already happened.

I set the revolver that I hid in her duffel bag on the coffee table. She looks stressed, with pained lines creased on her forehead. I wish she didn’t see what I had to do to protect her.

With that lingering thought on my mind, I turn away and move toward the front window. I slide my finger between the slats to see if anyone is watching. The coast looks clear, nothing but a bunch of punks running around with a soccer ball. With one last wistful glance over my shoulder to Cassie, I wrench open my front door and head out to the curb, where my bike is parked.

The sunlight glints off the chrome as I throw my leg over the beast. The engine turns over without hesitation and I pull away from the sidewalk, twisting the throttle so hard I’m sure to leave a skid mark on the beaten and worn asphalt.

The sooner I see Surge, the faster I can get back to Cassie. Word that Rattlesnake is dead will spread like wildfire, and if I don’t do damage control, it’ll consume us until we’re nothing but ash and dust.

. . .

The parking lot at the hospital is packed, but I’ve always made my own space. After securing my bike, I dash into the lobby. I don’t even bother taking off my cut to hide my affiliation with the crew. The receptionist eyes me, with a strange look in her eye. Not a disgusted look, but a curious one. It’s almost funny, because two weeks ago, I might have coaxed her out of her scrubs and into a nearby empty room for a quick fuck, but right now, all I can think about is getting back to Cassie. I almost want to question what’s wrong with me, but I push the thought away.

When I approach, she looks a little threatened until I ask what room Surge is staying in. She reminds me, and I disappear down the hall. I don’t see anything but gleaming tile and the occasional nurse or doctor. The air is stale and tastes like dust. In Surge’s room, I find him sitting up and drinking a glass of water. I step inside and close the door to the hallway.

What the hell? he