Taken by the Biker Gang Book 3 - Ascension: Taken by the Biker Gang, #3

By Mona Bliss

My name's Robin Teller, and this is the final part of my story, of my transformation from shy virgin to Viper Doll...

After my initiation, I'm sore and bruised...but I've somehow never felt more alive. David tells me that there's just one more step for me to take before I can become a Viper Doll...his Viper Doll. 

Sophie calls me, and tells me to meet her at the mall. She's going to buy me a new outfit, and get me ready for my final test. Then it's time to meet David, and for him to put me through one last trial... 

Will I able to do it? Can I endure whatever he has planned for me? Will I finally be able to call myself his, forevermore?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashley Rhodes
• Release date: Feb 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524280741

Book preview

I was exhausted beyond comprehension when I slipped into bed that night. I’d been through an overwhelming array of emotions and events, and my mind was heavily laden with the stress of anticipation. After all I had gone through, what if I didn’t make it?

David had captured me. I felt him within every part of me at every moment of every day. While part of me was terrified of what might be in store, the larger portion of me was afraid I would fail and David would send me away.

The turmoil within was still raging as I fell asleep, and my dreams were filled with red lights, dark shadows, and a constant, nagging anxiety.

The next morning, the anxiety was still fresh. I had to admit that I had enjoyed everything that had happened to me thus far, and it was much better than the vapid existence I’d led working at Trojans Bar and Grill. It wasn’t what was happening to me that had be so anxious, it was the uncertainty. What was in store for me? What if David decided I wasn’t good enough?

With no way to know what was expected of me that day, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Well, well, well, look who’s decided to grace us with her presence before noon, my mother chided me. Are you feeling alright?

I said nothing, simply shooting her a glance that let her know I was in no mood for her crap. Surprisingly, she backed off. She poured me a glass of orange juice, which I downed quickly before pulling a slice of toast and some bacon onto my plate.

My parents were discussing vacation plans, but I was in no mood to converse. I still had the unbearable weight of my initiation on my mind.

After dinner, I washed my plate and put it into the dishwasher before heading back upstairs. My phone was vibrating, and I plucked it off my nightstand.

Hello? I answered.

Where have you been?

Sophie’s voice was higher pitched than normal, and I could hear the strain of annoyance in it.

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