Claimed

By Alina Valentine

Getting a guy to back off has never been Sadie's problem. A taste of her personality usually has them running for the hills. That is until a crazy biker won't take no for an answer. When the biker threatens her best friend's life, she decides it's time to get rid of him.
Before she can get rid of biker number one, another biker from her past shows up and proves to be more dangerous to her than the homicidal one.
Warning, this book contains an extremely determined alpha male, a slightly crazy heroine, and a completely crazy villain.
*Not an MC book*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alina Valentine
• Release date: Jul 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311056917

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Claimed

Alina Valentine

Copyright © 2015 by Alina Valentine. All rights reserved.

Acknowledgments

A special thanks to Neville Smith, Gretchen Hodges, Tiffany Shearer, and Ashley Caldwell!

Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

EPILOGUE

Chapter One

You stupid bitch! You fucking ruined my face right before I have to fucking go on stage! the pissed stripper screams in an almost demonic voice.

Sadie sighs. Her workplace might not be the classiest. Fine. It's downright trashy. But she has yet to meet another person that manages to add at least one F-bomb in every sentence.

To be fair, the dressing room of Climax is usually a place of peace and harmony. Friendly strippers rubbing glitter on each other, sharing stories, taking selfies, what you would expect from twenty-something-year-old women. The dark cloud that hangs over Climax goes by the name of Ashley, has blonde hair, and a girl next door face that lulls you into thinking she isn't completely nuts.

She loves to start scuffles for petty stuff. Most of her coworkers are well acquainted with her tiny claws. Sadie is convinced that had the other strippers have banded together to form a support group. Sadie mostly ignores her. Though, with her attitude, it's sometimes impossible.

Like today, she came in earlier in one of her moods and now is on a huge rampage throwing stuff around. Does having the biggest implants in all of Dallas give her the right to be such a bitch?

You are DEAD! Ashley screams.

Okay, so maybe Sadie did make her look like a very homely drag queen, and now she looks ready to go trick-or-treating, but a person can only take so much verbal abuse before they have to do something!

She should be thankful; Sadie had contained herself from drawing a black mustache with waterproof liner. Given this little tantrum, she might as well have drawn the mustache and snapped a picture to share with Sydney.

I look like a fucking MAN! she growls and advances angrily on Sadie.

You said you wanted a dramatic look? Sadie tries lamely.

Ashley lets a scream of frustration and rushes Sadie with a fierce expression on her face, which looks extremely ridiculous since she is wearing a bunny costume. Sadie has never gotten the whole 'bunnies are sexy' idea.

Sadie steps away from her path and grabbing her arm, uses her own momentum to flip her over on to her back. Add aerodynamic to the short list of Ashley's talents.

The air gets knocked out of Ashley in a great whoosh. For once, she is silent and stunned, staring blankly up at Sadie.

Great, the only time she stands up to Ashley and she causes brain damage.

Don't ever try that again, or you'll be getting a free nose job. Got it? Sadie says calmly.

Ashley nods. She stands up and rushes out the door without looking back.

For once Ashley made a smart choice.

Sadie takes advantage of the blissfully empty dressing room to catch her breath and pack her makeup into her cases. Ashley had thrown around and destroyed a good part of her palettes. She throws them out but leaves the rest of the clean up to someone else.

The black door slams open and in comes Zack, her boss.

Sadist, you didn't say you'd be working today! he says.

Zack looks pissed and honestly a little bit crazy, which for him is the norm.

She doesn't miss his use of the stupid pet name he gave her and it still pisses her off. The asshole started calling her that after he tried to corner her in the dressing room his first day on the job. Without preamble, he'd started groping her. He was obviously confident that he wouldn't get slapped with a sexual harassment suit. Well, he did get a bloody nose.

Zack and Sadie aren't a couple, or even friends, but she can't seem to convince him of that. Oh, he's handsome, with moss green eyes, a killer bone structure, and a sensual lower lip. But for all his good looks, Sadie wants nothing to do with him. Call her crazy, but between the multiple personalities and bipolar disorder, she has a hard time finding him attractive. Then he topped it all off by being a biker. Zack is the main reason she now sleeps with her pink 9mm under her pillow. In romance novels, a crazy obsessive biker might be considered cute. Not so much in real life.

Six months ago, Rampage MC foreclosed Club Climax from the previous owner to settle a debt. Zack was assigned as administrator. The first thing he'd done was single Sadie out. Then, for the following months, he'd tormented, followed, and taunted her.

Sadie had done an extensive search on stalking. Once someone fixates on you, you're screwed.

Zack. I am not your freaking kid! I don't have to tell you shit, she says.

I've given you space and I'm fucking tired of it! he screams right into her face.

She almost bursts out laughing at that. He follows her around all day!

You will start doing what I tell you to do! he screams.

He really has no respect for personal space. As much as she wants to kick him for intimidating her, she doesn't. All the painful self-defense classes couldn't possibly help her against Zack. Kicking his ass would only make him come back angrier.

No, leave me alone. Stalking me isn't my idea of a fucking courtship! Sadie says.

Leave you alone? he asks with a laugh, "You're my property bitch, and you'd better start

learning your place."

He really is nuts.

We aren't dating. Maybe if you weren't fucking crazy we could be friends, she says.

Don't call me crazy Sadist, or I'll show you crazy, he spits out.

Be reasonable Zack. Some of the girls at the club want to date you. Take one of them out and leave me alone, she says.

She is a horrible person, but she wants him to transfer all those crazy stalker feelings to someone else. Ashley! They are perfectly crazy enough for each other. Hell, she'd help pay for that wedding!

Ashley really likes you, she offers.

Ashley is an easy lay, but I want you as my girlfriend, Zack says.

Yeah, as much as Zack adores her to death, he also fucks anyone who will stand still long enough. The man is a whore.

If Ashley sleeps around, she's a slut? If you sleep around, you're a stud? That is not okay. Why is she defending Ashley?

Stop. I don't think you understand Sadie. You were mine the moment I saw you, he seems annoyed.

What? Is it her fault for not falling in line with his plans for her?

Calm down, Zack, she doesn't want another fight.

She tries to soften her glare, and it works. The crazy bastard even hugs