Bound to the Outlaw: Screaming Eagles MC, #3

By Kara Parker

Bound to the Outlaw is book 3 and the finale of the Screaming Eagles MC trilogy!

I hate him

Even in handcuffs, he’s still thinking with the head between his legs. I can tell from the way he’s staring at me—like a shark that’s caught the scent of blood. 

Like he already owns me.

One look at his rock-hard body and I can feel my resolve unraveling. One cocky grin and everything else is wiped from my mind.

Everything but his rough hands.

His fiery kiss.

And a voice from deep inside of me, screaming for more.

All I have to do is un-cuff him, and he’ll do the rest.

I don’t just bed women, I corrupt them

Scorching hot sex isn’t enough for me. I don’t just want their bodies, I want their souls. The more incorruptible she seems, the hotter the challenge.

And Officer Grace Santiago seemed the most incorruptible of them all.

She thinks she’s the one in control here.

But I’m going to show her that it’s not about what she wants.

It’s about what I want. 

To own her.
To tame her. 
To make her beg and plead.

She just needs to undo my handcuffs.

I’ll take care of the rest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386771463

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BOUND TO THE OUTLAW: Screaming Eagles MC (Book 3)

By Kara Parker

I HATE HIM.

Even in handcuffs, he’s still thinking with the head between his legs. I can tell from the way he’s staring at me—like a shark that’s caught the scent of blood.

Like he already owns me.

One look at his rock-hard body and I can feel my resolve unraveling. One cocky grin and everything else is wiped from my mind.

Everything but his rough hands.

His fiery kiss.

And a voice from deep inside of me, screaming for more.

All I have to do is un-cuff him, and he’ll do the rest.

I don’t just bed women, I corrupt them.

Scorching hot sex isn’t enough for me. I don’t just want their bodies, I want their souls. The more incorruptible she seems, the hotter the challenge.

And Officer Grace Santiago seemed the most incorruptible of them all.

She thinks she’s the one in control here.

But I’m going to show her that it’s not about what she wants.

It’s about what I want.

To own her.

To tame her.

To make her beg and plead.

She just needs to undo my handcuffs.

I’ll take care of the rest.

Chapter 1

Falcon pressed his bruised face against the bars of his cell, straining to see what was going on. He could still hear the rustling of an uncountable number of feathers and the sound of running feet, but there was another loud noise. It was a loud banging. Bang! Bang! Someone was hitting something, something close to him, but he couldn’t figure out what.

Then there was one final bang and the sound of footsteps pounding down a flight of stairs. For one moment, for the briefest of moments, he thought she was an angel. She came flying down the stairs with her gun out as she raced past the empty cells all the way to Falcon who was in the very last one.

Oh my God, Falcon, Grace said. She was staring at him through the bars and her eyes were wide with fear. What did they do to you? She reached through the bars and took his bruised hands in her own. Her skin was so soft and smooth and the sight of her in front of him was almost too beautiful to describe.

Are you really here? Falcon asked, his words slurring together as he tried to talk around his swollen lip and his broken nose.

I’m here. We’re gonna get you out, Grace said, still holding his hands. This is my partner, Mike. He’s gonna pick the lock.

Falcon looked down as Grace’s partner quickly opened a lock picking case and got to work on the lock. He was a shorter, stocky guy who barely glanced at Falcon as he got to work.

Do you hear all of those birds? Falcon whispered. I can hear birds...

Yeah, Grace said with a crooked smile. So, uh I was having trouble getting you, so we tried something crazy.

Crazy doesn't begin to describe it, Mike said as he continued to work.

What did you do? Falcon asked. Part of him couldn’t quite believe she was really there. Maybe she was just another figment of his imagination, another hallucination he couldn’t control.

We released about two hundred and fifty pigeons into the clubhouse, Grace said. Everyone’s distracted and they can’t tell if it’s a prank or an attack, but it doesn’t matter. We don’t have a lot of time and we need to get you out of here before someone figures out what’s up.

Then the lock clicked and the door swung open. For a moment Falcon couldn’t believe it. He had been staring at those bars for what felt like years. In his mind they were sunk all the way down to the core of the earth and were as immovable as mountains. The fact that they had opened was impossible. He would have sworn they couldn’t move at all, but they had been opened and all he needed to do was walk out.

Come on, Grace said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door.

No, Falcon said, pulling his arm away from her and backing farther into the cell.

Grace, we gotta go. You said he was going to be cool, Mike said his head turning towards the wide-open door. We don’t have a ton of time here.

Where were you? Falcon slurred. How long have I been down here?

Four days, Grace said. Falcon, you have to believe me when I tell you I tried to get to you, but I had to be careful. I didn’t know what happened or where you were. All I’ve been doing these last four days is trying to find you. Please, you have to believe me.

Falcon fell against the back wall, barely able to keep standing. Grace was here; she was here rescuing him. How many times in the last four days had he hoped for and imagined this? But she wasn’t his savior; she was the reason he was in here.

Think about Sophie, Falcon, Grace said, she walked into the cell and took his hands gently guiding him towards the door of the cell.

Did they hurt her? Falcon asked.

No, she’s fine. We’ve been watching her. But I’m sure she misses you. Don’t you want to see her? She was pulling him out of the cell.

It felt wrong for him to walk out of the cell. He had convinced himself he was going to die in there and then to not die was confusing. But Grace was pulling him and he wanted to go with her and he thought about Sophie, about seeing her again, and he took that one step over the threshold and then he was out.

But he was still weak and exhausted and barely able to stand. Mike and Grace steadied him as best they could as they hurried up the stairs. The clubhouse was in chaos. There were birds everywhere. Pigeons lined the rafters above them and sat along the bar. The floor was covered in white bird droppings as people yelled and ran for cover while others tried to catch the wayward birds.

No one saw them. No one saw as Falcon, Grace, and Mike slipped out of the back door. There was a black SUV in the parking lot, but the Screaming Eagles had about ten black SUVs, so Grace’s didn’t stand out. Falcon was quickly ushered into the back seat and then Grace and Mike got in the front and they peeled out of the parking lot.

Holy shit! Mike said, pounding his fist against the dashboard. I cannot fucking believe that actually worked. Birds, Grace. Who would have thought that birds would work?

We’re not out of the woods yet, Grace said.

You still think bringing him back to yours is a good idea? Mike asked.

Falcon was lying down in