Captive: An MC Romance: Satan's Chaos MC, #2

By Nicole Fox

Captive is book 2 of the Satan's Chaos MC trilogy. Book 3, Bound, is available everywhere now!

I'LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.

I was running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.
Crazy girl burning her ex's car? Check.
Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.
The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.
But she's too damn perfect for me to stay away.

I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.
So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.
After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.

Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I'm used to.
But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.
And she's falling off her high horse…
Right into my tattooed arms.

I'll let her keep thinking she's the one running the show.
She doesn't know that she's falling for me.
That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.

I want one thing: a baby.
And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.
Not her ex.
Not her mother.
Not even Francesca herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Jul 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386603061

Nicole Fox

Nicole Fox writes smart, sexy mafia romance novels. She is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. Sign up for her mailing list at http://bit.ly/NicoleFoxMailingList. 

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CAPTIVE: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan's Chaos MC Book 2)

By Nicole Fox

I’LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.

I was running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.

Crazy girl burning her ex’s car? Check.

Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.

The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.

But she’s too damn perfect for me to stay away.

I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.

So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.

After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.

Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I’m used to.

But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.

And she’s falling off her high horse...

Right into my tattooed arms.

I’ll let her keep thinking she’s the one running the show.

She doesn’t know that she’s falling for me.

That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.

I want one thing: a baby.

And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.

Not her ex.

Not her mother.

Not even Francesca herself.

Chapter 1

Logan

W hat the hell is this for again? Logan frowned down at the assorted collection of silverware around his plate. It looked like someone dumped a silverware drawer in front of him and tried to make some sort of nouveau art project with it. One person didn’t need this many plates, spoons, or forks. One of each was plenty.

Nikki laughed at his confusion. Sit up straight and don’t say ‘hell,’ she said with mock seriousness. "Now, for the fifteenth time, that’s a salad fork. It’s for the salad."

Logan just stared at her, unable to comprehend why the salad needed its own fork. Why are we doing this again?

Nikki flipped her long, black hair from her eyes. It fell in massive, voluminous waves from the crown of her head well past her shoulders. Logan had never seen such a full head of hair on anyone, and he wondered how she ever got a brush through it. The edges of her hair glowed with streaks of random colors, like she’d tumbled into a rainbow. Her eyes with the same, glowing green as Francesca’s, but Nikki’s were obviously contacts. Her skin was the deep brown of someone who owed their heritage to somewhere in Central America. She even had a touch of the accent.

Nikki was wearing something designer that looked like it is cost more than Logan’s bike did. She looked perfectly at home in this upscale restaurant. Both she and Francesca looked completely relaxed.

He felt as out of place in this crystal-and-china-infested cafe as a badger in a ballroom. It didn’t matter that they’d dressed him up again in a suit that was worth more than his entire life back home, he still felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. It was unbearable.

But Francesca needed him to do this so he could go to the Gala with her. It was incredibly important to her, so he made an effort to find it important, too. But all these rules seemed intricate and difficult for the sake of being intricate and difficult. None of the rules seemed to have a purpose other than to make Logan as confused and angry as possible.

Whoever came up with this system obviously never had to wash dishes, Logan grumbled, waiting for the waiter to bring what the girls had called the Next Course. It sounded incredibly ominous to him.

Both Nikki and Francesca broke down in a fit of giggles, their eyes pricked with tears and glittering with laughter. Francesca looked like an angel when she smiled, a goddess when she laughed, but Logan wasn’t sure he liked her laughing at his expense.

It’s simple; for each course they bring out, use the utensil that is furthest from your plate and work your way in. If you’re not sure what to use, watch the people on either side of you. They’ll know which fork or spoon to use.

Nikki nodded. I think the hardest part is knowing whether to use a spoon or a fork for what food, she said her eyes trained on her phone’s screen. Never in his life had he ever seen adults so involved in their phones. Well, I guess that’s because most of the people I know can’t afford smartphones. Like, the soup is easy, but there are some other things that you could eat either with easily. Just watch the people around you; it’ll be fine.

This is ridiculous. He pulled at the too-tight neck of his dress shirt. Glancing down at his plate, Logan studied the tiny serving of something completely unrecognizable as food.

If you think this is crazy, wait ‘til you see the Gala, Francesca said. She looked happy here, all of the tension melting out of her shoulders the longer she sat here. And Logan didn’t think it had anything to do with the service or the food.

Francesca needed Nikki in her life. There was a part of Francesca that never completely relaxed until her best friend was around. Nikki seemed to remind her of everything that was important that wasn’t work, the TV show, or her too-demanding mother.

Why? he asked cautiously. What is the Gala like? Not sure he wanted to know the answer, Logan braced himself for the answer.

Crystal glasses, outfits worth a million dollars, and some of the richest snobs in the world, Nikki said, snorting delicately.

Unimaginable wealth and power, a ballroom-style dance floor made of marble, and crystal chandeliers, Francesca added, seeming to get a rise out of Logan’s obvious discomfort.

Nikki lifted one, gold-tipped hand off of the table, stretching it above her as far as she could. The ceilings are like miles away from you, and the windows are so tall, you feel like an ant in front of them.

Francesca nodded, the smile fading from her face. It’s supposed to be for charity, but most people spend ten times their donation money on their clothes and shoes. Sighing, she stared at the floor. Logan could feel that stupid, protective feeling rising up in him, wanting to shield her from all of the things that made her unhappy.

But in all honesty, he was the one in need of reassurance.

Spending the last few days with Nikki and Francesca, going to every fancy restaurant within a fifty-mile radius, made him miss his people back home with a sharpness he didn’t expect.

Although he didn’t miss Zook, his backstabbing friend from the Club, he did miss many of the others. Those who had stood by him for so long. He wondered if any of them had figured out what had happened, or if they had just assumed Zook’s story