Don't Break Me: An MC Romance: Satan's Wings MC, #3

By Naomi West

Don't Break Me is book 3 and the finale of the Satan's Wings MC trilogy!

SHE'S NAKED, WET, AND BROKEN – BUT MOST OF ALL, SHE'S MINE.

Second chance? F**k that.
I only need one moment alone to get Daria begging for my c*ck.
I'm gonna f*ck her full of my seed until she realizes the truth:
I'm not the kid she used to know anymore--I'm a motherf*cking man.

She's trying to put the pieces of her life back together.
I'm trying to hunt down my father's killers.
It wasn't the right time or place to do what I did…
But do I look like the kind of guy who gives a sh*t?

Let me answer that for you: no, I'm not.
I couldn't care less what Daria wants.
Because what I want is this:

Her legs spread wide.
Her mouth held open.
And not a stitch of clothing anywhere in sight.

I'm gonna tease her until she breaks.
Then I'm going to pick up the pieces and f*ck her 'til she sees stars.

Inconvenient?
Maybe.
Crossing a line?
Most definitely.

But will it be worth it when I finally f*ck the girl next door?
You better believe it will be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Jul 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386667865

Naomi West

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DON’T BREAK ME: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Wings MC Book 3)

By Naomi West

SHE’S NAKED, WET, AND BROKEN – BUT MOST OF ALL, SHE’S MINE.

SECOND CHANCE? F**K that.

I only need one moment alone to get Daria begging for my c*ck.

I’m gonna f*ck her full of my seed until she realizes the truth:

I’m not the kid she used to know anymore—I’m a motherf*cking man.

She’s trying to put the pieces of her life back together.

I’m trying to hunt down my father’s killers.

It wasn’t the right time or place to do what I did...

But do I look like the kind of guy who gives a sh*t?

Let me answer that for you: no, I’m not.

I couldn’t care less what Daria wants.

Because what I want is this:

Her legs spread wide.

Her mouth held open.

And not a stitch of clothing anywhere in sight.

I’m gonna tease her until she breaks.

Then I’m going to pick up the pieces and f*ck her ‘til she sees stars.

Inconvenient?

Maybe.

Crossing a line?

Most definitely.

But will it be worth it when I finally f*ck the girl next door?

You better believe it will be.

Chapter 1

Rocky

The low rumble of my motorbike engine as I started it up was like music to my ears. It felt like I’d never been this calm and focused in my entire life. After weeks of endless stakeouts and late night torture, it was finally time. Months of preparing for this moment and it was here. Jason Steele was going to die tonight and I was going to be there to watch it happen.

Garcia had contacted me the day before to tell me he’d set up a meeting with Jason Steele tonight and was going to carry out the hit. It was going to be simple enough; we were going to carry out the hit under the guise of a drug deal. Steele wouldn’t expect a thing, especially not from Garcia. Steele would probably bring a few men with him, just as a precaution, but I wouldn’t dwell on those too much. It didn’t concern me who got hurt tonight. As far as I was concerned, they were all responsible.

That wouldn’t necessarily mean I’d go out of my way to kill them but if it was a ‘them or me’ situation then I wouldn’t hesitate.

Cameron had wanted to be there as well. He’d initially told Garcia he was coming too which shocked me considering how he didn’t seem to want to be involved before. As far as I was concerned, my uncle wanted the results but didn’t need to be there for the method. So, it came as a surprise when Cameron had spoken about how he wanted to actually be there when justice was served.

Garcia stepped in though, changing Cameron’s mind with some hard-to-argue-with logic. My uncle was entirely too recognizable to take part in a pseudo drug deal. We’d be busted before we could open our mouths and that would truly be a disaster. So, Cameron was staying behind like I’d originally imagined and I supposed he would just have to be content with the knowledge that Steele would no longer be on this earth.

It was strange to think that in a few hours it would all be over. I didn’t really know what to feel. I’d been waiting for this day for so long but now that it was here, I didn’t know whether I should be excited or grateful or relieved or angry. I supposed it would become clearer tonight when I’d finally gotten my vengeance but until then I would be a mixed pot.

Don’t think too much about it, was the advice Cameron had given me. Keep your eye on the prize and think about your dad. Think about the shock that must have been written all over his face when he was shot.

That was a pep talk if there ever was one.

Steele needs to die. Go make your father proud, he finished.

It was his final words that made things a little complicated. Maybe you could say that I didn’t know my dad as well as Cameron knew his brother, but the words were still swirling in my head as I drove up to the Garcia’s warehouse to meet him.

Daria had made things a little more complicated too. I couldn’t help but feel guilty whenever I thought about her. She knew what she was getting herself into, though, and it was far too late to change anything now, even if I wanted to.

I finally arrived at Garcia’s warehouse and parked my bike outside, trying to keep myself as calm as I could before I entered the building. It would do me no good to get worked up and lose my cool, especially today. I knew if Cameron were here, he would tell me the exact same thing.

Breathe, relax, keep your temper in check, I muttered to myself before throwing open the doors to the building.

Garcia, I greeted. He was several feet away talking to the other men he’d be bringing along. There were two of them, and plus Garcia and I made four of us. That would be enough for the hit, especially since one of Garcia’s men would count as about three.

Baby Weston, he called back at me and spread his hands out in greeting. I let the insult roll over my shoulders. It doesn’t matter, I reminded myself. Eye on the prize.

I was introduced to his other two men, Lucien and Pedro, both of them greeting me as ‘Weston.’ I appreciated that they didn’t attempt to call me by the same name as their boss or we would’ve had serious problems.

Both men turned from me and to the table that was stacked with guns of all sizes. It was some serious firepower. Were we invading a country or taking care of one guy? I didn’t bother to ask as they began arming themselves to the teeth.

One of them, possibly Lucien, gestured at the pile.

Reviews for Don't Break Me

[Kathleen Tenicela · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The description and the picture of the cover is misleading. The book overall was alright, the ending went fast.

[Stephanie Chase · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Naomi did it again, she made me cry and I couldn't stop until the end. Grab your Kleenex readers!