The Biker's Sins: Bloody Saints MC, #3

By APRIL LUST

The Biker's Sins is book 3 and the finale of the Bloody Saints MC trilogy!

THE RING ON HER FINGER MEANS SHE'S MINE – AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH HER.

Messing with her is messing with me.
And no man survives a mistake like that.
Lay a finger on her and I'll break it in half.
That's a motherf**king promise.

She tried to put me in my place.
So I put her in hers:
Bent over my bed with her dress hiked up and her hair pinned back.

I make her say the truth out loud:
She belongs to me now.

And by the time I'm done, she knows it, too.

But hearing it isn't enough.
Only seeing is truly believing.
So by the time all this is over, I'm gonna claim her in the purest way I know how:
With my ring on her finger.

The thing is, that depends on keeping us both alive.
I've got enemies, and they'll do whatever they can to hurt me.
Even if it's by hurting her.

She'll have to get used to living on the edge.
That's what comes with being a biker's bride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386551935

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THE BIKER’S SINS: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bloody Saints MC Book 3)

By April Lust

THE RING ON HER FINGER MEANS SHE’S MINE – AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH HER.

MESSING WITH HER IS messing with me.

And no man survives a mistake like that.

Lay a finger on her and I’ll break it in half.

That’s a motherf**king promise.

She tried to put me in my place.

So I put her in hers:

Bent over my bed with her dress hiked up and her hair pinned back.

I make her say the truth out loud:

She belongs to me now.

And by the time I’m done, she knows it, too.

But hearing it isn’t enough.

Only seeing is truly believing.

So by the time all this is over, I’m gonna claim her in the purest way I know how:

With my ring on her finger.

The thing is, that depends on keeping us both alive.

I’ve got enemies, and they’ll do whatever they can to hurt me.

Even if it’s by hurting her.

She’ll have to get used to living on the edge.

That’s what comes with being a biker’s bride.

Chapter One

Victoria

The drive was long and, for the most part, silent. There just wasn’t that much to talk about. And of the things Victoria did want to talk to him about, she wasn’t sure that now was a good time to be asking about them. So for the most part, they just sat in the car in silence for the hour and something minutes it took for them to get to the city.

Not that it took very long. Darren sped the whole way. If a police officer decided to pull them over for going over the speed limit, they’d probably find the body in the back of the car, too, and then they’d both be royally fucked.

But that didn’t happen, and Victoria could breathe easy. A little bit. Her chest felt tight, and like she was trying to force something to stay inside of her even though it was doing everything in its power to burst out. For the most part, Darren looked calm and collected – except for the fact that he was barely breathing at all, and he was holding his face a little too tightly for it to be natural. So neither of them were in the best state of mind, fine, but –

Did you just run that red light? Victoria couldn’t believe he’d done that. She thought the general belief Darren held was that you should never break more than one law at a time, and she called him out on it.

Yeah. He sounded like his mind was on something else.

Maybe don’t do that, she said. She was getting pissed off with how careless he was being, and the fact that this was making her angry wasn’t helping her ignore the part of her that was scared.

He didn’t apologize, but he did slow down, and she started to breathe a little better than she had been previously. But only a little. She could tell by the streets they were going down that he was deliberately avoiding the part of the city she lived in – or rather, that she used to live in – and the spot where she worked. Which sucked, because the both of those would be a good place to drop off a body.

The car started slowing down even more before they came to a stop. Victoria looked out of the window and saw that there was nearly no one around where they were, though, so that wasn’t as much of an issue as it might’ve been. But still.

Aren’t you worried someone’s going to see us?

No, he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting ready to hop out of the car. Get out, follow me, and be quiet.

And you say that like you weren’t the one who was freaked out earlier, she muttered.

She didn’t think he heard her. He didn’t say anything and his back was to her, so she couldn’t tell. But there was a small smirk playing on the edge of his lips, even though she couldn’t see anything from where she sat. One quick unbuckle later, she was opening the door and dragging her legs out of her seat.

And then to the trunk, where they had to struggle with lifting the body and then finding a way to close the door after. That was simple enough, and they continued on their way. This time, though, Darren was the one leading, with Victoria having to walk backwards. She had to resist the urge to look behind her, but she couldn’t.

Just trust me, Darren said, noticing that she kept stopping herself from turning her head. I’ve got this. Move to your left.

She did, and noticed that she’d narrowly avoided side-swiping the wall of a building next to her. There was another wall coming up on her opposite side, and the alley they were going through was narrow – even for her. She kept up her pace, slow as it was, but she stopped when she misjudged a step. Her foot caught on a loose stone and she accidentally moved the weight in her hands, sending the guy smacking into one of the walls.

Don’t do that, Darren hissed.

It was an accident, she hissed back.

They kept going. There was only so much space they need to get through, anyway, and they finally got there. The thin alley they were in started to branch out, turning into some kind of mini courtyard. There was a fountain in the center of it – without running water and in bad repair, naturally – and a couple abandoned benches that Victoria didn’t even have to look at to assume they had gum caked under them. The cobblestones hurt her ankles when she walked on them.

Yup. This was where they were going.

So, she asked, her voice coming out a little shaky from the chill. Are we just dropping him off here?

Darren pointed his chin in the general direction of a building somewhere behind them. They were probably just going to throw him in there. Yeah, that made more sense. It made a lot less sense to just leave a dead guy sitting around on the bench like he was waiting for someone to come pick him up.

He wasn’t gesturing towards the building, though. They were just a few steps away when he paused, and the force of him suddenly