Saul and Us: The Pagans MC, #3

By Claire St. Rose

Saul and Us is book 3 and the finale of The Pagans MC trilogy!

Saul won't stop until he owns all of me.

I'm already sick of this podunk Texas town.
But I'm a movie star, not a hillbilly.
At least, that's what I used to think.
Until Saul showed me what I really am: his property.

He was just another faceless muscle man on set.
Keep pedestrians out of the shot, beat back the paparazzi – that kind of thing.
Normally, I wouldn't bat an eye.

But Saul was different.

He wasn't just muscle – although he definitely had plenty of that.
He wasn't just tough – although one look from his steely eyes had me trembling.
He was so much more.

He was either a monster or an angel.
A sinner or a saint.

He's going to either bend me over his knee and break me completely…
Or make me fall for a man I never meant to notice.

But one way or another, Saul is going to make me his.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Oct 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386891246

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SAUL AND US: The Pagans MC (Book 3)

By Claire St. Rose

Saul won’t stop until he owns all of me.

I’M ALREADY SICK OF this podunk Texas town.

But I’m a movie star, not a hillbilly.

At least, that’s what I used to think.

Until Saul showed me what I really am: his property.

He was just another faceless muscle man on set.

Keep pedestrians out of the shot, beat back the paparazzi – that kind of thing.

Normally, I wouldn’t bat an eye.

But Saul was different.

He wasn’t just muscle – although he definitely had plenty of that.

He wasn’t just tough – although one look from his steely eyes had me trembling.

He was so much more.

He was either a monster or an angel.

A sinner or a saint.

He’s going to either bend me over his knee and break me completely...

Or make me fall for a man I never meant to notice.

But one way or another, Saul is going to make me his.

Chapter One

Angela groaned as her phone chirped her awake. She flipped the phone over to stop the damnable noise, and groaned again. It was six, a few minutes before first light, and they had to hit the road in the next hour to make the ten am call. She didn’t want to go. She wanted to lie there, snug, warm and relaxed in Saul’s arms.

She’d checked the time when she finished dressing and was shocked to discover they had been on the beach over three hours. Assuming they had walked for around an hour, that meant they’d spent between two and a half and three hours fucking their brains out. She smiled at the pleasant soreness between her legs. She fucking loved Texas, and was becoming very fond of one particular motorcycle-riding cowboy in it. Not because of the way he could fuck, though that was part of it, she admitted to herself with a smile, but more because of who he was. He’d shown he cared for others, which had surprised her. He’d proven it in the way he’d shielded her and Arnold during the shooting and had given his all to get Tony out of the car, not to mention the surprising romantic streak he’s shown last night. She smiled. She hadn’t expected that from him either. Then there was the fucking. Last night he’d—"

Good morning, he whispered. He kissed her slowly then lay back with a deep breath. Last night had been one to remember. Making love to Angela on the beach was an experience he would likely never equal. She’d worn him out unlike any other woman. He’d been so used up that when they had arrived back at the motel and showered together, he didn’t even get an erection, something that had never happened before. They had tumbled into the bed and he wasn’t sure who went to sleep first.

It would be if I didn’t have to go back to work, she mumbled.

You could play hooky, he suggested.

I can’t. To many people depend on me. She sighed, then grinned, her eyes still closed. It’s tempting, though.

They lay still and quiet for several long moments. Get up. We have to get going, he finally said, though he made no move to encourage her.

She groaned and stretched so hard she expected to hear her bones creak. Shit.

WHERE DID YOU TAKE her? Bradley demanded.

Saul casually looked up from his phone. He’d delivered her to the location thirty minutes early, and he was waiting around while she was in makeup and wardrobe. What are you talking about?

Angela! She disappeared for an entire day and night, and nobody knew where she went! She wasn’t answering her phone. You can’t do shit like that, Saul.

I had nothing to do with her not answering her phone. If she doesn’t want to answer her phone, I don’t see what concern it is of yours.

That’s not the point! You can’t drag her off like that and not tell anyone where she’s gone!

I didn’t have anything to do with that, either. Maybe she just wanted some time away.

You’re a bad influence on her. She wasn’t like this before you showed up. She has responsibilities.

She’s here now. Did someone need her for some reason while she was gone?

No, but that’s not the point.

Then what is the point, Bradley? You’re not her father. She’s a grown woman. She can make her own decisions.

This isn’t some high school play in Hicksville, Saul! This is a major Hollywood production. The stars can’t just disappear like that!

So long as she’s where she’s supposed to be, when she’s supposed to be there, ready to work, what she does in her off time is nobody’s business but hers.

That’s not how it works!

Then there’s something wrong with the system.

Bradley glared at him. You’re going to fuck this entire production up.

How?

You’re a distraction. She needs to focus on her job.

Saul smiled. When she tells me I’m a distraction, then I’ll worry about it. Until then, you should be more worried about yourself and less about Angela.

Is that a threat? Bradley growled, his hands clenching into fists. I’m wise to you. I know what you’re doing.

What am I doing, Bradley? Explain it to me.

You’re toying with her, using her for your own ends. She doesn’t—

I think you have me confused with you. Weren’t you the one who was telling me how you were trying to create some buzz about a shomance?

Bradley’s face hardened. That’s business. That’s how the game’s played.

Saul grunted and nodded. That’s why you’re confused. I’m not playing any stupid games. Now, if you’ll excuse me, he said as his phone began to ring. He rose from his chair and walked away as he stared at the number, wondering why Saw was calling him.

Houston.

Houston, you fuck! I’ll kill you and your entire club for this!

What are you talking about?

Don’t play innocent with me! My fucking club! You hit us last night!

Saw, I don’t know what you are talking about, Saul said, feeling a weight settle into his stomach. We didn’t hit anyone. Why would we hit you?

This is war, Houston. You got a lot of us, but you didn’t get us all. We’re coming for you and we’re going to fuck you in the ass!

Before Saul could respond, Saw was gone. He looked at his phone a moment then tucked it into his pocket. The situation was about to spin out of control. He walked toward the crowd, then pulled Dallas aside.

Abana hit the Killers last night. I just got a call from Mendel. He thinks we did it.

Shit, Dallas muttered. That’s all we need, a fucking war. Do you know how many Abana got?

No.

What are we going to do?

I don’t know that either. I’m going to call Abana and see if I can get an idea of where we stand. I should have known this was going to go to shit. If the Killers start hitting us, there’s going to be a lot of questions from the brothers we can’t answer.

All we can do is try to hold it together for as long as possible.

Fuck, Saul muttered as he pulled his phone and dialed. Saul Houston for Señor Abana.

Saul, what can I do for you my friend? Abana asked.

"I received a call from Saul Mendel a few minutes ago. He thinks we paid a visit to his club and he’s planning on returning the favor. How