Hands Off My Club: Scarred Angels MC, #3

By Claire St. Rose

Hands Off My Club is book 3 and the finale of the Scarred Angels MC trilogy!

LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR: KEEP YOUR F**KING HANDS OFF MY BRIDE.

She wants to get away from me, but I know one thing for sure:
I'm never gonna let that happen.
She belongs to me now.

I had to claim everything I've ever owned in this life.
Surely, my bride will be no different.

Whether Dakota wants it or not, soon she'll come to realize the truth:
I've put my claim on her, and there's not a damn thing she can do about it.

It's my job to keep her safe, not take her to bed.
But I've never been good at following rules.
In fact, crossing lines is what I do best.
So I crossed the line between me and her and made the little princess my toy.

She never expected to love it so much.

But now that she's mine, there's people out to hurt her.
They think it's the best way to get to me.
Little do they know, they've woken a sleeping beast.

Because anyone who touches my bride is getting buried six feet deep.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Oct 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540184078

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HANDS OFF MY CLUB: Scarred Angels MC (Book 3)

By Claire St. Rose

LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR: KEEP YOUR F**KING HANDS OFF MY BRIDE.

SHE WANTS TO GET AWAY from me, but I know one thing for sure:

I’m never gonna let that happen.

She belongs to me now.

I had to claim everything I’ve ever owned in this life.

Surely, my bride will be no different.

Whether Dakota wants it or not, soon she’ll come to realize the truth:

I’ve put my claim on her, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.

It’s my job to keep her safe, not take her to bed.

But I’ve never been good at following rules.

In fact, crossing lines is what I do best.

So I crossed the line between me and her and made the little princess my toy.

She never expected to love it so much.

But now that she’s mine, there’s people out to hurt her.

They think it’s the best way to get to me.

Little do they know, they’ve woken a sleeping beast.

Because anyone who touches my bride is getting buried six feet deep.

CHAPTER 1

Dakota felt silly driving in the back of the car, a member of Scarred Angels in the driver’s seat. It was everything Dakota had never wanted to be: a pampered princess who never lifted a finger. She had never wanted to be that dependent on others. She knew how to drive, how to work a budget, go grocery shopping, do her own laundry, cook, clean, and drive. She didn’t understand how people did this. She was nervous and antsy in the car, her leg jiggling in front of her and she kept lowering and raising her window.

She was going to talk to Adam. The gentle warnings of her father had pinged through her brain all day, echoing around her brain, making her question everything. But then she remembered she had done this already. She had already put herself through this once before, convincing herself that Adam had no real affection for her. She had been proven wrong then by talking to him. When she worried and overanalyzed, she was only guessing at what Adam could be thinking. It was better to just go and talk to him, sort this all out.

There was no reason they couldn’t be together. Yes, they were from different backgrounds. Yes, she had more money than him. Yes, he may have been involved in some illegal activities, but they could still make it work, couldn’t they? Could it be true that what they had was only created by the chaos they were embroiled in? Could that be all this was?

Stop it, Dakota. Don’t do this again. Go and talk to him, get real answers to your questions. That’s the only way to know for sure.

As they sped down Delaware Avenue, Dakota turned to the river and saw the boats gliding over choppy waters, transport ships bound for Europe and Asia. She lowered her window and breathed in the cool air that flowed over the water. She thought of Adam’s house that wasn’t too far from here. His clean and tidy little house. It wasn't the home of a dangerous criminal; it was the home of a man who had been alone for a long time, a man who had created his own life and worked to keep it going every moment of every day; he was a good man, Adam. A tough man, a hardworking man, she just needed her father to understand.

The parking lot for Scarred Angels was empty. It was one thirty in the afternoon, and the club wouldn’t open for several hours. It was strange to see it so quiet and calm. Normally, at night, there would have been cars, puking club kids, and couples making out in dark corners. But at this hour, there were just the bikes that belonged to the Scarred Angels members and seagulls circling the sky looking for anything to scavenge.

Dakota stepped out of the car and looked around. There were three members of the club sitting on a low concrete wall smoking cigarettes. She gave them a half-wave, but they only glared at her. Confused, she made her way to the entrance with Mark, her guard for the day, leading the way. As they walked past the smokers, Dakota could see them staring at her and shaking their heads. She wondered what was wrong and why they all looked so angry. Maybe something had happened yesterday when they had attacked the assassin, something Adam hadn’t told her.

Mark opened the door for her, and she only got two steps before a wall of Scarred Angels members greeted her. About ten men in leather jackets and stern expressions glared at her over crossed arms. It stopped Dakota in her tracks. She didn’t feel unsafe, but she knew there was something dangerous in the atmosphere, something that would soon fall on her head if she weren’t careful.

What’re you all looking at her like that for? Mark asked them.

But none of them spoke; instead they just stared at Dakota. She could hear one or two of them mumbling under their breath, but nothing was said.

You need to leave, girl, Dakota wasn’t sure who had said it, but she knew by their nods that the men in the line agreed with the speaker.

Why? Is Adam here? Dakota asked.

Leave the country, go and don’t come back. You and your kind are nothing but trouble. You got all the money in the world, but you still need us to die so you can live, a man spit.

What? Dakota stepped back as if she had been slapped. I never asked anyone to die.

"No, but a man’s gotta live. To live he’s gotta work, and it’s because of people like you that this is the only work we can get. Putting our lives on the line so you