Bad Boy's Secret Baby: The Choppers MC, #3

By Kathryn Thomas

Bad Boy's Secret Baby is book 3 and the finale of The Choppers MC trilogy!

I WANTED ADVENTURE. HE WANTED A BABY. WE BOTH GOT WHAT WE WANTED.

Devin owned me from the second he walked into my shop.
He was like something out of a romance novel.
And I wanted to see where our story went.
I just never guessed it would end with his baby in my belly.

It was obvious from the second our eyes met:
Devin wouldn't take no for an answer.
He saw something in me that he wanted…
And I was powerless to deny him.

But that was before I knew the kinds of people who were after Devin's blood.
Bad men.
Evil men.
Men who wouldn't hesitate to hurt me, too.

I never signed up for all this.
But when Devin puts his seed inside me…
I'm stuck going along for the ride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jan 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386746911

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BAD BOY’S SECRET BABY: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Choppers MC Book 3)

By Kathryn Thomas

I WANTED ADVENTURE. HE WANTED A BABY.

WE BOTH GOT WHAT WE WANTED.

DEVIN OWNED ME FROM the second he walked into my shop.

He was like something out of a romance novel.

And I wanted to see where our story went.

I just never guessed it would end with his baby in my belly.

It was obvious from the second our eyes met:

Devin wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He saw something in me that he wanted...

And I was powerless to deny him.

But that was before I knew the kinds of people who were after Devin’s blood.

Bad men.

Evil men.

Men who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me, too.

I never signed up for all this.

But when Devin puts his seed inside me...

I’m stuck going along for the ride.

Chapter 1

Camille

S hayna, I think we should go to the police. Camille turned to her best friend, who was busy signing her name on another one of their vandalized pieces of art. The show had turned out to be a major success. After Camille’s speech, urging guests to look at their art as vandalized creations, and not ones ready for the dumpster, people were inspired. They all came together in support of the artists and their work. She and Shayna were surrounded by prospective buyers who wanted to learn more about their work and were willing to buy them too.

In the commotion, Camille had lost sight of Devin, and Evangeline was nowhere to be seen either. She had waited patiently, smiling and entertaining prospective buyers, signing the art and trying to keep a casual and confident air around her. The truth was that she was slowly beginning to lose her confidence. She had gained inspiration from Devin, from his words of encouragement and she felt like his presence had empowered her to make that speech. And now he was nowhere in sight.

Shayna hadn’t heard Camille, so she tugged at her sleeve this time and leaned into her ear.

We should go to the police, Camille said again, and this time Shayna whipped around to look at her, slightly surprised.

What are you talking about? Shayna asked. She was facing Camille with a look of surprise while her fingers still did the signing. Shayna was over the top with excitement; this had been a big night for them.

We need to go report the vandalism, Camille said, and Shayna’s confusion grew.

To the police? I’m sure the gallery will do it for us, won’t they? Shouldn’t Evangeline file the report? Shayna waved her hand at someone else who had approached them for an autograph.

Do you see Evangeline anywhere? She might have gone home already? Or maybe she doesn’t care, Camille said, sitting back in the chair that she had been sitting on for the past hour and signing the art. It could have been more than an hour, Camille wasn’t certain anymore. All she knew was that it had been an incredibly long time since she last saw Devin.

You were the one who said to leave Evangeline out of this. I warned you she was trouble. I told you that she was behind all this, Shayna accused her, and Camille shook her head.

I know you did, but I didn’t want you to make a scene. Of course I don’t trust her.

And where’s Devin? Shouldn’t he be here to support you? Shayna asked, still in a sour mood.

I don’t know where he is, Camille said, her voice was shaky, she was losing her confidence, and a sudden fright had filled her bones. She didn’t want to think too seriously about it, but she was aware that Devin was involved in something not quite right. There were men on bikes following him. She didn’t want to think about the worst.

So Evangeline and Devin are both missing, together, at the same time. When they both should be here with you. Shayna stood up from her chair, and Camille felt her lips quivering. She didn’t want to have to think about the fact that they were both missing at the same time. She tried to remind herself that there had to be a perfect explanation for all this. But it had been over an hour, and neither of them had been seen anywhere.

Camille, you look like you’re going to be sick. Shayna looked down at her friend.

Camille looked up, and she felt another gush of tears overpowering her, she bit down on her lip to make it stop. I’m fine, I just need some fresh air I think, Camille said, and she felt Shayna’s hand on her arms. Shayna was pulling her up gently.

You’ve had a shock, you’ll be fine, Shayna assured her as she tried to steer Camille away from the crowd.

That’s all for the night folks. You can direct all your queries and questions to Ms. Charlene Cummings. She is Evangeline’s assistant and will be happy to help, Shayna then spoke to the crowd that was still gathered around them.

Camille noticed Charlene, who she had met earlier briefly and spoken to several times over the phone before the exhibition. She swooped in and started talking to the interested buyers.

We’ll just let her handle it, for now, she can give us an update later. I trust her more than I trust that bitch Evangeline, Shayna said, still walking with her arm around Camille’s shoulder.

Camille felt unsteady on her feet. Where the hell was Devin? How could he have just left her here and disappeared? That was so uncharacteristic of him. Although did she really know him at all? Did she know anything about him other than what he chose to show her? Maybe he got bored here; maybe he had other things to do. And where was Evangeline? Were they together?

Hey, do you want to go to the police station? Shayna interrupted her thoughts as they walked towards the front door of the gallery. Camille licked her lips and shut her eyes, then nodded in response.

Yeah, let’s go and report the vandalism at least.

They pushed through the doors and walked out into the cool but humid Miami night. There were still some cameras and paparazzi parked around the entrance, and a few flashing lights blinded them as they walked down the luxurious red carpet.

She noticed Devin’s car still parked on the other side of the road, where he had left it when they arrived earlier.

His car is still here, Shayna. Where is he? Her voice was breaking as she spoke. Camille could feel the panic rising in her veins.

Let’s just go and talk to the police Camille, Shayna said, and they walked in the opposite direction from Devin’s car.

THEY HAD BEEN SITTING on metal benches for over half an hour, waiting for somebody to attend to them. It was getting quite late now, and both of them were tired, exhausted from all the drama of that night and also aware that they now had no ride home.

Shayna’s phone rang in her purse, and she answered the call.