Burn: Satan’s Blazes MC, #3

By Sophia Gray

Burn is book 3 and the finale of the Satan's Blazes MC trilogy!

HE TOOK ME FOR MY SAFETY. BUT HE KEPT ME FOR HIS PLEASURE.

I never had a choice.
He says this is for my own good.
That I'd be dead without him.

At first, I believed him.
But then I learned who he really was…

And I can't get out.

I'm trapped in this killer's house.
And he's just turned his sights on me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Feb 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386476740

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Burn: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Blazes MC Book 3)

By Sophia Gray

HE TOOK ME FOR MY SAFETY. BUT HE KEPT ME FOR HIS PLEASURE.

Inever had a choice .

He says this is for my own good.

That I’d be dead without him.

At first, I believed him.

But then I learned who he really was...

And I can’t get out.

I’m trapped in this killer’s house.

And he’s just turned his sights on me.

Chapter 1

Abby

Abby awoke to the smell of Jagger’s skin, or what she thought was Jagger’s skin, anyway. His scent must have lingered on the bedsheets, because before Abby opened her eyes she reached forward with her hands, trying to touch him. She frowned as she realized that he was gone, having left a cold spot in the bed beside her.

She bent at the waist, sitting up in bed while still cuddling the bed sheets close to her chest to keep herself warm. There was no sign of Jagger in the room, and when she strained her ears she couldn’t make out any sound in the bathroom or further down the hall that might indicate his presence. After a moment she scanned the room again, searching every detail until her eyes landed on a piece of paper under the alarm clock, right next to the bed.

Dear Abby,

I’m sorry I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. You looked way too peaceful sleeping. I couldn’t disturb you. I have to head into work today. Just sleep and relax. There’s plenty of food in the refrigerator and movies for you to watch if you want. I’ll be back around 5. I miss you already.

- Jagger

Abby smiled, tracing her fingers over Jagger’s messy handwriting. It was nice, seeing that side of him, some part of him that wasn’t completely perfect. After putting the note back where she found it, she stretched her body out, unwinding her limbs back and forth until she heard her bones crack a little in satisfaction. She still felt tired, her muscles begging her to lay back down and cuddle up against the pillow until she fell back asleep. Somehow, she knew that her brain wouldn’t allow that, still too wired from the day before to simply switch off and relax.

She threw off the blankets and swung her legs over the side of the bed down to the floor, feeling suddenly energized and renewed, as if she had slept for a whole week rather than just a few hours longer than she usually did. Abby knew what it was though. For once there was something on her mind other than worry.

She was curious. She had Jagger’s house all to herself, and there was nothing stopping her from going room by room and seeing what each location had to say about the man she was sleeping with. She didn’t know what else to call their relationship other than sleeping together. Abby usually wasn’t the type for casual hookups, and somehow their sex seemed a little bit too intense, a little bit too intimate and personal to be appropriately deemed casual. Still, it wasn’t like he was her boyfriend. Abby barely knew the guy.

Now all that was going to change. Abby wasn’t going to go digging around in his drawers or anything, but she was going to explore every last inch of this house, from top to bottom. She’d figure out what made Jagger tick, what he was really like beneath all that biker bravado. Abby smirked to herself, feeling like a secret detective on a special investigation as she walked out of the bedroom and headed back toward the main entrance, where a long dark staircase wound up, higher than Abby could even see.

Abby slowly climbed the steps, listening as they creaked. It was hard for her to admit this to herself, but she loved this place. It was dark and creepy, with dust covering every visible surface, but Abby liked that. She could get used to spending time here if Jagger wanted her around. She went all the way to the top of the steps, panting a little by the time she hit the landing, opening the door to reveal a cramped room full of trinkets and knick-knacks. Old stuff. Family stuff. Abby grabbed the first object nearest to her feet, an old wooden sled with the red paint chipping off it. There was a name written in what looked to be black sharpie on the underside. Tyler. Abby wondered if the sled belonged to Jagger’s brother or father or cousin. Every inch of the room was covered with stuff like this, decaying artifacts from various childhoods, toys that nobody would ever play with again. Abby felt a little sad as she touched each item, thinking about how all her own toys were either sold off after Mark stole her savings or burnt to a crisp after the arsonist attacked.

She continued moving through the huge pile of objects, smiling as she stumbled on old art projects with Jagger’s name written in the lower left corner in crayon. There were pictures of trees, his home, his family. Finally, she came upon an adorably messy drawing of a motorcycle. Abby wondered if Jagger always wanted to be a member of an MC and if Satan’s Blazes were the most important thing in his life. For some reason that thought made Abby feel uneasy, her stomach tightening a little in anxiety like it always did when she was uncertain about something. She couldn’t put her finger on what exactly was wrong.

The next moment, some strange smell reached Abby’s nostrils, turning her stomach over before she even realized what it was. That was when it hit her. Smoke.

Calm