Bent on the Chopper: The Broken Lions MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

Bent on the Chopper is book 2 of The Broken Lions MC trilogy. Book 3, Bent at the Bar, is available everywhere now!

I'LL DRAG HER TO THE ALTAR AND BEND HER OVER RIGHT THERE.

The pretty doctor never asked for me to enter her life.
But fate brought me here.
And I've laid down my claim.
This one is mine now.

She can blame my brother for all this, if she wants to.
He's the one who got poisoned and ended up half-dead on her operating table.
That's where it all started.

But once I got a glimpse of her sexy body in that lab coat, I knew exactly how it was going to end.
With the doctor bent over and my ring on her finger.

She saved my brother, so I have to thank her properly.
And I've got a couple filthy ideas in mind.

But it's not all fun and games with me.
It's a dangerous world.
And I'm a dangerous man.
She's gonna have to trust me if she wants to stay alive.

But I can make one promise I'll never, ever break:
As long as you're mine, baby…
No one is gonna lay a damn finger on you.

Because I'll kill any man who touches my wife.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Feb 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386889557

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BENT ON THE CHOPPER: Broken Lions MC (Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

I’LL DRAG HER TO THE ALTAR AND BEND HER OVER RIGHT THERE.

THE PRETTY DOCTOR NEVER asked for me to enter her life.

But fate brought me here.

And I’ve laid down my claim.

This one is mine now.

She can blame my brother for all this, if she wants to.

He’s the one who got poisoned and ended up half-dead on her operating table.

That’s where it all started.

But once I got a glimpse of her sexy body in that lab coat, I knew exactly how it was going to end.

With the doctor bent over and my ring on her finger.

She saved my brother, so I have to thank her properly.

And I’ve got a couple filthy ideas in mind.

But it’s not all fun and games with me.

It’s a dangerous world.

And I’m a dangerous man.

She’s gonna have to trust me if she wants to stay alive.

But I can make one promise I’ll never, ever break:

As long as you’re mine, baby...

No one is gonna lay a damn finger on you.

Because I’ll kill any man who touches my wife.

CHAPTER 1

Emily

Ididn’t usually date . Men were a distraction in my life I couldn’t afford, and I didn’t have a lot of time to bestow on them anyway. The people in the emergency room—the ones whose lives I saved on a daily basis—were the ones who needed all my time and energy when it came down to the hierarchy of importance.

At least, that was how I always felt. Except with Daniel. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to give him the time I could spare. Granted, it wasn’t a lot, but it seemed like he was willing to take what he could get from me—and no more.

It was a nice sensation, knowing that I wasn’t pressured to be someone else, or do something different, or change everything now that he was a part of my life.

Daniel had to leave town shortly after I’d seen him. I’d been relieved when I’d gotten his message that he’d left town. Sure, I wanted to see him again, but I was nervous about how it would be with him now that we’d slept together. The kind of sex we’d had wasn’t the kind of sex I usually had. I needed to be in control. It was a character trait that had driven too many boyfriends away. But with him? I’d given him the control that night, and it had been fucking fantastic. Pun intended.

Over the next couple of days, he kept dropping me messages. It was often just one-liners, telling me where he was or what he was doing, but it made me feel like he was thinking about me. It was nice to know that someone was thinking of me now and then.

I always answered. Sometimes I even sent texts of my own. I had no idea where we stood, and I really didn’t think it was going to get serious with him—I didn’t do serious—but it was a great feeling to know there was someone on the receiving end of this little crush.

I started panicking on day three. It wasn’t that he’d changed something, fallen quiet, stopped talking to me, or anything like that. It was the fact that he carried on at a steady pace, as if this was something that seemed a little more permanent.

Okay, so three days wasn’t something to go by. I couldn’t judge the seriousness of any kind of relationship after only three days.

What I could do, was judge it after wild sex. I had been the one to give in to him, after all. And I’d allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me in my car. In a parking lot. At the hospital where I worked. What had I been thinking? I was lucky no one—like my boss—had caught us.

It wasn’t like it was normal daylight hours, or like it was inside the hospital...but it had been on the premises.

What on earth did he think of me? I’d acted like a tramp, ready to be picked up when he was ready for me, and I’d let him do it when he wanted it.

Yes, it had been amazing, but what was the aftermath? Was he texting me now so that the channel stayed open and we could do it again? If there was anything I knew, it was that I wasn’t going to be a booty call. There was no way he was going to be able to come to me for a piece of ass whenever he felt like it.

I knew what I’d wanted when he’d looked at me like that. I’d felt wanted. I’d felt like I needed to lose control. I’d felt like I was someone who could make his day. But I’d also been attracted to him and felt like this was something I wanted for me.

I wasn’t going to make a habit of being there for him when he felt like having a go at it.

The last time I’d lost control like that was before everything happened with Chrissy. Since then, I’d been in perfect control of my life. I didn’t just go with guys, and when I did, they were usually disappointed about the fact that I didn’t put out.

I’d put out with Daniel for sure. I just hoped he wouldn’t make it awkward and expect it to happen again.

The doors slammed open, and they unloaded a gurney from the ambulance. It snapped me out of the spiral of thoughts I’d been stuck in, and then nothing else mattered. I was in work mode, ready to do whatever needed to be done to save this life.

It was another drug overdose. I knew what to expect now and so did my staff. I’d briefed them on the symptoms and what we knew so far about the reactions to other drugs like heroine. We made deductions on basic medication which was trial and error, but it was better than nothing.

This one was a woman. Her airways had swollen shut in the ambulance already, so they’d done an emergency tracheotomy. It was a messy job, and there was a lot