Screwed Fast: Death Angels MC, #2

By Vivian Gray

Screwed Fast is book 2 of the Death Angels MC trilogy. Book 3, Screwed Hard, is available everywhere now!

She tried to heal me… but I broke her first.

The crash nearly killed me.
But I've got a job to complete.
The angel nurse was only trying to do the right thing… but I needed a hostage.
So now she's coming for the ride.

NOAH

A horrific crash lands me at St. Jude's Sacred Mission Hospital—and in the hands of a beautiful night nurse.
She makes it hard to imagine returning to work.

But I've got an assignment to complete—and a ruthless drug runner to kill.
No way a former Marine like me is going to let himself be outdriven…
And no way I'm going to let myself be distracted by the beautiful blond bombshell in the tight-fitting scrubs.

I'm a man who's used to taking what he wants.
So why not take her with me?
Right into the bloody, beating heart of danger.

I'm about to find out just how attentive my curvy nurse's pretty little hands can be…
And she's about to get screwed.

SHANNON

Midnight.
That's the name whispered around the E.R., the designation on the chart given to the mysterious biker who has been placed in my care.

No identification to go off of.
Only a totaled bike; the tattoo of a pure black square; and a face so handsome it could break your heart if you aren't careful.

And as it turns out, I wasn't careful enough.

Clearly, this man is bad news – the scars on his muscled chest are evidence of that.
But I find myself drawn to him all the same.

I've never let myself get in deep with a patient before…
But Midnight is about to show me just how deep he can go.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Feb 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386211716

Book preview

Screwed Fast: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Death Angels MC Book 2)

By Vivian Gray

She tried to heal me... but I broke her first.

THE CRASH NEARLY KILLED me.

But I’ve got a job to complete.

The angel nurse was only trying to do the right thing... but I needed a hostage.

So now she’s coming for the ride.

NOAH

A horrific crash lands me at St. Jude's Sacred Mission Hospital—and in the hands of a beautiful night nurse.

She makes it hard to imagine returning to work.

But I've got an assignment to complete—and a ruthless drug runner to kill.

No way a former Marine like me is going to let himself be outdriven...

And no way I'm going to let myself be distracted by the beautiful blond bombshell in the tight-fitting scrubs.

I'm a man who's used to taking what he wants.

So why not take her with me?

Right into the bloody, beating heart of danger.

I'm about to find out just how attentive my curvy nurse's pretty little hands can be...

And she’s about to get screwed.

SHANNON

Midnight.

That's the name whispered around the E.R., the designation on the chart given to the mysterious biker who has been placed in my care.

No identification to go off of.

Only a totaled bike; the tattoo of a pure black square; and a face so handsome it could break your heart if you aren't careful.

And as it turns out, I wasn’t careful enough.

Clearly, this man is bad news – the scars on his muscled chest are evidence of that.

But I find myself drawn to him all the same.

I've never let myself get in deep with a patient before...

But Midnight is about to show me just how deep he can go.

Chapter 1

Noah

Shannon was going to have a baby. My baby. Images of her danced through my head... Her hair tied back in a ponytail... Her glasses perched on her nose... And her hand rubbing the big and round home of our baby.

Our baby.

Hey, Noah, you going to listen to what’s going on? Jude shoved my shoulder and pointed to Joker who was standing at the front of the room going on and on about some new deal he was trying to make with new growers in the area. Running pot didn’t have much money in it. The real cash was in the powder.

I shot Jude a warning glare, crossed my arms over my chest, and refocused my attention on my president. As much as Joker pissed me off most days with his inability to see the big picture, he did seem to have a head for business when it came to running the drugs. He had contacts I couldn’t imagine, and none of which I would want anyway. He talked with some pretty nasty people. And crossing them usually meant you lost more than just a limb, which made it even more confusing to me that he wouldn’t care about this shark constantly attacking our single riders.

Especially since it seemed like an easy fix. We could go out in pairs when making small deliveries. But when I had suggested that to him, he shot me down. He said he couldn’t spare two members for such a small delivery. Then he launched into some rant about increasing our membership – getting new members and maybe patching in some of the prospects that hadn’t earned the patch yet. Like doing that would give him the numbers to start protecting the current patched members.

When I joined the Death Angels after being discharged from the Marines, it hadn’t had anything to do with brotherhood. I had plenty of that shit in the military. Some of the closest friends I made were back in the Marines. But I had to give that shit up when I joined the angels. No, I joined them for the thrill, for the mindless excitement. Fighting on the front lines might have given me some nightmares, but it kept my adrenaline pumping all the fucking time. And after watching friends die and innocent people be blown up, I needed the mindless entertainment.

I was done playing the hero.

But I had clawed my way up to a full-patched member. I put in the hard work and did the shitty jobs, so no, I didn’t like the idea he was toying with – letting the prospects just waltz into