Overtaken and Bound: War Dogs MC, #2

By Paula Cox

Overtaken and Bound is book 2 of the War Dogs MC trilogy. Book 3, Overtaken and Bent, is available everywhere now!

I'll take her and take her and take her again.

She didn't ask for this. She didn't need this.
But this is exactly what she's getting:
A towering, ripped, tatted bad boy with a hunger for her body…
And the appetite to feast on her – over and over again.

KENDRA

He turned my paradise into a war zone.
I can never forgive him.

But he doesn't give a damn about that.
Because he's the type of man who asks neither forgiveness nor permission.
He just takes what he wants – over, and over, and over again – until he's had his fill.

And then he takes some more.

It's not as if I didn't see this coming.
Bad boy bikers are always trouble – no surprises there.
But I let the outlaw into my life anyway.

I just never dreamed that soon my life and body would be in his hands.

There was no reason to trust him.
But when he crushes his lips on mine, makes me beg for more….
I can't say no.
I can't struggle.
And I can't help but agree every single time he presses his lips against my ear and growls,
"You belong to me."

ALLEN

She probably would've lived a happy life if she'd never met me.
That's too damn bad.
Because I came barging in and I sure as hell ain't apologizing for my intrusion.

She's mine now, for better and for worse.
Even if I didn't mean to bring my fight to her doorstep.
Even if she definitely didn't need the trouble.

I'm here now.
So just f**king get used to it.

At first, she was just an innocent bystander
But everything changed once I got a taste of her.
Possessed her.
Owned her like only an outlaw savage can.

But now, a sadist has us in his crosshairs.
He wants us both six feet under.

What that sick son of a b!tch doesn't know is this:
No one takes what's mine.
Not without a vicious fight.
Not today. Not ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386640868

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Overtaken and Bound: A Motorcycle Club Romance (War Dogs MC Book 2)

By Paula Cox

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I’ll take her and take her and take her again.

SHE DIDN’T ASK FOR this. She didn’t need this.

But this is exactly what she’s getting:

A towering, ripped, tatted bad boy with a hunger for her body...

And the appetite to feast on her – over and over again.

KENDRA

He turned my paradise into a war zone.

I can never forgive him.

But he doesn’t give a damn about that.

Because he’s the type of man who asks neither forgiveness nor permission.

He just takes what he wants – over, and over, and over again – until he’s had his fill.

And then he takes some more.

It’s not as if I didn’t see this coming.

Bad boy bikers are always trouble – no surprises there.

But I let the outlaw into my life anyway.

I just never dreamed that soon my life and body would be in his hands.

There was no reason to trust him.

But when he crushes his lips on mine, makes me beg for more....

I can’t say no.

I can’t struggle.

And I can’t help but agree every single time he presses his lips against my ear and growls,

You belong to me.

ALLEN

She probably would’ve lived a happy life if she’d never met me.

That’s too damn bad.

Because I came barging in and I sure as hell ain’t apologizing for my intrusion.

She’s mine now, for better and for worse.

Even if I didn’t mean to bring my fight to her doorstep.

Even if she definitely didn’t need the trouble.

I’m here now.

So just f**king get used to it.

At first, she was just an innocent bystander

But everything changed once I got a taste of her.

Possessed her.

Owned her like only an outlaw savage can.

But now, a sadist has us in his crosshairs.

He wants us both six feet under.

What that sick son of a b!tch doesn’t know is this:

No one takes what’s mine.

Not without a vicious fight.

Not today. Not ever.

Chapter 1

Elliot walked into the warehouse alone. He had driven there alone too, while Allen and Connor waited in a different car, parked behind a huge dumpster. They had scoured the area already and found this to be the safest spot to remain hidden.

Elliot had dressed up for the occasion. If he was going to pretend to be a kingpin interested in trafficking women, he had to portray an image of power and wealth. He wore his pinstriped brown suit and an expensive tailored shirt. He kept his dark hair slicked back, and walked with a skip in his step.

Connor had arranged the meeting for him and instructed him to be careful at all times. He was going to be searched, and he was going to be watched. Elliot was prepared. He walked up to the guards at the door of the warehouse, introduced himself and remained calm while he was being searched.

The men then led him into the darkness of the warehouse, where Elliot could make out a different man sitting behind a desk in the middle of the large empty space. He had three men standing behind him, none of whom made any attempt to hide the weapons they were carrying.

You must be Mr. Elton? Elliot said, walking up to the man sitting in the shadows with his hand extended. He didn’t make a move in his direction, or offer to shake Elliot’s hand.

Please have a seat, he said in a grim low voice, indicating the only other chair in the room that was several feet away from the desk. In the darkness, Elliot could barely make out his face, but he kept a professional smile on his face.

I hear from my associates that you are interested in the trade of women? the man, who might or might not have been Elton, said.

Elliot took the chair and sat adjusting his jacket.

Straight to the point then? Yes, yes, I am, Elliot said, noticing the strange tilt of the man’s head. He was scrawny built and looked like he didn’t have the ability to balance his head properly on his neck.

I will need to get an idea of what your business proposal is and what your facilities are like, the man said, allowing his words to hang in the air for a while. Elliot nodded.

Of course. What do you want to know? he asked, and the man immediately interrupted him.

Not here. Get me in touch with one of your associates. We will speak to him in a different secure location.

Isn’t this a secure location? Elliot asked, and allowed a nervous laugh to escape his lips. Nobody else was laughing, so eventually he shut himself up.

Where have I met you before? the man asked suddenly.

I don’t know, you haven’t introduced yourself to me, so I have no way of knowing, Elliot said in a casual manner again. The fact that, in the darkness, he could barely see the man’s face was proving to be annoying for him.

I have seen you somewhere. Where? the man repeated himself, and Elliot laughed again.

I don’t believe we have met before. My mother always told me I have an average looking familiar face. That is probably what it is, Elliot joked, but nobody else was laughing again.

You can leave now, the man said, and the guards who were standing behind Elliot approached him, but he stood up of his own accord. He didn’t want to be touched by these men.

That’s it? Why did we agree to a meeting then if we weren’t going to decide on anything? Elliot said, realizing that his voice had turned slightly sour now.

The man remained calm.

These deals take time. We need to whet you first. We’ll keep in touch, the man said, and Elliot buttoned up his suit jacket.

Can I speak directly to your boss? he ventured to ask, knowing that he was heading into dangerous territory now.

The man cleared his throat, as though he was taking his time to think of something to say.

I’ll see if something can be arranged. Have a good day, Elliot, he said, a clear cue that it was time for him to leave.

Elliot turned and started walking towards the exit doors of the warehouse, followed by the guards again.

Tough nut to crack eh? Elliot joked with the men. None of them said anything or even acknowledged his presence. They were almost like robots, like lean, mean killing machines who could not possibly be distracted.

They opened the doors, and Elliot walked out into daylight again. He blinked against what seemed like the bright rays of the sun and walked towards the brand new car that Allen had rented for him to drive for the day.

He didn’t need to look to know that Allen and Connor had seen him coming out of the warehouse. They would eventually follow him.

He got into the car and drove, not looking back at the warehouse or the guards in front of it. It had been a strange experience.

THE THREE OF THEM WERE back at the same cafe. This time it was Connor, Allen, and Elliot at the table. They were sitting with coffees in front of them, none of them really in the mood to eat anything. Kendra was at work, and Allen could already feel himself missing her presence. Even though they were now living in the same house, he didn’t see her as much as he