Overtaken and Bent: War Dogs MC, #3

By Paula Cox

Overtaken and Bent is book 3 and the finale of the War Dogs MC trilogy!

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: 9781386838302

Book preview

Overtaken and Bent: A Motorcycle Club Romance (War Dogs MC Book 3)

By Paula Cox

Paula%20Cox_Overtaken%20and%20Bent.jpg

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

Allen splashed a jug full of water on Elliot’s face. The syringe that had been stuck into Elliot’s vein was crushed and lying on the floor. Allen had read that note over and over again, as he tried to revive his brother.

‘Elliot needed a little pick me up. Love, X’

Allen was growling under his breath. Come on Elliot! Wake up, brother, he grunted as he slapped Elliot’s cheeks.

Connor was on his way to his house. They were going to take Elliot to the hospital together, but he was still unconscious.

Allen placed the jug on the floor and started pacing the room, running his fingers through his hair in desperation. What was he going to do? Was his brother going to be okay?

He had received Kendra’s texts; he knew that she was somewhere safe where Connor had taken her, and right then he didn’t have the time or temptation to speak to her. He needed to do what was best for Elliot.

Elliot was lying slumped on the couch, his head dangling crookedly from his neck. Allen could feel his gut wrenching in fright. He was scared for his brother’s life. He couldn’t be sure if he would make it through the night. If it was only heroin, then the doctors might be able to still save him. But Allen didn’t know how long he had been here like this or what they had done to him.

A sudden moan escaped Elliot’s lips, and Allen rushed to his side.

Brother, wake up. Look at me, open your eyes, Elliot please! Allen could feel the strain in his own voice. He was kneeling in front of Elliot, trying to get him to force his eyes open. It was obvious that Elliot was trying hard, breathing rapidly; he too was struggling to survive.

Allen... Elliot said weakly.

I’m here, Elliot, please, brother, just open your eyes. Allen grasped Elliot’s hands and started rubbing them rapidly. Elliot’s eyelids fluttered, then opened and closed again. His pupils were dilated, his eyes roaming. He could have been hallucinating from the drugs that had been injected into him.

Elliot who did this to you? Tell me what happened! Allen was screaming now—trying to keep him awake.

Where am I? Where is my brother? Elliot murmured. Saliva was down dribbling out from both sides of his mouth as well. It was an awful sight to see; one that Allen wanted to get away from. He had never seen his brother in this bad a condition, and he’d seen him high plenty of times.

Elliot, please stay awake. I’m going to get you to the hospital. Connor is on his way, Allen spoke louder to remind Elliot that he was with him. But Elliot still didn’t seem to recognize him.

Where am I? What has happened to me? Elliot tried to stand up, but Allen held him down. He collapsed back onto the couch, hitting his head and bouncing it off the back of the couch. Then he started laughing maniacally.

What more will you do to me? You can’t break meee. I am invinciiible. Elliot was slurring his words. It was evident to Allen that his brother was hallucinating. He tried to calm him down by stroking his back, but nothing worked.

Shivers appeared to run down Elliot’s spine, as he wrapped his own arms around himself tightly, as though he was very very cold.

Here, Elliot, just cover yourself with this. You’ll be fine, just keep sitting. Allen had taken off his leather jacket and placed it over his brother who shrunk into it. He was still hoping that it was only an overdose, something that could be controlled and recovered from. He reached for his brother’s hand and held on to it tightly.

You’ll be alright, brother. Connor will be here any minute. We just need to take you to a doctor. Allen was repeating himself in desperation.

The front door to his apartment opened and banged shut.

In here! Allen screamed, and a few moments later Connor’s face appeared in the living room.

Holy Shit! What has happened to him? Connor came running over to the couch.

Allen stood up, running his hands through his hair as the two of them stared at Elliot.

They’ve injected him with something. I don’t know what it is. He had been unconscious till a few minutes ago, Allen said, exchanging worried looks with Connor.

Alright then, let’s take him to the hospital. They will have a million questions for us, but we have no other option. We can’t just keep him here. Connor tugged at Elliot’s arm, wrapping it around his shoulder. Allen took him by his other arm, and they both lifted him off the couch.

Those bastards, Connor mumbled under his breath as the two men carried Elliot to the front door and