Savage Chopper: Savage Outlaws MC, #3

By Naomi West

Savage Chopper is book 3 and the finale of the Savage Outlaws MC trilogy!

He's a savage beast with a vicious plan to use me.

He stole me for business.
Then he used me for pleasure.
My head is screaming at me to run for my life.
But my heart is begging for just one more night with the biker.

CHOPPER

Women are like chewing tobacco to me:
Enjoy 'em while they last, then spit 'em out when you're finished.

The girl from the night at the bar was no different.
One night of brutal, violent f**king, and then I sent her packing.

I was sure I'd never see her again.
So how the hell did she end up tied to a chair in my MC clubhouse basement?

KELSEY

I might die if I have to spend a single second more bent over spread-eagle for the foul, disgusting biker who's claimed me as his old lady.
I need to get away from this monster and his hellhole.

But how?

I'd worked my way into this club because I needed closure to a mystery that's haunted me.
But I never thought to have a plan for how to get out.

Then Chopper kicked the door down and stole me for himself.
He's everything I've been taught to fear.

Violent. Vicious. Crude. Commanding.
Tall and tattooed, with a body like a statue and a booming, raspy voice like the devil himself.
He tells me I'm going to serve him and I'm going to like it.
And as much as my inner voice is pleading with me to cut my bonds and run away as fast as my feet can carry me…
I just can't do it.

Because Chopper is the father of the baby in my womb.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Apr 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386749868

Naomi West

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Savage Chopper: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Savage Outlaws MC Book 3)

By Naomi West

He’s a savage beast with a vicious plan to use me.

HE STOLE ME FOR BUSINESS.

Then he used me for pleasure.

My head is screaming at me to run for my life.

But my heart is begging for just one more night with the biker.

CHOPPER

Women are like chewing tobacco to me:

Enjoy ‘em while they last, then spit ‘em out when you’re finished.

The girl from the night at the bar was no different.

One night of brutal, violent f**king, and then I sent her packing.

I was sure I’d never see her again.

So how the hell did she end up tied to a chair in my MC clubhouse basement?

KELSEY

I might die if I have to spend a single second more bent over spread-eagle for the foul, disgusting biker who’s claimed me as his old lady.

I need to get away from this monster and his hellhole.

But how?

I’d worked my way into this club because I needed closure to a mystery that’s haunted me.

But I never thought to have a plan for how to get out.

Then Chopper kicked the door down and stole me for himself.

He’s everything I’ve been taught to fear.

Violent. Vicious. Crude. Commanding.

Tall and tattooed, with a body like a statue and a booming, raspy voice like the devil himself.

He tells me I’m going to serve him and I’m going to like it.

And as much as my inner voice is pleading with me to cut my bonds and run away as fast as my feet can carry me...

I just can’t do it.

Because Chopper is the father of the baby in my womb.

Chapter 1

Kelsey

Inexplicably, time was marching on. The hurt in her heart was no longer as prominent as it had been even a few weeks ago, though Kelsey still felt it every day. She felt it strongest whenever she saw a woman with a stroller, or a bassinet, or trailing children behind her like ducklings. She felt it when she passed the aisle in the grocery store with all the formula and the diapers. And she knew that no matter how bearable it became, how well she healed, the scars of her loss would always be there. But sometimes, other things happened that kept her mind in other places, and right now, she was worried about Chopper.

Kelsey knew the hunt for Spike Lawler had been going on full force ever since Chopper resumed his place at the head of the diminished Outlaws. She knew, too, that he continued to utilize the Mongols’ drug routes, and that the money kept rolling in. The part of her most wounded by her losses wanted to object to the whole thing, but this life was the life that had always sustained him. She felt that ultimately, she had little right to demand that Chopper leave behind the ways he’d known for so much longer than he’d known her. So, she kept her head down, stayed in the shadows. She hadn’t set foot in the compound even once since her encounter with Spike at the warehouse on the docks.

I can’t go back there, she said to Chopper. Not right now. And he had just looked at her and nodded, his eyes full of sadness and something like regret. That was when he started spending hours away, presumably locked inside his war room, plotting. Kelsey worried privately, but in some sense, she found she didn’t mind. The solitude was nice, and it gave her time to process some of the worst of her grief, in her own time. There was no one to burst in on her crying in the shower to ask frantically if she was all right, no one to interrupt her gloomy but therapeutic hours spent gazing out the window at nothing. All her thoughts were inside, and for Kelsey, it felt good to be able to work through them on her own, without someone trying to force them out of her. By the time he came home to her, often late at night, she was usually ready to interact with another human being, to smile and kiss him and ask about his day.

They were having good sex again, too, although that had taken longer. Kelsey was wary of his touch at first, afraid that it would bring back memories of her trauma and make her remember the horror of losing the child she and Chopper had made. But he was patient and gentle, and she gradually discovered that having him in bed with her felt like an escape to a time before everything went sour. Now, she relished those moments with him, the feel of his skin against hers, his lips on her body. It made her feel like a different person, which was sometimes exactly what she needed.

Kelsey stood at the kitchen sink, her arms submerged up to the elbows in hot soapy water. She grabbed a handful of silverware from the bottom of the sink and scrubbed absently with the soft side of her sponge. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her gaze far away. She was thinking about the way Chopper had lain quietly beside her last night after sex, one arm tucked behind his neck, staring up at the ceiling. She’d watched his chest rise and fall softly with each breath, his sculpted torso half hidden by the sheet. It was clear that he’d been spending more time in the gym, and normally she wouldn’t have dreamed of complaining, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was getting ready for something. And the last time he’d gotten ready, they had both lost so much.

What’s up? she asked, tracing her index finger along his sternum. Chopper didn’t answer right away, but his arm came down around her. She felt his fingers contract and relax against the small of her back.

We need to go back to the Mongol place, he said.

Kelsey frowned in the dark. Why? That was the last place she wanted him to be, and, she suspected, the last place he wanted to be himself.

Need to look around and see if there’s anything valuable. Something that’ll tell me where he went.

She put her head on his chest. Is it safe? Even now, weeks after the confrontation was over, it seemed like a stupid question. To her, the Mongol compound would never be safe—at least not while Spike remained alive. What if he went back there?

Chopper glanced at her, his expression inscrutable. Then I’ll find him there, and I’ll kill him, and this will be over for good. His words weren’t as comforting as they might have been a month ago. Kelsey didn’t look back at him.

Kels, I know you don’t like it. I don’t like it either. I sent my best men there once, and look what happened to them. But there’s no way around it. She remained silent, knowing that it would be hard to debate this point with him. It’s all right, I promise. We had Outlaws there before. They cleared it.

Don’t promise me things you don’t know, she said softly. I’ll trust you, because what else can I do? But don’t promise.

Okay. His hand traveled