Jet (Book 3): Jagged Blades MC, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Jagged Blades MC trilogy!

Taking Emmie might ruin me. But I'm willing to risk it all for her.

I didn't plan on falling for a stripper.

Especially not one who belongs to my fiercest rivals, the Chaos Warriors MC.

She's their property. Their toy.

But I knew it as soon as I saw her: this was the woman who would bear my child.

She was born to be more than just a biker's b!tch.

The Chaos Warriors think they own her.

But I have a different arrangement in mind.

From now on, she belongs to me.

It was a mistake from the moment we met. But there's no going back now.

Because Emmie is my obsession. My undoing.

The cause of my downfall… and my only chance at salvation.

So I'll do what I have to do to protect the woman I love.

Even if saving her means sacrificing everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393372677

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Jet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Jagged Blades MC) (Book 3)

By Heather West

Taking Emmie might ruin me. But I’m willing to risk it all for her.

I DIDN’T PLAN ON FALLING for a stripper.

Especially not one who belongs to my fiercest rivals, the Chaos Warriors MC.

She’s their property. Their toy.

But I knew it as soon as I saw her: this was the woman who would bear my child.

She was born to be more than just a biker’s b!tch.

The Chaos Warriors think they own her.

But I have a different arrangement in mind.

From now on, she belongs to me.

It was a mistake from the moment we met. But there’s no going back now.

BECAUSE EMMIE IS MY obsession. My undoing.

The cause of my downfall... and my only chance at salvation.

So I’ll do what I have to do to protect the woman I love.

Even if saving her means sacrificing everything.

Chapter One

Jet

Irode up to the curb out front of my place and slapped hands with Bones, who was sprawled out on his bike.

Hey, man.

How’s it going? How’s Emmie?

She’s good. I just went inside to check on her about an hour ago. She’s asleep.

Good. I nodded. Good. She’s going to need her sleep.

Everything okay? He nodded toward the extra small jacket I held in my hand. What’s with the leather? You into dollies now? he teased.

Naw, man. It’s for our new baby.

Come again?

Emmie’s pregnant. I’m going to be a father.

So that was what she needed at the pharmacy. Dang, bro. You good?

I’m really good.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a brotherly hug.

Mutt took off to get some eats. You want me to hang, or are you set for tonight?

I’m good. You can take off. We’re meeting up tomorrow for the final plans on cleaning up the streets if you know what I mean.

I gotcha, bro. I’ll be there with bells on. Looking forward to sweeping up the scum in this town. I’ll catch up with Mutt and head out toward the clubhouse.

I stepped back and watched as he fired up his bike and took off, disappearing around the corner.

I looked up at the house and took a big breath.

A baby, I said out loud. I’m going to be a father.

The more I said it, the more it hit home and swelled my heart. I ran to the door and quietly went inside. It was quiet, so I tiptoed in, seeing the note she left on the table.

Taking a nap. Please don’t wake me. Tx

I picked it up and carried it into the kitchen, rereading it as I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. I took it into the living room and plopped onto the couch, setting it down next to me.

I took a swig of beer and turned on the television, turning the volume down until I could barely hear it.

After a couple of beers and some bad late-night television, I shut it off and decided to take my chances on disturbing Emmie as I slid into bed with her. I walked to the bedroom, checking the doors and shutting off the lights. When I opened the bedroom door, I was confused when I looked at the neatly made bed.

Emmie? I called out.

I noticed the open window and thought it odd that she would have opened it. She was still afraid of giving the Warriors access. I ran to the window and stuck my head out, looking in every direction. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I ran into the bathroom, praying with everything I had that she was in there, but when I found it was empty, I grabbed my phone and ran back into the living room.

Emmie!

I ran into the kitchen but found it empty too. I pulled my gun from my holster on my side and checked it for bullets. Closing the chamber, I slammed it back into the holster and ran toward the door.

Stopping quickly, I looked down when I stepped on something crunching under my feet. Pieces of Emmie’s phone were scattered along the floor by the wall, and I knew she was in trouble.

I got on the Blade page online and put out an S.O.S.

911—Emmie is missing. Meet up at CH. We’re going Warrior hunting!

I booked it out of the house and jumped on my bike before racing it toward the clubhouse. As soon as I pulled in, several of my brothers were waiting for me on their bikes, revving their engines and ready to go. I waved my arm, and we drove across town in a pack, ready to kill. I ran every red light and swerved around other cars going too slow.

When we finally pulled into their parking lot, there wasn’t a soul around, and the house was as dark as the night.

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