Cade (Book 2): Stone Devils MC, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of the Stone Devils MC trilogy. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

She was too innocent to be bought and sold like a filthy toy.

I stole her from her buyer.

It might get us both killed. But I don't give a f**k.

Falyn looked too innocent and too curvy to pass up.

And she begged for my help.

I can't say no to that.

But the mafia boss who bought her won't take kindly to me stealing his favorite possession.

When he finds out what I've done, he sends every last one of his men after us.

Now, it's me and my woman against the world.

F**k it all.

I'll go to war to protect what's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393964773

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Cade: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Stone Devils MC) (Book 2)

By Heather West

She was too innocent to be bought and sold like a filthy toy.

I STOLE HER FROM HER buyer.

It might get us both killed. But I don’t give a f**k.

Falyn looked too innocent and too curvy to pass up.

And she begged for my help.

I can’t say no to that.

But the mafia boss who bought her won’t take kindly to me stealing his favorite possession.

When he finds out what I’ve done, he sends every last one of his men after us.

Now, it’s me and my woman against the world.

F**k it all.

I’ll go to war to protect what’s mine.

Chapter One

Falyn

Marco led me back down the stairs I’d originally come up, through the lobby, and into the main part of the building. There was a bar, and a few different seating areas. It resembled a hotel lobby more than anything else. The floors were wooden and worn in all the places where people walked.

The walls had wooden wainscoting on the bottom half and faded maroon paint on the top half. The ceiling was a drop ceiling with large water stains and sagging tiles. Along the left side of the room was a wall of identical wooden doors. I wondered whether I would be staying in one of those rooms, but Marco seemed to be heading for the bar.

He walked the length of the bar top and then turned the corner. In a small nook behind the bar was a hidden doorway. Marco pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open. Then, he pushed me inside.

The room was dim, but my eyes adjusted quickly. It appeared we were in some kind of dormitory. There were two sets of metal bunk beds, one on each side of the room, and one other door aside from the main one.

This is your room, Marco said, gesturing grandly to the small, dingy space. That door leads to your bathroom, and the door you just came through is the only exit. I have the key, and you do not. I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your roommates.

With that, Marco left. I heard the door lock behind me.

It took me a few seconds to realize what Marco meant. When he’d first opened the door, the room had been silent and dark, so I’d assumed it was empty. Now that he was gone, though, I heard the slight rustling of blankets and saw movement atop each of the beds.

Hello?

No one answered me, and fear squeezed my throat shut. Who was I sharing a room with? Were they other women, like me, or men, like the pockmarked man Marco had in his office?

I stepped backward, my spine connecting hard with the doorknob.

Finally, a small voice responded, Who are you?

It was clearly a woman’s voice, which helped some of my fears abate. I cleared my throat and stood taller.

Falyn, I replied, stopping just short of giving my full name.

I didn’t know why, but it seemed important to me to preserve something of my old life. Falyn Tucker was free, not locked up in a small prison cell.

The woman who spoke sat up in bed and looked down on me. She was small and birdlike. Her cheeks looked hollow, and even in the dark room, I could tell her hair was limp and knotted.

I’m Angie, she said, her voice as soft as the wind. That’s Bianca.

She pointed to the other bed, but no one moved. I stood on my tiptoes to try and see up to the top bunk, but the most I could see was the soft movement of the blankets as the woman beneath them breathed.

Is she sleeping? I asked.

Angie frowned and then shook her head. I don’t think so.

Where are we?

Her thin shoulders shrugged. An abandoned building near the docks as best as I can tell. Sometimes I hear the foghorn of passing ships.

So you don’t know what this building is?

"Oh, no. I know what this building is; I just don’t know where it is."

"Okay. Then what is this building?"

Marco’s clubhouse.

I sighed. That didn’t tell me anything. I had gathered that much on my own. However, I swallowed my frustration. These two women were likely going to be the only friends I had while I was in Marco’s Clubhouse, so it wouldn’t behoove me to be rude to them right off the bat.

Who is Marco? I mean, what’s his deal? I asked, hoping that was a question Angie could answer a bit more fully.

You don’t know who Marco is? she asked.

I sighed. Clearly not. No, I don’t.

She raised her eyebrows. Marco Santorelli?

I shook my head and shrugged. His name meant nothing to me.

He’s the new boss on the east side. His family has been running crime rings in the city for years. I don’t know anyone who hasn’t at least heard of the Santorelli name.

A boss? Like in the mafia? Surely not. There was no way I could have accidentally found myself tangled up in mafia business.

He’s a mafioso, and this club is where he entertains clients from out of town, she continued.

Entertains? I asked, biting my lower lip. As in...?

Angie sighed and nodded. As in, we are the entertainment. Yes.

My heart sank. I’d suspected as much, but no one had actually said it out loud. I’d been able to fool myself into thinking that perhaps I would be serving drinks or stripping, at worst. But that had been childish. Of course, I was a sex slave. People didn’t buy women for free labor. They bought them for free sex.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

Most mafiosos buy hookers, but Marco likes owning his women. He thinks it gives him more control over us and provides a better experience for his clients, Angie said.

How do you know so much about this? I asked.

"I’ve been in