Heartbreak: Red Dragon Riders MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 2 of the Red Dragon Riders MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

The only one who can keep me safe is the one man I can't stand – a biker.

ANA

Mack Steel is exactly what I don't need. He's trouble through and through, and his motorcycle club is even worse.

He's got a violent past, a loud mouth, and big ambitions.

All I want to do is make art.

We're about as compatible as oil and water.

People warned me about him. I didn't listen. Because some hidden part of me wanted to feel his rough hands on my body, his filthy commands that made my heart hammer and my blood boil for hours.

He's ridden me harder than his bike, and I've gone along with every feverish moment. Now we're linked by something we never could have seen coming.

He says we'll come out on top. But I just want to stay on top of him.

MACK

I need a relationship like I need a hole in my head.

Especially with a fiery, stubborn minx like Ana. I live in the real world, and she thinks she can tell me how to run my business.

But I've had a hit of her and now I want more. She's become an addiction and a sickness all in one. She drives me crazy with that body, that mouth, that mind, and the way she looks at me when I tell her what to do.

One problem – her ex is a crazy b*stard and he's now the President of my club's biggest rival. He thinks he can get her back by taking me out.

Good luck with that. He'll never take what's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393841449

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Heartbreak: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Red Dragon Riders MC Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

The only one who can keep me safe is the one man I can’t stand – a biker.

ANA

Mack Steel is exactly what I don’t need. He’s trouble through and through, and his motorcycle club is even worse.

He’s got a violent past, a loud mouth, and big ambitions.

All I want to do is make art.

We’re about as compatible as oil and water.

People warned me about him. I didn’t listen. Because some hidden part of me wanted to feel his rough hands on my body, his filthy commands that made my heart hammer and my blood boil for hours.

He’s ridden me harder than his bike, and I’ve gone along with every feverish moment. Now we’re linked by something we never could have seen coming.

He says we’ll come out on top. But I just want to stay on top of him.

MACK

I need a relationship like I need a hole in my head.

Especially with a fiery, stubborn minx like Ana. I live in the real world, and she thinks she can tell me how to run my business.

But I’ve had a hit of her and now I want more. She’s become an addiction and a sickness all in one. She drives me crazy with that body, that mouth, that mind, and the way she looks at me when I tell her what to do.

One problem – her ex is a crazy b*stard and he’s now the President of my club’s biggest rival. He thinks he can get her back by taking me out.

Good luck with that. He’ll never take what’s mine.

CHAPTER 1

N o! Please! No! I scream out in terror as the man continues to strike Mack with the outside of his boot. Blow after blow lands directly into his ribs, and I can actually see Mack’s body cave in with each hit.

I don’t know what else to do. In just a handful of seconds, this man is going to realize that I am standing right here waiting for my version of this same punishment. It’s bad enough to see Ian’s body spread out on the ground like this, but to watch helplessly as Mack takes this pounding for me is beyond what I can handle. I can’t just be the damsel in distress, especially when my knight has no way of defending himself. I have to do something if I want any chance of getting out of here alive.

Slowly, I tiptoe back towards the hallway, my hands sliding against the textured walls. The man doesn’t turn. His long brown, curly hair bobs with his motions while he chuckles to himself over his work. As I grow farther away, I’m able to make out him faintly saying to himself, This is for what you and your daddy did to my father’s crew all those years ago...

It’s revenge, that’s all. All of this is about revenge, full stop. For me, it’s Riley coming after me for the breakup and the incidents with the cops involved. For Mack, it’s being the president of the top club in the city. Poor Ian is the only innocent one involved. I have to get to him before it is too late.

I examine the man one more time. I make my mind slow down his movements so I can check the outline of his tight black jeans. He’s wearing a sweatshirt, but I don’t see any hints of a weapon on him either. All he has is his fists and size. That’s good enough for me. I make a mad dash towards Ian’s office, opening the door and slipping in. Panicking, I place my hands under the desk to feel the harsh scrape of the plywood along my palms. Then, I feel it—cold metal hooked on by plastic holders.

Grabbing the small handgun, the one Ian replaced the massive shotgun for so I could protect myself in situations like this, I head back towards the scene still unfolding. Mack is up on his hands now, trying to push off. Drops of blood drip from his pale, pink lips. The man uses his leather cowboy boot to smack him again, this time against the side of his cheek. Mack falls straight down, tumbling towards Ian’s legs. I can’t wait any longer.

Leave him the fuck alone! I scream with the loudest, most forceful voice I can muster. My hands shake violently as I thrust the handgun out to point directly at the man’s chest. I have no idea if I’m even close to aiming it or even holding it correctly, but it doesn’t matter when you have a trigger and a bullet loaded with no safety to hold you back.

Oh, c’mon now, princess, he says, smirking, put that damn thing down. You’ll just embarrass yourself. He spits on the ground in the direction of Mack’s hands, and then takes two long, slow steps towards me. With hands raised he smoothly says, Your boyfriend just wants to talk to you, but you haven’t given him any chance to explain himself.

Explain himself? He sent an assassin to come kill me in my own tattoo shop. Do you think I’m dumb enough to believe that you’re just going to take me to him for a talk? I bite my lip. It’s a method I used in school to get myself to focus. If I thought too much of Riley or why he was doing this to me, I might give in to this guy’s slick talk or let my guard down enough to let it slip.

Just put the gun down, little girl. You know you’re not going to shoot me. And if you do, I may just go easy on you. No one calls me little girl. My blood boils inside my veins and my head feels as it’s about to explode. I can practically watch the seconds that go by with each of his footsteps closer to me. My heels fall back. One step. Two steps.

No! Not a goddamn chance in hell I am going to let him pin me into a fucking corner. I have to unfreeze myself. I give him one last warning, shouting back, I mean it! Don’t come any closer to me or I will kill you dead where you stand, right here and now.

You’re too chicken shit to do that, little girl. You’re not even—

The gun goes off, and I barely even notice it. A hairpin push on the trigger, or what felt like it, sets it off. The force of the blast ricochets into my arm so that I feel as if I could fly through the air against the bullet. My eyes close. I don’t want to watch myself kill a man or see the blood splatter and stain the room. But I do listen for something, anything, to come next.

There is a small thud. It’s so insignificant that I could probably be imagining it, but a snarl comes next. A man’s growl grows louder, building in his gut and then rising. I force myself to look at the crumpled body on the floor. He’s alive, wriggling in pain as he clutches his arm and shoulder. Red stains grow against the fabric of the sweatshirt. A part of me is relieved to see him still alive, but I know this is still dangerous.

I place the gun back up, pointing it at his head this time. I am going to count to ten, and if you don’t get the fuck out of this shop, I swear to God that I will shoot you again. I pause, watching him sputter. His eyes grow large with fear as he thinks over his options. One! Two! THREE! Before I can even get to four, he forces himself up and walks backwards towards the door, stepping over Ian’s shoes. I march out with him, making sure he gets on his bike and actually drives away.

The man doesn’t look back at me. I’m sure it isn’t just the gun in my hands or the fact that I actually shot him. He knows that there is no good option now. Coming back to his headquarters without me must mean he’s got a lot of pain in store besides that shattered arm and the loss of blood. I can’t imagine what Riley has in mind for a punishment. I hate myself for