Sinner’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Book 3): The Immortal Devils MC, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of The Immortal Devils MC trilogy!

He kept me caged and made me his little pet.

SIERRA

I can't say I don't deserve this.

After all, I crossed the line…

And the security system protecting a priceless jewel I'd come to steal.

But it was all a trap.

A setup.

And I'm the one who's going to pay the price.

He's not going to torture me – at least, not in the way you're thinking.

The MC president has way more wicked, sinful ideas in mind.

The kind that involve whips and chains and leather and moans.

The kind that keep me up all night long.

Like an animal, I'm at the biker's feet…

On my knees….

Begging for sweet release.

GUNNER

I've got the tattoos, the scars, and the leather kutte that all tell the same story:

Crossing me has consequences.

These hands have done damage to the men in my past who thought they could outwit an outlaw king like me.

Needless to say, they were dead wrong.

Emphasis on the "dead."

But I've never met a woman bold enough to test me before.

And the punishment for her crimes will be a little bit different.

She thought she could seduce me?

Use her body to lower my defenses?

What a stupid mistake.

I caught her, and she's mine now.

Mine to do with as I please.

My little pet is in for one hell of a night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393099017

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Sinner’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Immortal Devils MC) (Book 3)

By Heather West

He kept me caged and made me his little pet.

SIERRA

I can’t say I don’t deserve this.

After all, I crossed the line...

And the security system protecting a priceless jewel I’d come to steal.

But it was all a trap.

A setup.

And I’m the one who’s going to pay the price.

He’s not going to torture me – at least, not in the way you’re thinking.

The MC president has way more wicked, sinful ideas in mind.

The kind that involve whips and chains and leather and moans.

The kind that keep me up all night long.

Like an animal, I’m at the biker’s feet...

On my knees....

Begging for sweet release.

GUNNER

I’ve got the tattoos, the scars, and the leather kutte that all tell the same story:

Crossing me has consequences.

These hands have done damage to the men in my past who thought they could outwit an outlaw king like me.

Needless to say, they were dead wrong.

Emphasis on the dead.

But I’ve never met a woman bold enough to test me before.

And the punishment for her crimes will be a little bit different.

She thought she could seduce me?

Use her body to lower my defenses?

What a stupid mistake.

I caught her, and she’s mine now.

Mine to do with as I please.

My little pet is in for one hell of a night.

Chapter One

Gunner

My feeling of dread increased the closer I got to the house. I just knew that I was going to pull up to find something terrible had happened while I was in the meeting with the guys at the clubhouse. When I pulled up, everything looked normal at first. There was a vibe, though, that I picked up as soon as I passed through the gate. I tried to chalk it up to paranoia, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some kind of panic in the house.

I didn’t park the bike in the garage. Instead, I stopped at the front door and hopped off. I hoped everything was okay so that I could go ahead with my plan to finally get rid of Sierra, like I should have done as soon as we finished sleeping together that first night.

Mr. Kaye! One of my guards was shouting from the front door. He had his gun drawn. Something had gone down while I was at the meeting.

I hurried up the stairs and followed him into the house.

What’s going on? I asked as I saw the broken window in the living room with several armed guards standing around it to watch the new entrance and exit.

We’ve got quite a situation here, Mr. Kaye, my guard said.

Call me Gunner, and drop the mister shit, I told him. Where’s Sierra?

She’s gone, sir, he said efficiently.

Let me guess. She took the diamond with her, I said, exasperated.

I’m sorry? He didn’t know about the diamond.

Dammit, man, I cursed.

I walked hurriedly to the kitchen, to the hidden panel leading downstairs to the cellar and the vault.

Whoa! What is that? I took a step back and covered my nose and mouth.

Someone set off a chloroform bomb downstairs, he told me. I haven’t been down there yet.

Come on, man. Grab a couple of gas masks from the fucking pool house and let’s go downstairs, dipshit, I snapped.

Yes, sir. His boots crunched on the glass as he walked through the now-open window to get outside.

I stood in the doorway to my kitchen and stared at the open door leading to the cellar. I knew what that open door meant. It meant I was too late. She had already stolen the damn Sun Stone for Coyote. She was probably halfway to Coyote’s hideout by now. It meant I was an idiot who had fallen for a piece of ass and dropped my guard, losing three billion dollars! It meant that my security had been violated, and that every jackass who worked for me was going to be fired when this was settled.

It also meant it was time to find where Coyote’s hideout was and track her down to get the diamond, or Sierra, or both, back. I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid, but damn, she was good in bed. I regretted every minute of it, though.

My reputation was going to be irreparably damaged by this fiasco, and that was the hardest part of the whole thing to swallow. This meant that some girl got one over on me by sleeping with me a handful of times and rocking my world. Oh, I was done with women after this, I vowed.

Where the hell is my gas mask? I called out.

Right here, sir, a muffled voice said next to me. It was my guard with his gas mask on.

I snatched mine out of his hand and put it on over my head. We walked downstairs into the cellar. He had his gun drawn, and I just had a gas mask.

This bomb was strong enough that I’m surprised she didn’t get herself, too, I said. I can smell it through the mask, and I know it’s dissipated some since she set it off.

Definitely, my guard agreed.

He rushed over and checked on the passed out guards to make sure they were breathing and alive.

They’re okay, I told him as I walked into the vault through the open door. I could already tell that the Sun Stone was gone. Its glass case had been knocked over and lay shattered on the vault floor. The podium sat with nothing on top of it.

Want to help me get them upstairs? the guard asked behind me.

Yeah, I answered absently.

I was staring at a missed opportunity to make three billion dollars. I was staring at a symbol of being duped by some chick. That was really all she was. She was just another girl, like all the rest, except that Sierra Farrow was really good at what she did.

She got the diamond, I told my guard as I walked out to help him lift one of the guards and carry him up the stairs.

I figured she did, he said, but once we get these guys upstairs, they might be able to tell us exactly how it went down.

Sure, I agreed. I didn’t give a rat’s ass one way or the other. I could have already told him exactly what had happened. Sierra had broken the back window to distract the staffers who guarded the hidden door. Then, she had tossed her chloroform bomb into the cellar. It leaked out enough to knock them out pretty quickly, and she went in behind them to steal the Sun Stone right out from underneath me while I was at the damn meeting where the guys were telling me exactly who she was and what she was up to.

I helped drag both of the guards upstairs where my staffers started working to revive them. I didn’t need to hang around to let them tell me what I already knew.

Look, I’m going to go ahead and start working on getting the diamond back and finding Sierra, I told the guard who had helped me.

Okay, he said.

If they have any special insight other than the fact that she used a chloroform bomb to knock them out, call me. Otherwise, I’m handling it.

I turned to leave and pulled my phone out. I called Duncan.

Yeah, he answered.

Are you guys still at the clubhouse? I asked.

You know we are, man. We weren’t going to go anywhere until we heard back from you, he answered.

Good. I’m on my way back out there. Make sure everyone is ready. We’re going after Coyote and Sierra.

You’re fucking kidding me, he said. She got the diamond?

She sure did, while we were talking about it at the meeting, I told him.

Hey, I’m sorry, brother.

It’s not your fault, Duncan. I was just too cocky, and it bit me right on the ass. We should have hidden it somewhere safer, but now it’s time to track her down and get it back.

I could hear Luther in the background asking it was time to get Immortal.

Tell the Stone it’s time to get Immortal,