Biker at War: Damned Angels MC, #2

By APRIL LUST

This is book 2 of the Damned Angels MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

She crossed the wrong man.

It's my job to neutralize any threats to the club.

And Erin is determined to slaughter all of us and the man we're guarding.

I can either throw her to the wolves and let her suffer…Or throw her in my bed and make her moan.

TORCH

The fiery stripper thought killing me would solve her problems.

But I'm not so easy to put in the dirt.

Far tougher SOBs than her have tried and failed to put a bullet in my head.

I've got the scars to prove I won each of those fights.

But this is different.

This is no ordinary bar brawl, not just a bloody scuffle between rival outlaw bikers.

This is a win-or-die-trying vengeance mission – one girl against the world.

I have to admit that I admire her ambition.

She thinks she's gonna take down a whole motorcycle club and the rich d-bag we're protecting – singlehandedly.

No weapons.

No backup.

Just her.

But she failed to get farther than me, and now her fate is in my hands.

The problem is, Erin's lone wolf rebellion is making me ask tough questions of myself and my brothers.

Questions like, are we doing the wrong thing?

Is this villain worth protecting?

Or have we sold our souls to the devil?

If what Erin says is true, then the answers are worse than I ever could have feared.

I'm no knight in shining armor.

But even though I've always put loyalty to the MC over everything else…

I'm sure as hell not gonna be the right-hand man of some monstrous prick who hurts women and children.

I have a choice to make.

Do I put a bullet in Erin's skull?

Do I sell her body at auction to the highest bidder?

Or do I throw away my brotherhood, my past, and my future to help her do what's right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393736684

Book preview

Biker at War: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Damned Angels MC) (Book 2)

By April Lust

She crossed the wrong man.

It’s my job to neutralize any threats to the club.

And Erin is determined to slaughter all of us and the man we’re guarding.

I can either throw her to the wolves and let her suffer...

Or throw her in my bed and make her moan.

TORCH

The fiery stripper thought killing me would solve her problems.

But I’m not so easy to put in the dirt.

Far tougher sons of b!tches than her have tried and failed to put a bullet in my head.

I’ve got the scars to prove I won each of those fights.

But this is different.

This is no ordinary bar brawl, not just a bloody scuffle between rival outlaw bikers.

This is a win-or-die-trying vengeance mission – one girl against the world.

I have to admit that I admire her ambition.

She thinks she’s gonna take down a whole motorcycle club and the rich d-bag we’re protecting – singlehandedly.

No weapons.

No backup.

Just her.

But she failed to get farther than me, and now her fate is in my hands.

The problem is, Erin’s lone wolf rebellion is making me ask tough questions of myself and my brothers.

Questions like, are we doing the wrong thing?

Is this villain worth protecting?

Or have we sold our souls to the devil?

If what Erin says is true, then the answers are worse than I ever could have feared.

I’m no knight in shining armor.

But even though I’ve always put loyalty to the MC over everything else...

I’m sure as hell not gonna be the right-hand man of some monstrous prick who hurts women and children.

I have a choice to make.

Do I put a bullet in Erin’s skull?

Do I sell her body at auction to the highest bidder?

Or do I throw away my brotherhood, my past, and my future to help her do what’s right?

Chapter 1

Torch

As far as I was concerned , Erin had earned herself a good long lesson in giving up control. I was really looking forward to this. To be honest, I’d been looking forward to this for a really long time. The club no-hands rule made it tough on guys like me. Totally understandable, and the girls needed the rule in order to be safe, so mine was hardly an arguable position. Still, my body craved the ability to finally take over Erin’s. Last night had been a necessary and excellent first step. Tonight would make things a hell of a lot more clear to her. I was finally gonna get to teach her how things would be. To the advantage of both of us. Finally.

The door shut and clicked behind her, and I once again caged her against it, hitting the Occupied button in the process.

You gotta learn, baby doll, you are not calling the shots. I say what, and I say when. You do as you’re told, and you keep your mouth shut unless I ask you a direct question. And when I do, you answer it. Got it?

What the fu—

It’s a yes-or-no question, babe. You got it?

Her eyes widened, and she paused before answering. Well, yes, the fuck, sir, she answered belligerently. And obediently.

I smirked. Good. Lose the pasties.

She peeled them off her nipples quickly, tossing them to the floor without concern, then put her hands on her hips. Her feet were a little spread with most of her weight on one foot; she rolled the other around, as if stretching it in boredom. Her chin was a tipped down slightly, and she eyed me through her lashes. Damn, she was sassing me without even using that mouth.

Now the panties.

She semi-smiled, turned her back to me, hooked her fingers in the strings at her sides, and bent down straight from her hips, giving me a phenomenal show of her gorgeous ass and her pussy as she gracefully stepped out of the G-string. She twisted a bit to the side, arched her back, and rose again with her chest pushed out the whole time. This woman knew her trade and excelled at it. Fucking hot, all the time. My cock was painfully hard.

I eyed the room, seeing what angles were going to work best. With a quick lift of my chin, I stepped over to the couch and pulled it forward, so it stuck out into the center of the room, one side now against the wall but the other in the open space. Lay on top of the back, head closer to the wall. I want one foot on the seat cushion, keep the other one of top of the back. Arms above your head. She’d have to work to keep her balance.

She saw the challenge, tilted her chin, and smoothly assumed the horizontal position. It thrust her chest up; holding onto the seatback, her breasts were on display. I still had only a limited view of her pussy; she had what looked to be a sweet Brazilian, topped with a small triangle of soft hair.

Spread your knees, wide.

She looked at me a moment, gauging how to play this, but ultimately obeyed.

Good girl.

Her eyes flashed in annoyance. I had to suppress a grin. Pissing her off was so easy, and so fun, and she was just as gorgeous angry as happy, so either way it worked out well for me. Plus, making her mad would probably also make her nasty mouth shoot off again, which also didn’t hurt my plans for her. She’d learn soon enough.

I walked over to her side, behind the couch, resting my hands on her ribs just under her breasts. I used my fingers to bring them up together against the gravity, recreating her natural cleavage. My thumbs tweaked her nipples, which were already hardened nubs, just waiting for more attention. I leaned down and bit one, hard and fast, then sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. Erin gasped and arched her back,