Lawless (Book 3): Fury Riders MC, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Fury Riders MC series!



I kept her safe by taking her unprotected.

LUCAS

24 hours to knock her up.

That was the deal we struck.

I was supposed to get her pregnant and then disappear forever.

But once I've had a taste of Josephine, I'm never gonna let her go.

She doesn't know this yet, but she's mine now.

Not just tonight.

Not just tomorrow.

FOREVER.

JOSEPHINE

I'm doing this for my dying mother.

Not for myself.

And definitely not for Lucas.

A tatted criminal biker is the last man on earth I'd ever want to raise a child with.

But time is running out, and he's the only choice I have.

Once this baby is inside me, though, I want him gone for good.

No strings attached.

I don't give a damn how mind-blowing the sex was.

I don't give a damn how my heart fluttered every time he touched me.

We can never be together.

So, now that he's gone from my world, why do I miss him?

And when my life is threatened, who do I turn to for help?

The only man who ever made me melt at his fingertips.

The biker. The outlaw.

The killer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386169512

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Lawless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Fury Riders MC) (Book 3)

By Heather West

I kept her safe by taking her unprotected.

LUCAS

24 hours to knock her up.

That was the deal we struck.

I was supposed to get her pregnant and then disappear forever.

But once I’ve had a taste of Josephine, I’m never gonna let her go.

She doesn’t know this yet, but she’s mine now.

Not just tonight.

Not just tomorrow.

FOREVER.

JOSEPHINE

I’m doing this for my dying mother.

Not for myself.

And definitely not for Lucas.

A tatted criminal biker is the last man on earth I’d ever want to raise a child with.

But time is running out, and he’s the only choice I have.

Once this baby is inside me, though, I want him gone for good.

No strings attached.

I don’t give a damn how mind-blowing the sex was.

I don’t give a damn how my heart fluttered every time he touched me.

We can never be together.

So, now that he’s gone from my world, why do I miss him?

And when my life is threatened, who do I turn to for help?

The only man who ever made me melt at his fingertips.

The biker. The outlaw.

The killer.

Chapter 1

Josephine sat beside Lucas in his pickup, not talking to him. Instead, she focused on trying to find out how everything got so damn messed up. Her plan had been to break it off with him, not move in with him!

She’d lost track of the conversation somewhere, probably when he told her he loved her. Love—what the hell did a biker like him know about love? She’d seen the girls at the clubhouse, seen the way the men leered at them and catcalled them. The whorehouse in the back of the lot spoke volumes, as well. How many times had Lucas frequented that establishment? He probably didn’t need to, when he had girls like Cherry ready to drop to their knees at any given moment to suck him off when he wanted it.

No, his declaration of love was only another manipulation, a way for him to get what he wanted from her—the baby. She should have known better than to think a man could just get her pregnant and walk away. What sort of man would do that anyway? She hadn’t been thinking clearly. With her mom’s illness and her own clock ticking, she’d acted out of emotion and not reason. And now she and her baby would pay the price.

Lucas wanted them because they were possessions, just things that belonged to him. And what was his stayed his. He didn’t share, and he sure as hell didn’t give away.

The truck stopped at a red light, and she kept her focus outside on the sidewalk. Before the light turned green, a motorcycle rolled up beside them. She recognized the patches; the rider was a Fury Rider. When he turned to look into the truck, she realized it was Cutter, but the bleach blond straddling him from behind wasn’t Cherry. Cutter raised a fist in greeting, which she assumed Lucas returned. Once the light changed, Cutter roared off, yelling into the wind along with the girl’s screech of excitement.

That’s not what it looked like. Lucas answered her unspoken concern.

Not my business. She shrugged. She didn’t believe him. Of course he would stick up for Cutter. They were brothers, not by blood, but not any less brothers because of it.

That was Cindy on his bike. She’s friends with Cherry. He wouldn’t do that to Cherry, not when he made her is old lady.

The truck drove through another intersection. The street lamps illuminated the cab of the truck as they drove along. Whatever. Like I said, not my business.

I wouldn’t do that to you either, Josephine. I wouldn’t take another woman to my bed while we are together.

She turned to look at him then. He glanced her way, then went back to watching the road. He sounded sincere, but she couldn’t allow herself to believe it. Her focus had been off for the past few weeks, and she needed to get it back. Lucas was paying for her mother’s care while she was with him, so she’d stick with him until she didn’t need him anymore. By then, he’d be tired of her and the baby, and they could just go back to living on their own, without him.

I mean it. I wouldn’t.

I didn’t say you would. She scooted down in the seat and rested her head against the headrest. The days were getting longer at work. Her feet hurt, and her head was throbbing. She needed a long soak in a hot bath.

You’ll be safe at my house. You and the baby. I’ll take care of both of you, he promised.

I don’t want you to have to protect us. Don’t you get that? She didn’t even raise her voice. She was too tired for that, too tired for another argument. She just wanted to sleep.

His hand rested on her thigh. No pressure, just rested there, letting her know he’d heard her, and he was there. She wanted to burrow into his chest and let him hold her, let him take all the stress and worry from her, but she couldn’t. She needed to be stronger, needed to stand on her own two feet. She’d made a royal mess of things, but she would get it all straightened out.

When we get home, I want you to go straight to bed. You look exhausted, and all that fighting didn’t help any. She sensed him looking at her, but she just closed her eyes and nodded. Sleep would be best. She would think it all through in the morning.

JOSEPHINE WASN’T EXACTLY sure how she ended up in bed. She must have fallen asleep in the truck and Lucas carried her inside, because she couldn’t remember walking in or taking off her clothes. When she woke, she rolled over and felt the cool sheets beside her. He wasn’t there. She blinked a few times until the alarm clock came into focus. Ten in the morning. She was two hours late for work.

Jumping out of bed she searched the room for her cell phone. She needed to call them, let them know she was on her way. In all the years she’d worked for the dental practice, not once had she been even ten minutes late.

Hey, you’re up. Lucas sauntered into the room, wearing only a pair of jeans.

I’m late. She ran her fingers through her hair and started looking around for her bag and the phone. Where’s my stuff? She finally stopped to stare at him.

He leaned his hip against the dresser, his muscular arms folded over his even more muscular chest. Did the man even have time to work out? How did he get so fit?

You’re not late. I called your work and explained you weren’t feeling well. You have the day off. I put your clothes in the dresser and tucked the bag away in the closet. We’ll go over to your place this weekend to get more stuff. You didn’t pack very much.

"I wasn’t exactly given a lot of time. What do