Torn by the Devil (Book 3): Broken Wings MC, #3

By Sophia Gray

This is book 3 and the finale of the Broken Wings MC series! 

She might not survive getting torn by the devil.

I'm a savage beast with a biker's patch on my kutte and blood on my hands.

She's a complete mystery – and also, my ex.

Jas is desperate for protection that only I can provide.

But nothing in this world comes for free.

PAX

My club, the Broken Wings MC, was the only thing I ever cared about.

Except for her.

So when Jasmine comes tumbling back in my life, with no rhyme, no reason, or any memory of how she fell back into my lap, I don't have a choice.

I gotta stop what I'm doing and find out who hurt her.

Then, I'm gonna hunt that monster down and break every bone in his body.

But Jasmine is hiding secrets behind that pretty little face.

Too bad we don't have time to sit around and make sense of the situation.

She needs my help, or she's going to end up six feet under.

So I do what I've always done.

I get ready to go hurt the people who dared lay a finger on my woman.

JASMINE

I try to remember, but there's only darkness in my past.

Someone did something bad to me.

Something very bad.

If only I knew what.

The dark, brooding bad boy who saved me claims he has answers.

But he won't tell me until I'm "ready to hear."

And that won't happen until I give him what he wants.

On my knees, on my back, in the heart of his club.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever the biker commands.

***

Do you want to get TORN BY THE DEVIL? As soon as you meet this bad boy alpha male biker, you'll fall in love and want more. Pax is a sexy bad boy biker, and Jasmine is an innocent girl. This second chance romance will break your heart and put it back together again. Check out this motorcycle club romance series today if you love new adult contemporary romance or dark romance with sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393254034

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Torn by the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Broken Wings MC Book 3)

By Sophia Gray

She might not survive getting torn by the devil.

I’M A SAVAGE BEAST with a biker’s patch on my kutte and blood on my hands.

She’s a complete mystery – and also, my ex.

Jas is desperate for protection that only I can provide.

But nothing in this world comes for free.

PAX

My club, the Broken Wings MC, was the only thing I ever cared about.

Except for her.

So when Jasmine comes tumbling back in my life, with no rhyme, no reason, or any memory of how she fell back into my lap, I don’t have a choice.

I gotta stop what I’m doing and find out who hurt her.

Then, I’m gonna hunt that monster down and break every bone in his body.

But Jasmine is hiding secrets behind that pretty little face.

Too bad we don’t have time to sit around and make sense of the situation.

She needs my help, or she’s going to end up six feet under.

So I do what I’ve always done.

I get ready to go hurt the people who dared lay a finger on my woman.

JASMINE

I try to remember, but there’s only darkness in my past.

Someone did something bad to me.

Something very bad.

If only I knew what.

The dark, brooding bad boy who saved me claims he has answers.

But he won’t tell me until I’m ready to hear.

And that won’t happen until I give him what he wants.

On my knees, on my back, in the heart of his club.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever the biker commands.

DO YOU WANT TO GET TORN BY THE DEVIL? As soon as you meet this bad boy alpha male biker, you’ll fall in love and want more. Pax is a sexy bad boy biker, and Jasmine is an innocent girl. This second chance romance will break your heart and put it back together again. Check out this motorcycle club romance series today if you love new adult contemporary romance or dark romance with sex.

Chapter 1

Pax

It didn't take me long at all to reach the apartment complex. I floored it the whole way there, going at least twenty over the speed limit, and parked in the back. Depending on how things went down, I couldn't risk having my bike parked blocks away. A quick getaway in case something went wrong, or for needing to flee after I put a bullet or two into Greene, was absolutely essential.

As I hurried to the back door, I couldn't help feeling uneasy. Usually, I researched the fucks I was hunting, knew where they worked, tailed them enough to know their habits, gained insight, at least somewhat, to what made them tick. It made it easier to bring them down. One pedo I tailed always got drunk every Friday night at the same bar. He would then walk home because the bartender would take his keys. Every single time without fail. I'd laid in wait in an alley along his route home in a desolate part of the city and popped him with ease. No witnesses. No issues at all. The guy never knew what hit him. Didn't even grunt. Just fell to the ground. Dead. About half of the pedos I've taken out don't even know why I came after them. I wasn't much of a talker when it came to missions. Only about action and results, and dead pedos of course.

But this guy, Frank Greene, I didn't know much about him, and this was a different case anyhow. The pedos I targeted were never hunted by the police before. They never knew anyone was watching them. This would make Greene paranoid and dangerous. I'd have to be careful, especially since I was by myself.

Thankfully, the landlord had been forthcoming earlier and I had been able to learn about Brett, Greene's friend, from one of my informants. If the Police had informants, so could I. Anything to give me an edge over those twisted sickos.

It made me feel better that Brett hadn't been around earlier. It was entirely possible Brett would side with his friend, despite what he had done, and since Greene had snuck into the place, he obviously thought Brett would have his back. I had to consider the possibility that I might have to take two guys out, not just the one.

To refresh my memory of what Greene looked like, I pulled up a news article about the fucker. He looked like a typical guy: dark hair, dark eyes, average build, maybe a little on the heavier side. Nothing about him really stuck out. A guy you would walk by on the street and never look at twice, wouldn’t ever remember seeing. Pedos rarely looked like criminals, that’s what made them so dangerous. Wouldn't that make things so much easier if they did?

Shaking my head and gritting my teeth, I climbed off my bike and stared at the building. It was shabby. Paint was peeling off the walls. A few windows had cracks in them. This place was in a rough neighborhood. A lot of petty crimes around these parts. A lot of worse crimes too.

I made my way inside the apartment complex. Anderson's office was on the bottom floor, and he sat there behind his cluttered desk. He stared at me with his beady eyes as I entered, already holding out his thick palm.

I slipped him a fifty, hoping the money was worth it. What floor and room number? I demanded in a low voice, not wanting my words to carry. The walls had to be thin here.

He crinkled the bill in his fat fingers and held it up to the light. I couldn't help smirking. No way would he be able to tell if it was counterfeit or not, not that it mattered. It was real. I might be a criminal, but I wasn't going to get involved in counterfeiting money.

After a moment, he nodded, his double chins wobbling. The gray hair on his head flopping about comically. Third floor. Room 328. Now listen, I don't want any problems. I don't—

You would rather the police come here with their guns blazing? I stared him down.

His eyes widened. G-guns? Are you armed? I've talked to Greene a few times. He's not a bad guy.

Tell that to the kids he’s ruined. I crossed my arms and glowered. I wanted to reach across the table, grab his collar, and throttle him. Not a bad guy. What the hell was he smoking? Tell that to their parents as they try to find a way to afford all of the therapy their kids will need. Tell that to—

Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I'm letting you in, ain't I? Anderson squinted at me, making his tiny eyes even tinier. Why you hunting him down again?

I told you, I said easily, although I wanted to punch his fat face. I didn't have time to stand around, talking to this blabbermouth. At any moment, Greene could take off, and if his friend given him cash and a car, it would be almost impossible to track him down. I couldn’t let that happen. Only one time before had I failed to nail a pedo. I'd vowed then that it would never happen again, and it sure as hell wasn't going to happen here with Greene. One of the parents hired me to track him down, I continued. They just want to talk to him.

Talk to him? He snorted, sounding like a pig. Anderson looked like one too. Sure.

Don't worry about it. I turned around. As long as he didn't call the police, I didn't care what he thought.

Anderson started to fake a cough loudly in an obvious attempt to regain my attention.

Grimacing, I faced him again, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

I don't know... He shook his head as his fat fingers inched toward the phone on his desk. Maybe I should call the police.

I whipped out my gun but didn't point it at him. Just made sure he saw it. "Go