Reaper (Book 3): Black Dogs MC, #3

By NINA PARK

This is book 3 and the finale of the Black Dogs MC series! 

Prison is no place for a baby, but I'm gonna give her one anyways.

In this prison, my days are numbered.

I want a baby to ensure my legacy lives on.

Sarah is a prison guard – and strictly off limits.

But that won't stop me from making her MINE.

KURT

It's been a year since my wife and son were killed.

And I'm in the mood to get drunk.

But while I'm busy burying myself in booze, I hear some jerk talking about how he beats his kid.

How dare he?

I'll never get to hold my son again.

So I'm gonna make sure this ungrateful S.O.B. breathes through a tube for the rest of his life.

I give him the beating he deserves.

But my anger costs me my freedom.

Now, I'm stuck behind bars.

Luckily, my MC sends one of our girls in here with me.

Sarah is working as a prison guard while I'm locked up.

She's doing her best to help me survive the danger lurking around every concrete corner.

But I don't care if these scum want me dead and gone.

I'm not ready to face the reaper – not yet.

Because, before I go, I've got one thing left to do:

Drag Sarah in my cell and put a baby inside her.

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REAPER is a dark bad boy romance thriller suspense. This MC motorcycle club love story is about an imprisoned biker and the innocent prison guard who is brought into his world. Their hot chemistry leads to an unexpected baby and more. If you like alpha male biker romance novels, you'll love REAPER by Nina Park

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393547877

Book preview

Reaper: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Dogs MC Book 3)

By Nina Park

Prison is no place for a baby, but I’m gonna give her one anyways.

IN THIS PRISON, MY days are numbered.

I want a baby to ensure my legacy lives on.

Sarah is a prison guard – and strictly off limits.

But that won’t stop me from making her MINE.

KURT

It’s been a year since my wife and son were killed.

And I’m in the mood to get drunk.

But while I’m busy burying myself in booze, I hear some jerk talking about how he beats his kid.

How dare he?

I’ll never get to hold my son again.

So I’m gonna make sure this ungrateful S.O.B. breathes through a tube for the rest of his life.

I give him the beating he deserves.

But my anger costs me my freedom.

Now, I’m stuck behind bars.

Luckily, my MC sends one of our girls in here with me.

Sarah is working as a prison guard while I’m locked up.

She’s doing her best to help me survive the danger lurking around every concrete corner.

But I don’t care if these scum want me dead and gone.

I’m not ready to face the reaper – not yet.

Because, before I go, I’ve got one thing left to do:

Drag Sarah in my cell and put a baby inside her.

REAPER IS A DARK BAD boy romance thriller suspense. This MC motorcycle club love story is about an imprisoned biker and the innocent prison guard who is brought into his world. Their hot chemistry leads to an unexpected baby and more. If you like alpha male biker romance novels, you’ll love REAPER by Nina Park.

Chapter 1

Kurt

Kurt had gone plenty of nights without sleep before—doing long-distance rides with the Dogs, or partying until the sun came up. Maybe he'd be a little groggy or punchy the next day depending on how much he'd been drinking or watching the lines on the highway, but overall, he was able to shake off the after-effects and do whatever the MC required of him.

But going a whole night without sleep in River Oak was something else entirely.

After Wilder's not-so-veiled threat, Kurt had spent every minute in his bunk with his back to the wall. Every muscle in his body was tensed, ready to spring into action if Wilder tried anything. His mind played out a hundred different possibilities in the event of a confrontation—most of them involving some form of injury, since the odds of escaping a close-quarters fight unscathed when he was unarmed and facing a blade seemed fairly hopeless.

Whenever Wilder shifted in the upper bunk, Kurt clenched, preparing to defend himself. There were even a couple of times when Wilder hopped down from his bunk to piss—and as he did, he leered across the cell, savoring Kurt's anxiety before climbing back up. Kurt was sure that Wilder was even moving around in his bed more than usual, enjoying the knowledge that every creak of the springs set Kurt on edge.

And through it all, a part of Kurt's brain kept insisting that no matter how much he tried to prepare himself for an attack, it didn't matter. This would be his last night on earth, and there wasn't a goddamn thing he could do about it.

He'd been in plenty of life-threatening situations before, and he'd always managed to keep his cool, so he was surprised by the fear that accompanied these thoughts. After a while, he understood that he'd previously been prepared to accept death as long as he'd been living as a free man and a Dog.

But not like this. Not curled up in a cage with a number instead of a name, wearing prison-issue clothes and lying on prison-issue sheets, staring at drab walls and smelling the sweat and shit of his fellow inmates.

This was no way for a man to die. But in this place, it happened all the time, and often went unpunished.

And why? Because he'd let himself get too drunk and too morbid on the anniversary of his family's death, and lost control in what turned out to be the most crucial moment in his life. He silently wished, prayed, begged to take that moment back—just as most of the men in River Oak focused on that one mistake, that one bad decision that put them in here, and swore they'd do anything to erase it.

One moment. One split-second choice made differently, and he'd have been home in bed or riding with the Dogs right now, and Sarah wouldn't be putting herself at risk every day.

By the night's final hour, the tension in Kurt's shoulders was making his head throb like it was being smacked with a hammer, and he hated absolutely everyone in the world.

He hated Sarah for making him care about her, when those feelings had no place in this hellhole. He hated Ron for sending her in here as a guard without knowing the first fucking thing about how this place worked. He hated Bear for forgetting his oath to his fellow Dogs, for being weak enough to let the Aryans piss all over his sworn brothers instead of telling Ron or fighting back.

He hated his parents for abandoning him, alone and defenseless, to spend the rest of his life chasing a new family and a sense of belonging he'd never truly feel like he deserved. He hated his wife and son for dying and leaving him in a bottomless pit of grief and despair.

Most of all, he hated himself. For everything, for his whole life, for every decision that led to him being locked in here.

Finally, the lights in the cell block flickered on and the barred doors slid open. Kurt tried to relax his