Fender (Book 3): Blacktop Chaos MC, #3

By Sophia Gray

This is book 3 and the finale of the Blacktop Chaos MC series!

They took her from me. I'll fight like hell to get her back.

It was forbidden from the start.

But I couldn't live without her.

They tore us apart and threw me into exile.

Now, the time has come to fight for what's mine.

FENDER

I'm not supposed to lay a finger on her.

But having her near me, every hour of every day?

No man is that much of a saint.

It was only a matter of time before I made her mine.

I stroke that curvaceous little body and I make her gasp and moan and scream as I claim her.

I don't regret what I've done.

But then her father finds out, and throws me to the wolves.

Without me, she's unprotected. Vulnerable. Endangered.

I vowed to guard Vivian with my life.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

But sometimes I wonder if I'm really her protector…

…or if I'm the man who will be her downfall.

VIVIAN

As the leader of the Blacktop Chaos Motorcycle Club, my father is a powerful man.

No one dares defy him.

But then an unknown enemy attacks me, and all bets are off.

My father names Fender—the one man I've sworn to avoid—as my bodyguard and my protector.

Fender is relentless, as he gazes at me with those dark blue eyes.

I'm no match for his raw masculinity. For the power he exudes.

It goes against every rule in the book when Fender claims me, marks me, takes my very soul.

It's pure ecstasy.

But when my father discovers our sins, Fender is banished.

Leaving me alone…

And taking my last chance at happiness with him.

Can I risk everything to fight for the man I love?

***

FENDER is a dark romance with sex MC romance series about a love that was never meant to be. Fender and Vivian are polar opposites, but opposites attract in this new adult contemporary romance about an alpha male biker and the woman he is sworn to love and protect. Their passion makes this motorcycle club romance book one worth reading right now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393238690

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Fender: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blacktop Chaos MC Book 3)

By Sophia Gray

They took her from me. I’ll fight like hell to get her back.

IT WAS FORBIDDEN FROM the start.

But I couldn’t live without her.

They tore us apart and threw me into exile.

Now, the time has come to fight for what’s mine.

FENDER

I’m not supposed to lay a finger on her.

But having her near me, every hour of every day?

No man is that much of a saint.

It was only a matter of time before I made her mine.

I stroke that curvaceous little body and I make her gasp and moan and scream as I claim her.

I don’t regret what I’ve done.

But then her father finds out, and throws me to the wolves.

Without me, she’s unprotected. Vulnerable. Endangered.

I vowed to guard Vivian with my life.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

But sometimes I wonder if I’m really her protector...

...or if I’m the man who will be her downfall.

VIVIAN

As the leader of the Blacktop Chaos Motorcycle Club, my father is a powerful man.

No one dares defy him.

But then an unknown enemy attacks me, and all bets are off.

My father names Fender—the one man I’ve sworn to avoid—as my bodyguard and my protector.

Fender is relentless, as he gazes at me with those dark blue eyes.

I’m no match for his raw masculinity. For the power he exudes.

It goes against every rule in the book when Fender claims me, marks me, takes my very soul.

It’s pure ecstasy.

But when my father discovers our sins, Fender is banished.

Leaving me alone...

And taking my last chance at happiness with him.

Can I risk everything to fight for the man I love?

FENDER IS A DARK ROMANCE with sex MC romance series about a love that was never meant to be. Fender and Vivian are polar opposites, but opposites attract in this new adult contemporary romance about an alpha male biker and the woman he is sworn to love and protect. Their passion makes this motorcycle club romance book one worth reading right now!

Chapter 1

Vivian

Before I can move, Branden reaches into the trunk and grabs me. I don’t know where we are, but the crunch of gravel along with the scent of moldy leaves makes me think we’re out in the country, far away from Big Hill.

Branden leers at me, digging his fingers deep into my upper arms. It hurts, but I’m almost too scared to make a sound. I’m aware that everything I do and everything I say will make a difference in whether or not I survive.

If I survive, I think bleakly.

Come on, Branden grunts. He heaves me out of the trunk and sets me down on the ground. Instantly, I feel a nasty chill work through my body. My teeth are chattering and there are goose bumps standing up on my exposed skin, but I can’t even cover myself with my arms. I’m wearing jeans and a thin shirt, but I feel like I might as well be naked. Texas has never felt this cold before. If we’re even still in Texas.

Branden wraps his porky fingers around my wrist and drags me across the driveway. There’s an ugly house with wooden shingles a few yards away. Bright floodlights are attached to the beams of the roof, and they cast glaring, yellow light over the driveway. I try glancing around but Branden smacks me in the face, making my cheek sting in pain.

Don’t look, bitch, Branden grunts. To Alan, he calls: Why the hell didn’t we make sure she had a blindfold?

Alan chuckles. Dunno, boss, he replies. Ain’t like she’s gonna be making it out of this house, anyway.

A cold lump of fear swells in my throat and my mouth is suddenly filled with the taste of iron. I wish that I were stronger, that I’d had some kind of martial arts training.

I think back to the days when I was a little girl. My dad always told me that I was too soft, but that it was okay because I’d always be protected. Now I wish I’d actually done something about my own lack of physical strength. When I was growing up, it wasn’t really fashionable for girls to be strong. After all, I was Texas born and bred. Only the girls we suspected were lesbians could climb the rope in gym class, and cheerleading was about the only exercise that a girl could do and still remain ladylike. Even my dad, leader of Blacktop Chaos, had made sure that I never so much as strained myself.

Yeah, Branden grunts. He snickers, staring into my face. The red birthmark splashed across his cheek is glaring in the harsh yellow light. I stare defiantly into his eyes for a second, trying to appear tough and strong.

Come on, Alan says, jerking his head towards the ugly little house. It’s fuckin’ cold outside. He shivers. What a fuckin’ winter!

You’re such a pussy, Branden says, almost affectionately. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. The way these men are talking is like I’m not even here. It’s a fact that makes me both angry and relieved. Maybe they’re not planning to do anything that harsh. Maybe they’re just planning to keep me as a hostage until my dad can pay up.

Alan leads the way across the gravel driveway and into the wooden-shingled house. Branden drags me like someone would drag a sack of cat litter or potatoes. At first, I try resisting–I kick and struggle against the ropes. But Branden turns his head to me, glaring with such intensity that I stop moving almost immediately. My cheek is still stinging from his last slap, and I know there are much worse things he could do.

I don’t want to be a coward. I try to think like my father or like Fender—what would they do if they were in a situation like this? Never mind the fact that I’m sure Fender would never be stupid enough to get caught, bound, and held hostage.

Think, think! I order myself, closing my eyes and racking my brain. I know that I need to save my strength, but I can’t keep from panicking.

Branden hauls me up the stairs and into the dark foyer of the house. Instantly, my senses are assaulted with a foul, musty smell that creeps into my nostrils like the stench of death.

As if reading my mind, Branden calls out, It smells like somebody fuckin’ died in here!

Alan’s eerie laughter is behind us. The sounds lick up the walls and echo over my ears, making me shudder.

Boss, we haven’t been here in ages, Alan says quietly, as if he’s realized I’m listening to their every word. You know this place is off limits.

I frown. What the hell does he mean, off limits? Does that mean they’ve kidnapped me against the wishes of whomever they’re working for? The thought makes me shiver. If this wasn’t an organized kidnapping, what the hell are they doing with me?

I remember a story I overheard from Dad once. He never talked about club business, but once, when I was in middle school,