Shafted (Book 2): Midnight Riders MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

This is book 2 of the Midnight Riders MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Ever been shafted 'til the sun came up?

I have.

I can't say I didn't deserve it.

After all, Cole warned me to stay away.

He said it over and over again:

That he was a dangerous man.

That I was poking my nose where it didn't belong.

That, if I kept coming back to his clubhouse, he was going to do something to me.

Something I might not like.

He was right about everything…

Except for that last part.

Because when he took me…

When he shoved me against the wall, ripped away my clothes, and claimed me with one hard, throbbing kiss…

I didn't just like it… I loved it.

But falling for a biker is the worst thing I could do right now.

And no matter how good it feels, sleeping with Cole won't make my sister reappear.

I'm the only one left who still cares enough to keep searching for her.

Without me, she's gone forever.

Maybe I can convince Cole to take up my cause.

Maybe he knows something about where she went, or why.

So when he said he'd help me, I thought I'd finally found an ally.

But I was dead wrong.

Because what I'm about to learn is this:

Cole isn't a good man at all.

As a matter of fact… he was the last one to see my sister alive.

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It's the hottest story of the year! SHAFTED is a dark romantic thriller suspense with more twists and turns than a roller coaster! You're going to love this story of a powerful alpha male biker with a dark past and a filthy mouth. His chemistry with this innocent girl is off-the-charts, but in this motorcycle club series, nothing is what it seems. You've been warned – now it's time to get started! Enjoy getting SHAFTED!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393846895

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Shafted: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Midnight Riders MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

Ever been shafted ‘til the sun came up?

I HAVE.

I can’t say I didn’t deserve it.

After all, Cole warned me to stay away.

He said it over and over again:

That he was a dangerous man.

That I was poking my nose where it didn’t belong.

That, if I kept coming back to his clubhouse, he was going to do something to me.

Something I might not like.

He was right about everything...

Except for that last part.

Because when he took me...

When he shoved me against the wall, ripped away my clothes, and claimed me with one hard, throbbing kiss...

I didn’t just like it... I loved it.

But falling for a biker is the worst thing I could do right now.

And no matter how good it feels, sleeping with Cole won’t make my sister reappear.

I’m the only one left who still cares enough to keep searching for her.

Without me, she’s gone forever.

Maybe I can convince Cole to take up my cause.

Maybe he knows something about where she went, or why.

So when he said he’d help me, I thought I’d finally found an ally.

But I was dead wrong.

Because what I’m about to learn is this:

Cole isn’t a good man at all.

As a matter of fact... he was the last one to see my sister alive.

IT’S THE HOTTEST STORY of the year! SHAFTED is a dark romantic thriller suspense with more twists and turns than a roller coaster! You’re going to love this story of a powerful alpha male biker with a dark past and a filthy mouth. His chemistry with this innocent girl is off-the-charts, but in this motorcycle club series, nothing is what it seems. You’ve been warned – now it’s time to get started! Enjoy getting SHAFTED!

Chapter 1

Alena

As soon as I got home , I went straight upstairs to a hot shower. I had to get the feel of that man’s hands off my body. It felt like my clothes carried his stench, though that was probably my imagination. The mix of smoke, booze and sweat were stuck in my head. I smelled him all over me, and washed my hair twice to get rid of him.

Once I’d finished scrubbing my skin as hard as I could without taking it off, I wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror with a towel. Who was that haunted girl? The one with the dark circles under her eyes, who looked so jumpy and full of dread? That couldn’t be me. I looked as though I’d aged ten years in two days.

What the hell was I doing? I stared at my reflection, questioning everything that had happened. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up in trouble just like Sara was. And what help would I be to her then? Getting myself killed wouldn’t bring her home. I had to be more careful.

As terrified as I was, I could see that quitting wasn’t an option. I’d told that man—whoever he was—that I would leave the club alone. At the time, I would have told him anything he wanted to hear. I might even have believed it at the moment, when I was terrified. Now that the moment was over, and I was thinking more clearly, it was obvious I was closer than ever to finding out what happened to my sister. Why else would I have a knife held to my throat? The guy had threatened to kill me. He was scared.

But so was I. I knew I couldn’t cross him again, because next time he’d go through with killing me, or at least seriously hurting me. I would be easier if I knew who he was. Maybe I could ask Cole. If I described him, he might know who threatened me. That would mean admitting I’d been to the bar, though, when he specifically told me to stay away. That idea was out. Besides, since when was I considering Cole my protector? What a joke. He was easily the most dangerous out of all of them.

I watched as my eyes filled with tears. I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t. Sara needed me. Why couldn’t she have listened to me when I begged her to be smart and stay away from the club?

I thought about all the little firsts she’d experienced, the ones I’d been lucky enough to witness. Her first steps. Her first words. I taught her to ride a bike. I remembered the way my heart was in my throat when I first let go of her. She’d gotten all the way to the end of the block before she realized she was alone. Then, of course, she fell. I remembered bandaging her knee later on.

Her first day of school. I walked her there, since Mom was at work. I was late for school, but by then the teachers didn’t seem to pay attention. They all knew the score. I was raising a kid.

The first boyfriend. Oh, that had almost killed me. She was only twelve, and it was all innocent enough, even though I knew twelve-year-olds could be pretty sexually savvy, even more than they were when I was that age. I’d read up on the trends for kids her age, like the color-coded sex bracelets—she wasn’t allowed to have them, not even the innocent ones—and the cringe-worthy trend of getting drunk by soaking tampons in booze so the smell didn’t show on the breath. It was a real eye-opener, but I’d done my best to keep her on the straight and narrow by staying ahead of things like that.

Then came the first heartbreak. That was just the worst. I was still young enough for my own memories of heartbreak to be fresh. I remembered struggling not to cry right along with her.

Somebody was trying to take her away from me. I couldn’t step aside and let them get away with it, even if it put me in danger.

I was startled by the sound of the doorbell, jumping and shrieking a little. My heart took off at a gallop. He’d followed me here. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me go so easily. He’d only waited for me to relax so that I wouldn’t be on my guard. Now he was going to attack me where nobody could disturb us this time.

I looked around for a weapon, but I was in the bathroom, so there wasn’t much to choose from. My eyes fell on a curling iron, the hair dryer. Hairspray? Would it work like mace?

I picked up my phone instead, creeping down the stairs with it. The doorbell sounded again, then again. Whoever was there was in a hurry.

I’m calling 9-1-1! I shouted, digging my nails into the palm of my free hand to keep my voice from sounding scared. I dialed the number, my thumb poised over the Call button. I mean it! I’m doing it right now so you’d better leave!

Alena, it’s me. Open the door. Cole. I breathed a sigh of relief, then thought twice. Was he any better than the alternative? I didn’t know if I could trust him any more than the rest of the club. I had to give this some thought. Maybe he’d found out I’d been there earlier, and he came here to punish me. He sounded pretty angry. I’d gone too far this time.

Then I remembered how he’d kissed me. He couldn’t want to hurt me, not if he kissed me the way he had. If he wanted to, he could have hurt me in my car, or taken me to his house to do it. He was here because he wanted me to be safe. I had to believe that.

I opened the door. I wanted to know how he found me—was it really that easy? Could my friend with the knife find me, too?

Before I could say a word, he pushed his way into the house and shut the door. There went my heart again, faster than ever. He was enraged, his face bright red. I shrank against the wall, instantly regretting letting him in but knowing he could easily have broken the door down if he felt like it. He leaned in, one hand on either side of my head.

What the fuck were you doing at the bar? He was close to me, nearly screaming in my face. Didn’t I warn you? Do you think this is some kind of game?

No! I don’t! I nearly peed myself, I was so terrified. I was shaking, flinching away from his fury. Just like the guy at the bar, he meant business.

Then why can’t you listen? Why do you keep coming back for more when I’ve done everything I could to warn you? He punched the wall, nowhere near my head, but it was still enough to make me scream softly, almost curling up in a ball. I