Naughty Biker (Book 2): Sin Reapers MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

This is book 2 of the Sin Reapers MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I took a filthy ride on a naughty biker – and it might cost me my life.

LUCY

I should leave and start over.

But I'm nothing without that warrior by my side.

Or above me. Beneath me. Behind me.

Making me HIS with every touch.

The body count is rising and so are the stakes in the wake of my father's death.

The Sin Reapers need Max if the club is going to survive an unexpected betrayal.

But I need him more.

MAX

All that matters are my club and my clients.

I was more than capable of handling myself.

Until Lucy.

Her innocence just begs for me to take it.

Each time she brings those curvy hips down on me, submitting to me with that innocent gaze, it feels like the first time all over again.

She's mine and I'll never let her go.

But my enemies are forcing my hand.

After this last fight, I'm getting her out of here for good.

Unless they take her from me first.

But they'd better be careful.

Because I'll go through heaven and hell to get her back.

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Looking for a hot dark romance with sex and passion? Look no further! NAUGHTY BIKER is a new adult contemporary romance with an unexpected twist. The romantic suspense between alpha male bad boy biker Max and innocent damsel Lucy is enough to make your heart do backflips. If you love bad boy motorcycle club romance, then you'll love NAUGHTY BIKER.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393991410

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Naughty Biker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Sin Reapers MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

I took a filthy ride on a naughty biker – and it might cost me my life.

LUCY

I should leave and start over.

But I’m nothing without that warrior by my side.

Or above me. Beneath me. Behind me.

Making me HIS with every touch.

The body count is rising and so are the stakes in the wake of my father’s death.

The Sin Reapers need Max if the club is going to survive an unexpected betrayal.

But I need him more.

MAX

All that matters are my club and my clients.

I was more than capable of handling myself.

Until Lucy.

Her innocence just begs for me to take it.

Each time she brings those curvy hips down on me, submitting to me with that innocent gaze, it feels like the first time all over again.

She’s mine and I’ll never let her go.

But my enemies are forcing my hand.

After this last fight, I’m getting her out of here for good.

Unless they take her from me first.

But they’d better be careful.

Because I’ll go through heaven and hell to get her back.

LOOKING FOR A HOT DARK romance with sex and passion? Look no further! NAUGHTY BIKER is a new adult contemporary romance with an unexpected twist. The romantic suspense between alpha male bad boy biker Max and innocent damsel Lucy is enough to make your heart do backflips. If you love bad boy motorcycle club romance, then you’ll love NAUGHTY BIKER.

Chapter 1

Max

Violence.

There were probably some people in the world who would go the rest of their lives without seeing what true violence was. People who lived in little suburban neighborhoods in cookie cutter houses, oblivious to what the real world was like other than the nightly news talking about things that made those people just shake their heads and mutter about how they just couldn’t believe how there were some people who could do things like that.

I wasn’t one of those people and probably never would be. Violence was a dirty word, but it was in my vocabulary and used often. Did I like it? No, at least, I didn’t think so, but it was there, always lurking just around the next corner. It was part of the life I’d chosen to live and it was part of the life I’d lived before that.

You didn’t avoid violence in foster care any more than you avoided jumping from home to home.

But just because I was used to it and I expected it, didn’t mean I enjoyed it. I didn’t have to take pleasure from necessary things, I just had to do them.

That was what had happened last night. I should have known things couldn’t go smoothly with Blade and the Slayers. They were into some bad shit and I’d started hearing that it wasn’t just hard drugs and arms deals that they were getting involved with either. It was worse than that, the kinds of things I had always promised myself I would never get behind. I wasn’t a pimp and I didn’t like the idea of human trafficking, but I had to do something. I told myself that whatever the Slayers were into, the Sin Reapers didn’t have to follow. We could coexist, split the territory and the profits, then go on our merry way.

I told myself that over and over again, but it was almost impossible to believe. How could I claim I wasn’t a party to those sorts of activities when I was taking some cut in the profits they were making?

It didn’t sit well with me. None of it did. But funds were low. Members were low. And if we didn’t make peace with the Slayers, we’d have to make war, and I wasn’t dumb enough to think we could win that. Not now.

But even with all that knowledge—the Slayers, Blade, the drugs, and the prostitution—I never would have been prepared for last night. How could I have been?

What the hell is this?

A present. I hope you like it.

I shuddered at the memory of our conversation that night. How eager and pleased Blade had been with himself. I still didn’t know if it was because he enjoyed torturing others—which wasn’t a bad guess—or if it was because he knew the guy had been lying all the while. The problem was, I couldn’t rule out the second possibility no matter how much I figured the first was true.

A good faith present. A favor, if you will.

And why would this present of yours matter to us?

Because this is the man who made the Preacher kill himself.

Those words would echo and rattle around in my mind like ghosts for the rest of my life. I would never be able to be completely rid of them, no matter how hard I might try. They’d been perfect, regardless of the truth. Just enough to get our blood and anger pumping, but not concrete enough to really give us anything.

It was widely known that the Preacher had killed himself. There’d been a gun, a pool of blood, a hole in his head, and most importantly of all, a note. It hadn’t been detailed. It hadn’t given much by way of reasoning, but it had been there. And it had been in the Preacher’s handwriting. Both Lucy and her mother had confirmed that much and it didn’t matter how much everyone would like to argue: there was no denying the note wasn’t a forgery.

If it were a suicide, as it seemed, the Sin Reapers were left floundering about. Code stated that the death of a member should be avenged, because members were family, but how did you avenge the death of a member when they killed themselves? None of us were quite sure, so to find some evidence, any evidence at all, that might suggest that there had been more at work here, gave us all a little hope.

At least, it would when I told everyone about it. As of yet, I hadn’t.

I was lying on the bed upstairs, staring blankly at the ceiling. Lucy had showered, dressed, and left, but I hadn’t even moved since breakfast. We’d argued and it’d been bad, but what could I tell her? The truth?

That almost made me laugh, though it was hardly what anyone would call funny. Lucy was in a bad place right now, lost at sea after finding her father’s body, and I probably shouldn’t have told her the things I told her. But I didn’t have a lot of options. She wanted to leave; I couldn’t let her. Not yet.

Now that Lucy was gone for the day, to work on something safe and boring, I couldn’t help but think of how it had gone down the night before. I’d screwed up, bad, but there was nothing to be done about it. I couldn’t walk away.

Blade and the Slayers left, but Bills and I lingered behind. The man hung by his bound hands off a