Pax (Book 3): Hellriders MC, #3

By Zoey Parker

This is book 3 and the finale of the Hellriders MC series!

He stole me to use me… and I let him have everything he wanted.

I just want to do my job: nursing people back to health.

So when I find a dying man on the side of the road, my instincts kick in.

But I should've stayed far, far away.

Because as soon as I stop to help, a man shows up.

He says his name is Pax, and that I have to come with him to help save this injured soldier.

And we have to leave… Right. Now.

It's hard to say no to a man like Pax.

He towers over me, with tattoos inked on his broad chest and rippling biceps.

The bulging zipper of his jeans tells me he's hungry to strip me bare.

And the heat between my legs wants him to do exactly that.

But right now, time is of the essence.

I swore an oath to care for human life.

I have no choice but to go along for the ride.

We manage to save his MC brother's life.

But now there's a new life in danger…

MINE.

The same men who almost killed Peyton's second-in-command are desperate for more innocent blood.

And now, my life is on the line.

I fear I'll never make it home alive.

And when everything disintegrates, and I'm taken captive by cold-blooded monsters, my only thought is:

I hope I don't die before I can tell Pax he's the only man I'll ever love.

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Wrong place at the wrong time – or is it? Jamie never wanted to end up as a toy for an alpha male bad boy biker, but when she stops to save his life, that's exactly what she becomes, in this dark MC romance from motorcycle club romance rock star author Zoey Parker. Love, sex, action, adventure, passion – all of it combines to make PAX the best motorcycle club romance series you'll read all year!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386656074

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Pax: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hellriders MC Book 3)

By Zoey Parker

He stole me to use me... and I let him have everything he wanted.

I JUST WANT TO DO MY job: nursing people back to health.

So when I find a dying man on the side of the road, my instincts kick in.

But I should’ve stayed far, far away.

Because as soon as I stop to help, a man shows up.

He says his name is Pax, and that I have to come with him to help save this injured soldier.

And we have to leave... Right. Now.

It’s hard to say no to a man like Pax.

He towers over me, with tattoos inked on his broad chest and rippling biceps.

The bulging zipper of his jeans tells me he’s hungry to strip me bare.

And the heat between my legs wants him to do exactly that.

But right now, time is of the essence.

I swore an oath to care for human life.

I have no choice but to go along for the ride.

We manage to save his MC brother’s life.

But now there’s a new life in danger...

MINE.

The same men who almost killed Peyton’s second-in-command are desperate for more innocent blood.

And now, my life is on the line.

I fear I’ll never make it home alive.

And when everything disintegrates, and I’m taken captive by cold-blooded monsters, my only thought is:

I hope I don’t die before I can tell Pax he’s the only man I’ll ever love.

Chapter 1

Jamie

I’d been here about a day, and already, I was so frustrated I could scream. Alex wasn’t bad company necessarily, but I found that he was a bit of a motor mouth. And he was only nineteen. I’d actually made a point of asking him because I was really worked up by the idea that he might be sixteen or seventeen and already part of a gang.

Club, whatever.

But he was nineteen, which made him a legally consenting adult yet still a jackass. Boys didn’t get out of that jackass phase until about thirty, I’d decided, and for Alex, it might even take longer.

Still, he seemed like a good kid. Very eager to please. But right in that moment, I didn’t want to have a conversation. We were sitting at the kitchen table, having coffee and some semblance of breakfast. Alex had tried to cook, despite me insisting that I could handle it. He seemed eager to impress, but unfortunately, he’d mostly just managed to burn everything.

I sipped at my coffee, which was lukewarm now. My eyes were bloodshot, and I felt pale, tired. I was tired. I’d slept pretty terribly the night before. I was plagued by terrible dreams about men with guns, men running me off the road, and men pinning me to the ground and trying to hurt me. In the dreams, I’d always awoken before things got really bad, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still terrifying.

At least half a dozen times I’d woken up in the night, sweating and panting, my heart racing from fear.

The whole experience had left me cranky, and I was trying to be friendly with Alex, but he was just grating on my nerves. Of course, he was still a better option than Kato.

Kato was still feeling poorly after his ordeal, not that I could blame him. Although he was up and moving around with no real trouble, it was clear that it wore him out quickly. He was often pale and out of breath, no doubt a result of his injuries. Yesterday, after Pax had left, I’d tried to give him a quick check up, but he’d brushed me off like an annoying bug.

What is your problem with me? I’d demanded angrily.

He’d turned his sharp eyes on me, his brows pulled low over them, tension radiating from him. I don’t fucking trust you. Don’t think for a minute that I do.

Well, I definitely didn’t after that. I didn’t know why, and I’d thought about asking for an answer, but he’d stormed off quickly after that. And while I was okay pushing Pax’s buttons—for reasons I didn’t wholly understand given how well I didn’t know him—I didn’t feel comfortable doing the same with Kato. There was something about Pax that had me convinced he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not deliberately. But I didn’t share that same feeling with Kato.

What do you think?

I was brought back to the present by Alex’s question. I shook my head to refocus on him and found that he was staring at me, his expression open, his head cocked slightly to the side. He looked like a damn puppy.

Um, I’m sorry, what? I had completely missed whatever it was he was talking about. What did I think about what?

Kato, he prompted. When I still stared at him blankly, he added in annoyance, Do you think he’s doing okay? I mean, is he recovering right and stuff?

Oh, Kato. Of course. Really, I wanted to tell him that Kato needed to be checked into a hospital—both a regular one and a mental one. But that seemed bitchy, and I already knew what they thought about taking people to hospitals.

Because they’re all crazy.

I guess he’s recovering fine, I told Alex. I didn’t really feel like talking about it.

But he seems really...slow. Not like, mentally but you know. Slow. Moving. Like he’s got a limp or something. Alex prattled on for several more long sentences, and the urge to shove something in his mouth just to shut him up was pretty strong.

It was going to be a long couple of days being stuck here with him. I missed Pax already.

His body is just trying to finish repairs, I told him blandly. I glanced out the window at the pretty scenery outside. It really was a beautiful location. The trees outside were a combination of conifers and deciduous, their leaves just starting to change color. There were wildflowers in the cleared area surrounding the house, and from the back patio, I could see the mountains off in the distance.

Gorgeous.

But a gorgeous prison was still a prison.

I opened my mouth to say more on the subject of Kato’s recovery when I froze. Did I just see something move outside? Something that was definitely not a cute and furry animal? Did you see—? But I didn’t get the chance to ask if Alex had seen anyone.

Glass shattered from the window I’d just been staring out when a rock smashed through it. I let out a yell of surprise, and Alex got up so fast that he knocked his chair back. What the fuck? he got out, then a gunshot rang out through the otherwise still air. I dropped down to the ground, falling out of my chair.

Alex let out a cry of pain, then stumbled back into the kitchen counter, his left hand pressing against his right shoulder.

When I looked up at him, I saw blood seeping from between his fingers. He’d been hit. Oh my God, he was shot. I scrambled over to him, still low on the ground. Just as I was about to get up to check on his wound, another shot rang out. This one also hit Alex. But not in the shoulder. No, it hit him in the guts, blood pouring from his abdomen.

This was bad. Very bad. Shoulder wounds hurt and they could be fatal, but they were easier to treat. Easier to take the bullet out. But a hit to the stomach? The bullet could move around in there. It could hit vital organs. And if it wasn’t operated on quickly, it almost always resulted in