Ruthless (Book 3): Violent Spawn MC, #3

By Zoey Parker

This is book 3 and the finale of the Violent Spawn MC series! 

There's no telling what he'll do if I get too close.

CORA

I gave him my body to save my brother's life.

It was the only way to protect him.

But it's about to cost me everything.

I did everything that Finn demanded in exchange for my brother's freedom.

Now, I'm standing in his bedroom.

Chained.

Bare.

Shivering.

Then, the man who owns me now opens the door and do his worst.

His cruel, beautiful lips part and he says four little words that make my blood run cold:

"You're mine now, princess."

FINN

The sassy little girl thought she could tell me how to run my business.

Hell no.

Oliver is a damn good recruit, and I ain't about to let her march in and steal him from under my nose.

I don't give a damn if she IS his big sister.

As far as I'm concerned, she's just a mouthy brat with a desperate need for a spanking.

But she's persistent as hell.

And I'm sick of her standing in my doorway.

So I make her a deal, one I never thought she'd accept.

Bend over for me, and I'll let your brother go.

She'd have to be crazy to say yes.

A man like me doesn't exactly play nice with his bedmates.

On the contrary – I bend them 'til they break.

Take them 'til they scream.

Then I kick them out, naked and afraid. Not my problem anymore.

But to my surprise, she agrees.

And I get ready to do everything I warned her would happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393731610

Book preview

Ruthless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Violent Spawn MC Book 3)

By Zoey Parker

There’s no telling what he’ll do if I get too close.

CORA

I gave him my body to save my brother’s life.

It was the only way to protect him.

But it’s about to cost me everything.

I did everything that Finn demanded in exchange for my brother’s freedom.

Now, I’m standing in his bedroom.

Chained.

Bare.

Shivering.

Then, the man who owns me now opens the door and do his worst.

His cruel, beautiful lips part and he says four little words that make my blood run cold:

You’re mine now, princess.

FINN

The sassy little girl thought she could tell me how to run my business.

Hell no.

Oliver is a damn good recruit, and I ain’t about to let her march in and steal him from under my nose.

I don’t give a damn if she IS his big sister.

As far as I’m concerned, she’s just a mouthy brat with a desperate need for a spanking.

But she’s persistent as hell.

And I’m sick of her standing in my doorway.

So I make her a deal, one I never thought she’d accept.

Bend over for me, and I’ll let your brother go.

She’d have to be crazy to say yes.

A man like me doesn’t exactly play nice with his bedmates.

On the contrary – I bend them ‘til they break.

Take them ‘til they scream.

Then I kick them out, naked and afraid. Not my problem anymore.

But to my surprise, she agrees.

And I get ready to do everything I warned her would happen.

Chapter 1

Cora

It was easy to spot her family’s home, even when they were half a block away. Someone had tied a series of balloons to the old mailbox. They dipped and spun in the air in three different shades of blue. At least seven cars were lined up on either side of the street, but Cora knew most of the partygoers were residents of the park and wouldn’t be driving in.

Finn navigated his car into one of the few spots available and shifted into park. They’d had to swing by his place and get his four-door because her two-seater wouldn’t have fit Oliver and the extra stuff. It was a fair trade, but it made them look more like a couple than she would have liked.

Everyone ready? he asked.

Finn had changed into a loose collared shirt and a nice pair of jeans and cowboy boots. Cora had to admit he looked good. No, she amended, not just good. He looked like he belonged on a hot cowboy poster.

Sure. Oliver was sitting in the backseat, tucked between several buckets of cookies and a couple of bottles of wine. He did not look happy. In fact, he looked tired, angry, and dirty. The dirty came from the fact that the left side of his face was smeared in dirt. How it happened and why had been a short discussion, where all Oliver would say was that he didn’t want to talk about it.

Cora hadn’t been willing to push, mostly because she knew that on Oliver’s phone were incriminating photos about her relationship with Finn.

Yeah, Cora said.

Don’t everyone sound excited. Finn shook his head, making his long fall of pitch-black hair sway back and forth. It’s not like we aren’t getting free food and good company.

Neither Oliver nor Cora responded. Oliver because he was being a very angry teenager, and Cora because she wasn’t so sure about the second part. Most of these people she didn’t know or hadn’t known for many years. What would they think about her showing up with Finn, the town enforcer?

There’s my girl!

Lucas Anderson came down the steps wearing the ugliest Kiss the Chef apron she had ever seen. It flapped as he crossed the short span of yard between the trailer and the line of cars already parked up and down the street. Apparently, Sam Anderson had not been lying when she’d spoken of a list.

Hi, Dad.

His beefy arms came around her in a great big hug. He smelled of meat and ivory soap. It was a nice combination. He gave her a squeeze and then stepped back to look down at her with shining eyes. You look so pretty, little girl, he said, his voice nearly cracking. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Oliver.

Cora didn’t particularly want to look at Oliver, but she knew what her father saw. The teenage boy looked two days past sleep, and his signature hoodie had a large smear of dirt going down one arm. Cora had offered to take him home to change, but Oliver got surly about it.

Well, look at you, their dad said, his voice booming with pride. Forgot how tall you are. Gonna be my height soon enough. What happened to your jacket?

It’s a hoodie, Oliver snapped, as if the distinction was very important. He looked down so his hair covered his face.

Well, all right, but what happened to it?

Oliver shrugged, making the dirty fabric tent up with the motion. He shoved his hands into the front pocket with enough force to send a puff of drying dust into the air. Fell.

Lucas’s big watery eyes filled with concern. He put a big hand on Oliver’s shoulder and looked him over. Cora could clearly see what her father thought. I fell was boy code for I got into a fight. Cora didn’t think Oliver had been fighting. There were no bruises that she could see, but she still didn’t know what her brother had been doing in the upper-class district of Carson.

You sure you’re—

I said I fell. Oliver yanked his shoulder out of Lucas’s grasp. I’m going to go get something to drink.

Her father’s face began to fall, and Cora felt a short-lived desire to throttle Oliver for his attitude. He’s fine, she said, stepping in to put some balm on the moment. We just didn’t have time to go home and change after picking up dessert and wine.

Yeah, well, all right, Lucas said, the smile no longer reaching his eyes. He watched the back of Oliver as the teenager dashed past twenty or so other party guests and into the trailer. So long as he’s okay.

He’s a little grumpy that he’s not going to see a concert tomorrow, Finn explained, stepping forward and offering his hand. Don’t take it personally.

Understanding softened her dad’s features. He shoved his hand against Finn’s and gave it a good hearty shake. He’s really partial to his music. Likes to listen all day long and half into the night. I got him some fancy headphones last year, saved up for a whole month. They connect right up to his computer. No wires or anything. He can walk all through the house without missing it. We’ve met before, right? Sorry if I don’t remember. My memory isn’t as great as it used to be.

I’m Finn, sir. Finn Marks. I run the auto shop Oliver works at.

Ah! I remember now. How is he doing there?

Finn didn’t