Zeke (Book 3): Slayers MC, #3

By Zoey Parker

This is book 3 and the finale of the Slayers MC romance series! 

I won't take no for an answer.

The innocent beauty must've missed the memo:

I own everything that walks in this bar.

She might have her hands full with the mechanical bull right now.

But by the time this night is over, she'll be riding something else instead:

ME.

I don't care if she wants to put up a fight.

I'm happy to fight her all night long.

On MY terms.

That means savage. Sweaty. And RAW.

One last thing: before I can get little Bailey bucking between my sheets, I've got business to take care of.

There's a new gang in town showing me a hell of a lot of disrespect.

I'll have to take care of them before I take care of her.

But believe me, princess.

Once I've handled the SOBs intruding on my MC's territory, I'm coming back home to handle you.

Get ready for the ride of your life.

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It's dirty, it's dark, and it's oh-so-right: this dark MC romance is full of the kind of hot sex that will make your jaw drop, and the sweet love that will make your heart melt. Come for the alpha male biker bad boys and stay for the romance love story of the ages. ZEKE is a sexy beast – and you won't be able to resist him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393997177

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Zeke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Slayers MC Book 3)

By Zoey Parker

I won’t take no for an answer.

THE INNOCENT BEAUTY must’ve missed the memo:

I own everything that walks in this bar.

She might have her hands full with the mechanical bull right now.

But by the time this night is over, she’ll be riding something else instead:

ME.

I don’t care if she wants to put up a fight.

I’m happy to fight her all night long.

On MY terms.

That means savage. Sweaty. And RAW.

One last thing: before I can get little Bailey bucking between my sheets, I’ve got business to take care of.

There’s a new gang in town showing me a hell of a lot of disrespect.

I’ll have to take care of them before I take care of her.

But believe me, princess.

Once I’ve handled the SOBs intruding on my MC’s territory, I’m coming back home to handle you.

Get ready for the ride of your life.

Chapter 1

Bailey

Idon’t think I’ve ever cried as much in my life as I have tonight. Chelsea and I keep pausing in our conversation to hug each other. She’s dressed like me, in borrowed sweats and pajamas. Now that I’ve got her in front of me, I can barely bring myself to even turn my back on her for fear she’ll vanish back into the hell of earlier tonight. Mimi is apparently asleep upstairs. Chelsea says they offered her a room, but she was too rattled to sleep. I understand; even with a couple of incredible orgasms under my belt, I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin. I feel like I’ll never sleep again.

I keep myself busy making us tea and refilling her water glass while Chelsea alternately talks and cries and falls silent for minutes at a time. We sit at the big kitchen island on barstools, in a domestic parody of the exact situation that got us into this mess. The kitchen is empty except for us, and the rest of the club has gone quiet after the flurry of Zeke’s return. After all the chaos of tonight, it’s just us girls. Chelsea keeps alternately talking and crying silently. I don’t think I’ve seen her cry this much in the entire time we’ve known each other.

It was so scary, Bails. She wipes at her eyes again. There are still faint traces of eyeliner around her eyes. Apparently, waterproof also means able to last through a kidnapping. Sephora should put that on their website.

I can’t even imagine. I don’t tell her about my earlier experience with the shootout. It’s not the time. That was scary, but it wasn’t personal. I didn’t have to wait tied up and helpless, wondering what strange men were going to do to me. You’re okay now, I promise. It’s not really my promise to make, but I make it anyway. I’m going to make it true. Chelsea’s my best friend, and I’d do anything for her.

I rest one hand lightly on her shoulder, and she leans into the touch, so I rub soothing circles over her back. She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh.

Do you want to tell me about it? I ask gently. I’ve been trying not to press her and let her talk at her own pace, but Chelsea isn’t great with vulnerability. She parties hard and shows people what they want so that no one ever looks deeper to see what she’s really feeling. If I let her, she’ll try to be strong for me.

She’s silent for a long minute, staring down into her tea. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk. I just keep rubbing her back and try to give her space.

It could have been worse, I guess, she says eventually. They didn’t—you know.

A world of nightmares lives in that pause. I squeeze her tightly. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t terrifying.

She laughs hollowly. No kidding. One minute me and Mimi are flirting with the bartender, and the next these guys are busting in and shouting in Spanish and waving guns around.

Something twigs. I remember Zeke talking about another gang. I know I shouldn’t press Chelsea right now, but this could be important. Spanish?

Yeah. I mean, I think. It could have been Chinese or Finnish; they were waving guns and shouting. I wasn’t super paying attention to what they were saying.

Of course, I say. Christ, that’s scary. I wish I had something more effective to say, but Chelsea sniffs and nods, so it must be close enough to the right thing.

They picked me and Mimi and a couple other girls for hostages. I don’t know why. Maybe they could tell we weren’t biker chicks. Chelsea shrugs.

It wasn’t your fault, I remind her. It feels so inadequate right now, but it’s all I can do.

But if we hadn’t been there, it wouldn’t have happened to us. Tears well up again, and she wipes them away quickly. Her red nail polish is chipped, but somehow her nails are still intact. I don’t know how she came through her ordeal with barely a hair out of place, but I know she’s going to be okay. I just need her to know it too.

Hey, don’t go down that road. It happened, and it shouldn’t have happened, and it is not your fault.

Chelsea nods, but her eyes are still watery. "You know the craziest thing? When these guys were threatening us with guns and tying us up and shit, I couldn’t really understand what they were saying; my Spanish is shit.