Burned Patch: Satan's Legion MC, #3

By Naomi West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Satan's Legion MC romance series! 

She was far too young… and far too irresistible.

The President's daughter was forbidden to touch.

But I took her anyways… and now she's pregnant.

Her father swears he'll strip my patch and lock her away from me.

But no one denies me what's rightfully mine.

SKID

Even outlaws have rules.

Especially one: loyalty over everything.

The men in this club are supposed to be brothers.

Ride for each other, die for each other.

I live by those rules, and they've kept me alive for years, at war and on the road.

But some temptations are just too powerful to resist.

I broke the code, and now there's hell to pay.

MINA

Skid was a slave to the rigid rules of the MC.

Until the night he threw all caution to the wind and did what I'd been begging him to do for years:

Take me to bed and make me his.

The night was everything I'd dreamed of since I first laid eyes on the gorgeous biker.

But there are consequences for defying the laws of the club.

And my father is not a forgiving kind of man.

He's bloodthirsty for the man who knocked me up.

And when he gets his hands on Skid, I'm terrified that he'll do exactly what he's threatening.

Kill the man I love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393833598

Naomi West

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Burned Patch: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Legion MC Book 3)

By Naomi West

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She was far too young... and far too irresistible.

THE PRESIDENT’S DAUGHTER was forbidden to touch.

But I took her anyways... and now she’s pregnant.

Her father swears he’ll strip my patch and lock her away from me.

But no one denies me what’s rightfully mine.

SKID

Even outlaws have rules.

Especially one: loyalty over everything.

The men in this club are supposed to be brothers.

Ride for each other, die for each other.

I live by those rules, and they’ve kept me alive for years, at war and on the road.

But some temptations are just too powerful to resist.

I broke the code, and now there’s hell to pay.

MINA

Skid was a slave to the rigid rules of the MC.

Until the night he threw all caution to the wind and did what I’d been begging him to do for years:

Take me to bed and make me his.

The night was everything I’d dreamed of since I first laid eyes on the gorgeous biker.

But there are consequences for defying the laws of the club.

And my father is not a forgiving kind of man.

He’s bloodthirsty for the man who knocked me up.

And when he gets his hands on Skid, I’m terrified that he’ll do exactly what he’s threatening.

Kill the man I love.

Chapter 1

Skid

It didn’t seem to matter how many times he met with Stomper, Skid always felt a little anxious as he pulled up to The Billy Goat. He had been doing as his president had asked and had been having regular meetings with the leader of the Sons of Chaos, but that didn’t mean it was getting any easier.

The smoky interior of the bar was becoming familiar, with its floor full of sawdust and the dark corners where anything illegal was likely to happen. Once, he had stayed late enough that the staff had turned on the lights to start cleaning. It had made him realize just what a dump this place was, but he had no choice but to continue returning.

Skid! You’re back again! Pete, let’s have another round for my men! Stomper slapped Skid on the arm as he sat down. I tell ya, this is even better than the old days. I always liked hanging out with you, but it’s a lot better when we can just drink and go home without worrying about getting blown up the next day. He threw back his head and laughed, and his men did the same.

Skid had a feeling they only did so because they wanted Stomper to keep them around, and not because he’d said anything funny. That’s true, but hanging out in this asshole of a place doesn’t give me a nice tan like Iraq did.

The men laughed again, and Stomper leaned in close. I’ve been thinking a lot, Skid. I need a man like you on my side again. There are enemies everywhere, even though we’ve come back to the States. Sure, I’ve got some good guys in my club, but it just isn’t the same. Why don’t you come with us? We’ll ride out and find ourselves a whole new adventure.

Accepting the full beer from the scantily clad waitress who brought it to him, Skid eyeballed the blond man. Is that why you’ve been hanging around Chicago so much? You were just trying to recruit me? He meant the words, but he knew Stomper would take them as a joke. Everything was a joke to him.

Yep, that’s it. I just came here to romance you. Everyone knows you’re the only reason Satan’s Legion has such a tight hold on Chicago. You’re the key to dominance. Men listen to you. Why, I could be running the entire state of Illinois before you know it. Stomper grinned and took a swig of his beer.

Skid bit his tongue on a yes, sir. Old habits died hard, and old loyalties died even harder. There was no way Stomper was even a fraction as good of a leader as Park had been. But if the circumstances had been different, he knew he would have found himself riding off with the Sons of Chaos in an instant. If they had met up once Stomper had gotten out of the army, Skid probably never would have joined the Legion at all. No Park, and no Mina. It was a cold and uncertain destiny, one that he didn’t like to think about. It’s flattering and all, but you know I can’t leave the Legion.

Huh. I had a feeling you would say that. That’s just the type of guy you are.

Skid scowled at the other man. And what’s that supposed to mean?

Calm down. It’s not an insult or anything. Stomper spread his fingers wide and flattened his hand toward the surface of the table, as though he could change Skid’s mood by simply telling him to do so. I just mean that you’ve always been so loyal. You’re a true patriot, and that’s what made you a good soldier. There’s no reason that shouldn’t translate into your civilian life.

I guess that much is true. Skid downed the rest of his beer and frowned at the foam in the bottom. He wasn’t going to drink much since he knew he still needed to get back to the clubhouse, but one more couldn’t hurt. He signaled to the waitress. Can I ask you something?

Of course. Anything. I’m an open book. The smile that folded back the corners of Stomper’s