Stolen Cruise: Sons of Wolves MC, #2

By Naomi West

This is book 2 of the Sons of Wolves MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I stole a ride on the biker – and it got me pregnant.

One night of carelessness might haunt me forever.

And the outlaw's baby inside me won't let me forget the line I crossed.

But as war erupts around me, there's only one place I can turn to stay safe:

Right back into the biker's arms.

REX

The last thing I ever wanted was to be a father, ever since my old man skipped out on me before I was even born.

But damn him to hell.

Family's overrated, anyways.

I joined up with the Sons of Wolves Motorcycle Club and found the only brothers I'll ever need.

But try telling that to this girl down at Sal's Garage.

Her father's a lousy stinking drunk; what's more, he's the retired sheriff.

Little did I know that coming to her rescue would launch a war and land the forbidden beauty right in my bed…

With my baby in her belly.

NANCY

Sleeping with Rex was a mistake.

Getting pregnant with his baby was a disaster.

The last thing I ever wanted was to get caught up in this mess.

My life is complicated enough without my loyalties torn asunder.

Now, I find myself having to choose between my father and the man who sets my body aflame.

And amidst all this, my hometown is a warzone.

Cops and bikers are at each other's throats.

I just hope I can weather the firestorm before this whole town burns…

Taking me, my baby, and the biker who broke me down with it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393193876

Naomi West

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Stolen Cruise: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Sons of Wolves MC Book 2)

By Naomi West

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I stole a ride on the biker – and it got me pregnant.

ONE NIGHT OF CARELESSNESS might haunt me forever.

And the outlaw’s baby inside me won’t let me forget the line I crossed.

But as war erupts around me, there’s only one place I can turn to stay safe:

Right back into the biker’s arms.

REX

The last thing I ever wanted was to be a father, ever since my old man skipped out on me before I was even born.

But f**k him.

Family's overrated, anyways.

I joined up with the Sons of Wolves Motorcycle Club and found the only brothers I'll ever need.

But try telling that to this girl down at Sal's Garage.

Her father's a lousy stinking drunk; what's more, he's the retired sheriff.

Little did I know that coming to her rescue would launch a war and land the forbidden beauty right in my bed...

With my baby in her belly.

NANCY

Sleeping with Rex was a mistake.

Getting pregnant with his baby was a disaster.

The last thing I ever wanted was to get caught up in this mess.

My life is complicated enough without my loyalties torn asunder.

Now, I find myself having to choose between my father and the man who sets my body aflame.

And amidst all this, my hometown is a warzone.

Cops and bikers are at each other's throats.

I just hope I can weather the firestorm before this whole town burns...

Taking me, my baby, and the biker who broke me down with it.

Chapter 1

Rex

Y ou sound an awful lot like you’re scared, Rex. Snake drains his whisky and pours another. I don’t wanna start nothing, but it seems that way to me.

I drain my own whisky. Keep talking that way and see how scared I am.

Snake gulps, and then holds his hands up in a show of peace. I didn’t mean nothing.

Keep your fuckin’ thoughts to yourself, then.

What is it, then? the Old Man asks. If you ain’t scared?

This is a war with the cops, I say. It’s not about being scared or not being scared. It’s about business, and money, and living a goddamn life. I don’t remember the last time I felt scared. I don’t reckon that’s a good thing, either. Only crazy bastards don’t feel scared. All I’m saying is that this war can’t go on forever. Not with cops, it can’t. And cops have a habit of winning shit like this. In the long run, they always win. We ain’t a drug cartel. We’re a biker club. We survive by riding the thin road between outlawing and playing it safe.

There’s some truth in that, the Old Man agrees. But what do you suggest we do when they bloody one of our own?

It’s not about that. I sigh, looking over the bar. The boss and his VP sit at the other end, drinking and talking. The boss is a good man, pushing 55, but strong and smart. But even he respects respect too much. Since when can’t I handle a bloody face? What am I, a child? I don’t need a damn babysitter.

Is this about that girl? Snake asks, his voice even snakier than usual.

Are you itching for a bloody face yourself? I snap.

Snake sips his whisky, smiling crookedly. You’re awful touchy when it comes to the girl.

I don’t see how that’s any of your business, I say.

I don’t think Rex’s scared, the Old Man says. I’ve known him since he was a teenager and I’ve never seen him scared. So maybe we ought to listen to what he has to say.

I nod at him, thankful. This war ends with this clubhouse burning. This war ends with our brothers dead or in chains. It ends nowhere good, and I don’t see the sense in fighting it no more. Why are we smashing up cop cars, having fistfights with off-duty cops in the streets? ’Cause they bloodied me up a little? I’m over that shit. Goddamn. Me and Snake have bloodied each other up more times’n I can count and we ain’t at war.

Yet. Snake smiles.

I think you’re missing the point, the Old Man says. This whole business is about respect, and if we get disrespected—

The gunfire cuts through his words, thumping into the wall above us, wood and plasterboard chipping away, big pieces of shrapnel flying everywhere. I grab the Old Man by the shoulders and lower him to the floor, ignoring him when he curses and grunts at me. We all crouch as the gunfire passes by. It’s clearly a drive-by. The aim is haphazard and travels in a straight