Sinner and Saint: Smoking Vipers MC, #2

By Nicole Fox

This is book 2 of the Smoking Vipers MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I took her for revenge. But I kept her for my own savage pleasure.

I've got a score to settle with the president of the Scorpions MC.

And I'm gonna hit him where it hurts most:

By stealing his precious baby girl.

But I never expected to fall for her.

SPIKE

I'm a sinner to the core.

I'm a killer, an outlaw, a tatted monster.

And I've never met a girl I didn't want to corrupt and destroy.

But none of those girls ever made me reconsider who I was and what I did.

None of them…

Until her.

YAZMIN

When he stole me from my father's clubhouse, he told me this was nothing personal.

Strictly business.

But that was a bold-faced lie.

Because from the second he laid his eyes on me, Spike wanted everything.

My innocence.

My body.

My very soul.

I know I should be scared of him.

He wants to hurt me – just to bring down my evil father.

But I can't hate him. I just can't.

Because Spike Macklin is the devil I've been dreaming of since I was a little girl.

And when he lays his lips on mine, my body screams for more.

I might be my daddy's little girl.

But my heart belongs to the biker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386113270

Nicole Fox

Nicole Fox writes smart, sexy mafia romance novels. She is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. Sign up for her mailing list at http://bit.ly/NicoleFoxMailingList. 

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Sinner and Saint: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Smoking Vipers MC Book 2)

By Nicole Fox

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I took her for revenge. But I kept her for my own savage pleasure.

I’VE GOT A SCORE TO settle with the president of the Scorpions MC.

And I’m gonna hit him where it hurts most:

By stealing his precious baby girl.

But I never expected to fall for her.

SPIKE

I’m a sinner to the core.

I’m a killer, an outlaw, a tatted f**king monster.

And I’ve never met a girl I didn’t want to corrupt and destroy.

But none of those girls ever made me reconsider who I was and what I did.

None of them...

Until her.

YAZMIN

When he stole me from my father’s clubhouse, he told me this was nothing personal.

Strictly business.

But that was a bold-faced lie.

Because from the second he laid his eyes on me, Spike wanted everything.

My innocence.

My body.

My very soul.

I know I should be scared of him.

He wants to hurt me – just to bring down my evil father.

But I can’t hate him. I just can’t.

Because Spike Macklin is the devil I’ve been dreaming of since I was a little girl.

And when he lays his lips on mine, my body screams for more.

I might be my daddy’s little girl.

But my heart belongs to the biker.

Chapter 1

Yazmin

The basement room isn’t exactly five-star, but it’s a room and that’s something. I try and sleep, but I’m too aware of the camera watching me. There’s no curtains or room dividers or anything like that. It’s all open plan, the kitchen connected to the bedroom connected to the living room. The only thing that’s separate is the en-suite, but I’m not about to sleep in the bathtub. There’s a clock on the wall, an old yellow-colored relic that reminds me of my time at school. I watch it religiously, knowing that when it hits two a.m. the Port of San Diego is going to get way livelier than Dad’s men bargained for. I feel guilty at that thought for a while, but then I remember what I would hear the men discuss. I made a habit of listening without seeming to listen, hence all my information.

She was threatening to tell my wife, for fuck’s sake, I heard one man say once. What else was I supposed to do, ask her nicely? Leaving her in that ditch was a favor, anyway. She wasn’t doing anyone any good.

I wish he’d let us at her. I’d tear that asshole apart.

You won’t believe it. The man was showing off his new crossbow in the bar. "I just pulled up to the red light and blew this kid right in the face, as an experiment, you know. His head fucking exploded."

On and on and on, Dad had created a culture in which the more evil you were, the more respected you were. He didn’t care about what happened to the victims of this culture. Even his own daughter was fair game.

At one in the morning I go to the fridge and see what the men left me. Typical, they’ve left me exactly what men can be trusted to leave, nothing that requires cooking. Not that I’m much of a chef, but I’d think if you wanted to keep a prisoner alive that leaving them more than cheese and crackers would be a good idea. Still, as I sit on the edge of the bed watching the clock tic in slow motion toward two, I’m glad to have something to eat.

At half past one, Georgia knocks on the door.

Hello, she calls.

I go to the door, which is bolted from the outside. On this side it’s just smooth metal. Hey, Georgia.

You can call me G if you want. She sounds nervous. Maybe she doesn’t have many friends.

Gee! Can I?

That gets a small giggle out of her.

What are you doing here, anyway? Oh, wait, I know. You’re here to let me out. You’ve decided that you can’t stand idly by and let them keep me here anymore. You’ve decided that standing by would make you just as evil as these evil, evil men, and you can’t stand it!

Wow, G says. I can hear her shaking her head. You really are something else, Yazmin.

Call me Y! I blurt.

Is that what your friends call you?

You’re my only friend and I’m asking you to call me it, so, yeah.

Okay, Y. I’m not here to let you out. Sorry. I’m here to check that you’re doing okay. The boss asked me to before he left.

The boss. I let out a laugh, though it’s somewhat forced. The last boss I knew was Snake. Do you mean Spike?

Yes, Spike. You’re okay, then? I better get going.

Wait. I check the clock. It’s two o’clock now, which means whatever’s going down is going down right now. Wait a sec, G. Can you tell me something?

Um, depends what it is. I’m not going to tell you how to break out of that room, if that’s what you’re going to ask.

No, it’s not that. I was just wondering. Spike, is he a good man?

G pauses, and then says, It depends what you mean by a good man.

"A good man is somebody who never hurts innocent people. If he does bad things, he only does them to people who’ve done worse things. A good man is somebody who won’t cause