Claimed (Book 2): Sinners MC, #2

By Naomi West

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

I didn't give a damn about anything… until I put a baby in the club girl's belly.

As an outlaw biker, there's a few mottos I live by:

Crank the throttle.

Drink the shot.

And never let anyone take what's yours.

Dakota has been playing hard to get for too damn long.

And I'm done waiting.

I don't care that I'm an older man, or she's a young, curvy club girl.

She's in my territory…

And that means she belongs to me.

But claiming what's mine goes horribly wrong when Dakota ends up pregnant with my kid.

I never wanted to be a father.

After a terrible childhood like mine, bringing a kid into this world was the last thing I ever intended.

But there's no time to sit around and ponder the future.

Because my enemies can sense my new vulnerability.

And they're gearing up to strike.

I hope they come locked and loaded.

Because I may not have asked for a woman or a baby.

But I'll be damned if anyone on this earth is allowed to claim what's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393931737

Naomi West

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Claimed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Sinners MC) (Book 2)

By Naomi West

I didn’t give a d*mn about anything... until I put a baby in the club girl’s belly.

AS AN OUTLAW BIKER, there’s a few mottos I live by:

Crank the throttle.

Drink the shot.

And never let anyone take what’s yours.

Dakota has been playing hard to get for too damn long.

And I’m done waiting.

I don’t care that I’m an older man, or she’s a young, curvy club girl.

She’s in my territory...

And that means she belongs to me.

But claiming what’s mine goes horribly wrong when Dakota ends up pregnant with my kid.

I never wanted to be a father.

After a terrible childhood like mine, bringing a kid into this world was the last thing I ever intended.

But there’s no time to sit around and ponder the future.

Because my enemies can sense my new vulnerability.

And they’re gearing up to strike.

I hope they come locked and loaded.

Because I may not have asked for a woman or a baby.

But I’ll be damned if any motherf**ker on this earth is allowed to claim what’s mine.

Chapter 1

Krennig

Aman stands at the edge of the forest that frames a smoking warehouse. No one has seen him, and he’s sure that no one’s going to—those dumb bastards from the Sinners are too busy trying to salvage what’s left of their precious stock warehouse to pay too much attention to where he is.

Krennig has been keeping close tabs on the Sinners, especially on Speed. Where he’s been going, what he’s been doing—who he’s been doing. He’s got eyes and ears everywhere and intel told Krennig that if he kept making enough noise, Speed would keep on coming out of the woodwork to play ball.

He watches Speed as he and five other Sinners ride up on their bikes. He can’t hear them from here, but Krennig watches the exchanges with keen, angry eyes. Speed talks to a Sinner that’s a little smaller than him, who was on the scene before him. The little one gestures widely to the warehouse, indicating a lot of the damage that happened; a bit of pride swells up in Krennig’s chest—but it’s not enough to sate the bloodlust.

What he wouldn’t give to stride over there, right now, and lay hands on Speed Stiles. That bastard is lucky to be alive, but retribution is something that has to come slow, precise, and methodical. It can’t be rushed, especially not for a man like Speed Stiles, not for a man who—

Krennig grits his teeth. Thinking about this too much is only going to cause him a lot of strife and make him flip out ... do something that, a little too early, will ruin everything that he’s presently setting into motion.

Hey, boss.

From behind him, one of his men steps forward. Krennig doesn’t look away from the warehouse, however, where more of the Sinners have started to converge.

What is it?

We got some more information about what’s gonna be going on with the Sinners for the next few weeks, the other man says.

Go on.

Well, next big thing they’re gonna be doing is that funeral for the guy that was killed at Jameson’s. They’ve been working on getting funds together for the funeral to help the mother out.

That’s good.

Yeah ... Anyway, there’s that. It seems they’re also putting more resources into getting to the bottom of the shooting on their own. The police don’t seem to be making heads or tails, yet, of who all did it, so that puts you at an advantage if you’re wanting to move in on Stiles any time soon.

Krennig hums, thinking. Anything else?

That’s what we got so far, boss.

You know if Speed is going to be at the funeral? For the man from Jameson’s?

Hard to say, but all the Sinners’ chapters here and a couple counties over are sending boys, so I bet you anything that Stiles is going to be there, too.

Krennig smirks.

Good. I want someone to give him a message ...

Speed

Hey, man.

I look up from my beer, seeing Felix standing there beside me at the bar; we’ve been home from the warehouse incident for a few hours. It’s been a while since