Broken Love: Rippers MC, #3

By Nicole Fox

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

Either she gives me a baby, or I break her heart.

I need an heir before the biker life takes me to the grave.

There's no one in my life up to the job…

Until fate brings me the perfect woman.

And I get ready to break her completely.

AXEL

I've lived and breathed the MC life for years.

Whatever it took to push the Rippers MC to the top, I did it.

No questions asked.

I killed men who deserved it.

Took women who begged for it.

Dominated any and all who dared challenge me.

But the one enemy I can't kill is Father Time.

And he is making himself felt.

I want to make something that will last.

A legacy.

And that means one thing to a man like me:

I need a son.

MILLIE

It was my fault.

I was on the phone with my crazy ex while I was driving.

I didn't see the biker until it was too late.

But I never could have imagined what this one accident would lead to:

The craziest request I've ever heard.

The outlaw doesn't want money, or my insurance info.

He wants to use my body to give him a baby.

And he won't take no for an answer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393870784

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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Broken Love: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Rippers MC Book 3)

By Nicole Fox

Either she gives me a baby, or I break her heart.

I NEED AN HEIR BEFORE the biker life takes me to the grave.

There’s no one in my life up to the job...

Until fate brings me the perfect woman.

And I get ready to break her completely.

AXEL

I’ve lived and breathed the MC life for years.

Whatever it took to push the Rippers MC to the top, I did it.

No questions asked.

I killed men who deserved it.

Took women who begged for it.

Dominated any and all who dared challenge me.

But the one enemy I can’t kill is Father Time.

And the motherf**ker is making himself felt.

I want to make something that will last.

A legacy.

And that means one thing to a man like me:

I need a son.

MILLIE

It was my fault.

I was on the phone with my crazy ex while I was driving.

I didn’t see the biker until it was too late.

But I never could have imagined what this one accident would lead to:

The craziest request I’ve ever heard.

The outlaw doesn’t want money, or my insurance info.

He wants to use my body to give him a baby.

And he won’t take no for an answer.

Chapter 1

Axel

C ome on, baby, I say . Open up.

I can’t, says the voice from the other side of the door.

You can, I say. Just open up. Let me in.

This is so hard. I never knew how hard it would be, the sniffling voice replies.

I know it’s hard, I say. I get it. But you can do this. It’ll all be fine. We’ve been okay to this point, right? We’re doing okay, right?

Lipstick opens the door. She’s a wreck, with mascara streaks down her cheeks, her hair matted to one side of her head, and wearing an oversized sweat-suit.

She turns and walks toward the couch, pulling a tissue from a box before lowering herself, a grimace on her face. As soon as her butt hits the cushion, she flops to her side, her tears flowing freely once more.

Lipstick, I say.

Axel, she says mockingly.

What are you doin’, baby girl? I ask. Seriously. You look like you’ve been right here on this couch for days.

Everything hurts, she says. My hips hurt, my vagina hurts, my back hurts, my neck hurts. I feel like I’m wearing a fat suit.

Well, that outfit ain’t helpin’, I say. How’s about I take you shoppin’? Get you to the spa or whatever chick shit. You can get your hair done, nails ...

I can’t even reach my feet! she cries, dissolving in a pool of tears once more. My toenails are disgusting and I can’t even reach them!

We’ll have them do those, too, I promise. We’ll get somethin’ to eat, get somethin’ cute for you to wear. You’ll feel more like yourself in no time.

She sniffles in response. I’ve got a doctor appointment later today.

We’ll get you there, I say. I hold out a hand. Come on, baby girl. Let’s get you fixed up.

I manage to persuade her off the couch and into the shower. I can hear her crying in there while I call around to find someplace to take her. I don’t know shit about spas and shopping, but I know Lipstick. And I know how much better she’ll feel when she’s looking more like her old self. She’s about seven months along, and her stomach is big. She complains about the stretchmarks.

She’s been to visit Rod every week and he tells her he loves it, loves the way her stomach looks now that she’s carrying his baby. She doesn’t believe him, tells me there’s no way a guy who can barely be faithful would be into a woman so heavily pregnant. I tell her time and time again that men like how their ladies look when they’re pregnant. She says how would I know, I ain’t ever had an old lady, especially not a pregnant one.

After she showers, I take her to the salon, handing her off with a pleading look to a woman who promises to get her back to me looking and feeling great.

By three, okay? I say. I gotta get her to the doctor’s office by three-thirty.

The woman smiles at me, a little moony-eyed. She says to Lipstick, Why, so many women I know would die to have a husband so attentive and caring.

Lipstick laughs. Well, he’s not my husband. He’s my old man’s best friend. So you should tell those ladies to get in line. He’s single.

I roll my eyes and tell her I’ll be back, leaving her and the flirty employee to their business while I go down the road to some