Grind (Book 3): Jagged Souls MC, #3

By Nicole Fox

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

He bought me just to make me moan.

SARA

When I need money to pay for my son's school, I decide to take a chance.

What could a fun little auction hurt?

Until I realize this wasn't your usual auction.

This one ends with me naked in some strange man's bed.

To my shock, the devastatingly gorgeous man in the back bids on me—and wins.

Saxton looks at me with those emerald green eyes, and I'm lost.

He takes me home.

And the bad boy delivers on every filthy promise he's made.

Then, just when I think I'll never see him again, I find him left for dead on the side of the road.

A killer is after us both. Danger lurks around every corner.

Now, I have to decide if I'm loyal to my family, to my own blood…

…or if my love for Sam eclipses everything else.

SAXTON

All I want is revenge.

Revenge for the killing of my fallen comrade, murdered in cold blood.

Until I find Sara.

Blond, gorgeous, and innocent, I want her in my bed.

Seeing her up on stage, I know I have to win her.

I take her home. Make her moan my name.

In the morning, though, she's gone.

I try to get her out of my head and focus on finding the killer.

But then Sara comes crashing back into my life.

When I find out that she may be closer to my comrade's killer than either of us realized, I know that I have to make a choice:

Do I choose revenge?

Or do I choose the woman I can no longer live without?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darren Park
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393392620

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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Grind: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Jagged Souls MC Book 3)

By Nicole Fox

HE BOUGHT ME JUST TO make me moan.

SARA

When I need money to pay for my son’s school, I decide to take a chance.

What could a fun little auction hurt?

Until I realize this wasn’t your usual auction.

This one ends with me naked in some strange man’s bed.

To my shock, the devastatingly gorgeous man in the back bids on me—and wins.

Saxton looks at me with those emerald green eyes, and I’m lost.

He takes me home.

And the bad boy delivers on every filthy promise he’s made.

Then, just when I think I’ll never see him again, I find him left for dead on the side of the road.

A killer is after us both. Danger lurks around every corner.

Now, I have to decide if I’m loyal to my family, to my own blood...

...or if my love for Sam eclipses everything else.

SAXTON

All I want is revenge.

Revenge for the killing of my fallen comrade, murdered in cold blood.

Until I find Sara.

Blond, gorgeous, and innocent, I want her in my bed.

Seeing her up on stage, I know I have to win her.

I take her home. Make her moan my name.

In the morning, though, she’s gone.

I try to get her out of my head and focus on finding the killer.

But then Sara comes crashing back into my life.

When I find out that she may be closer to my comrade’s killer than either of us realized, I know that I have to make a choice:

Do I choose revenge?

Or do I choose the woman I can no longer live without?

Chapter 1

It was late, but Saxton was so full of rage and so wired up, he’d never be able to sleep. And now that he knew who Liam’s killer was, he had to act. How could he lie down and sleep, knowing this guy who had killed his friend—his brother—in cold blood was out there walking around, maybe murdering more people. Carter had to be stopped.

Sara was crazy. That was all there was to it. She believed that her brother was good. Okay, sure. He could see that. You always wanted to believe the best about your blood. He refused to hear anything bad about Nolan, even if he knew all the crap he was up to. And after Nolan’s death, you would have thought he lived the life of a saint the way he was talked about. But Nolan had been far from good. And Saxton knew it, but he’d deny it all day. Just like Sara was doing.

The real question was, did she believe it? Did she really think Carter wouldn’t commit murder, or did she know she was fooling herself? It could go either way. Did it even matter now? Would he ever be able to look her in the eyes again and not want to tear her apart? Unless it was an empty threat out of fear. Unless she knew Carter was bad, but felt it was her duty as his sister to protect him. Did her threat really matter?

He stopped his pacing to think for a moment. He was tempted to dismiss it. But that would be a fool’s move. He might be able to convince her not to go to the police. Or she might actually follow through on her promise. So, what were his options? Take her out, too? He couldn’t bring himself to do that. No way. Threaten her back? It would be low, but he could threaten Ian. He could even kidnap him for a time if he had to. That might be okay. Ian was a cool kid and he knew Saxton, so he probably wouldn’t even put up a fight. He’d simply show up at school early, and tell Ian his mom had sent him. Easy.

But that move was as low as her threat had been. It was a card to keep in his back pocket, though. He hoped he wouldn’t need it. It all came down to timing. How quickly could he find Carter? Would she notify him in some way to tell him Saxton was coming? If Saxton found him and took him out, how fast could he get to Sara to stop her or threaten her into silence? If she was even really going to do it. Were her feelings for him strong enough to keep her from doing it? Maybe she thought it would stop him, and that was the only reason she said it. She couldn’t have actually meant it.

When he recalled the terror and anger in her eyes, though, he thought she might mean it. If he was careful in how he did it, though, it might not matter. Telling her he was going to kill Carter would make a suspect for sure, but if the police found nothing, there was nothing they could do about it. He’d need a good alibi and to make sure that he left no evidence behind. That, he could handle.

So, that had to be it then. Think it through enough to make no mistakes. Find Carter, kill him, then go to Sara and find a way to convince her not to go to the police, no matter what it took to get her to agree.

He gathered the things he would need. Fresh clothing that he hadn’t sweated in all day. A freshly cleaned knife, freshly wiped gun, and gloves that would stop fingerprints. In all his preparation, he probably didn’t have to worry so much. What he’d told her was true. Cops didn’t have time to pay attention to gang murders. They’d probably be glad Carter was gone. They might even help Saxton get away with it because he would have eliminated a worse criminal, and Carter’s death would save them from trying to gather evidence to take him in. And would save taxpayers from prosecuting and jailing him.

When he had his things, he made a call to a member of his MC. Hey man, can you stop by in an hour? I’m working on my bike and need to borrow a wrench. My light will be on upstairs, so just leave it on the porch, okay?

Sure thing.

This was code. They all knew if an alibi was needed, all they had to do was borrow a wrench. Crasher would come over, see his light on, and would tell the cops that Saxton had been home at the time when he would be out finding and killing Carter. He’d drive his bike down the back alley with his lights off, where no one would see him leave. They’d done things like this before and it made enough of a hassle for the police that they didn’t want to bother trying to disprove the alibi.

Saxton made sure his light was on, then pulled on a dark hat, and headed out to his garage. He didn’t start his bike, but instead pushed it down the alley until it was far away from his house and the ears of any neighbors who might be awake. Then, he started it and drove with the lights off until he made a few turns.

As he turned onto a main street and flipped on his lights, he realized that the car who had been