Lawbreaker (Book 3): War Hawks MC, #3

By Claire St. Rose

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

He broke my body, stole my heart, and left me to suffer… or did he?

My work was all I had in my life.

No dreams. No family. No prospects. Nothing to show for it. As long as I came back with my paycheck, I could at least try to keep up with pretending.

Then Tarek came along…

And everything I'd worked for turned to dust.

He was everything I wasn't and everything I wanted.

Every touch, every look pulled me in deeper, promising me pleasures I had only ever fantasized of.

But he also promised danger.

It came with the territory of who he was.

A biker contract killer in my bed?

Not a recipe for peace and quiet.

But what seemed at first like a miraculous escape from my miserable life has become a nightmare of blood and violence.

His enemies are after us.

After ME.

Tarek's kiss is the only reason I haven't run screaming for the hills.

I know it can't last.

But when I feel his strong hands hold me, I can't help asking myself:

…Can it?

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Is this bad boy biker the answer to Annie's dreams, or the beginning of her worst nightmare? Either way, you know that this bad boy MC romance will blow you away with steamy sex and action that will make your jaw drop. For all fans of alpha male biker romance, make sure you get your hands on LAWBREAKER – this motorcycle club romance series is one you don't want to miss

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393063759

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Lawbreaker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (War Hawks MC Book 3)

By Claire St. Rose

He broke my body, stole my heart, and left me to suffer... or did he?

MY WORK WAS ALL I HAD in my life.

No dreams. No family. No prospects. Nothing to show for it. As long as I came back with my paycheck, I could at least try to keep up with pretending.

Then Tarek came along...

And everything I’d worked for turned to dust.

He was everything I wasn’t and everything I wanted.

Every touch, every look pulled me in deeper, promising me pleasures I had only ever fantasized of.

But he also promised danger.

It came with the territory of who he was.

A biker contract killer in my bed?

Not a recipe for peace and quiet.

But what seemed at first like a miraculous escape from my miserable life has become a nightmare of blood and violence.

His enemies are after us.

After ME.

Tarek’s kiss is the only reason I haven’t run screaming for the hills.

I know it can’t last.

But when I feel his strong hands hold me, I can’t help asking myself:

...Can it?

Chapter 1

Annie

T he Poole brothers moved here for college. You’d never know it, but your friend Tarek was among the highest in his class. He came to America already knowing four languages, and he was the slacker of the two, Graham said. Ali graduated with dual degrees and dual minors, all things chemistry and medicine. Tarek was on track to do the same, but left college early before getting any of his degrees.

We grabbed a bite at Forlini’s and were taking a walk around Columbus Park. There were a few people jogging, now that it was later in the day. A few moms were out with strollers. The area carried the scent of a variety of Asian cuisine.

How do you know? I asked, surprised at Tarek’s possible semi-charmed background.

Well, there isn’t a lot out there about the two of them together. But once the name Poole started coming up so much when Hamilton would speak to the one or two people he deemed worth his time at events, and his favors began getting riskier with worse results, I began to get curious. I learned what I could about the man paying me to do things, the people he was interested in and spent his time with, and what those people did, Graham explained.

Okay, unfold that for me because you just packed a lot in. How did you and Hamilton even get started? I asked.

He enjoyed the food one night at a restaurant I was working for and wanted to thank the chef, he replied. He thought that my restaurant didn’t reflect my nuance with flavor to the world. Once I told him it wasn’t my place, he asked if it wanted to earn the money to have something even better. At the time I thought I would have been a fool to say no.

We found a bench away from where most of the people were walking. It was downwind of the trash, but even that smelled like aging food. We sat; Graham had his legs stretched and kept his hands wedged deep in his pockets. I sat with my arms wrapped around myself, feeling a chill even though there wasn’t the slightest breeze.

Okay, so when did the favors begin? I asked, guiding him through giving me the details.

He sighed heavily, and then said, He offered me a catering job.

What? I asked, shocked. That’s not a favor. That’s just giving you work.

He booked the job with specific people as guests, he said, shaking his head. It was basically a meet and greet to have other people book with me. They were all wealthy friends of his that were business owners, politicians, and committees of this and that. Thinking about it now, several of them were tied hosting many of the events he needed access to. He’d be invited, but there would always need to be a uniform left somewhere or a door or key left available. At first, I hoped it was just rich man philandering. Occasionally it was, but not usually.

I don’t even want to think about that, I said, shuddering at the suggestion he had made earlier about my various uses.

That seems to be a way of life among our wealthier counterparts. I can’t count how many events we have had where I have walked in on guests in the coatroom. Many of the hosts plan these things in a way strictly to afford them opportunities to sneak around with lovers or meet new ones, Graham continued.

Well, I wouldn’t question that, I replied. I have even seen them in service areas with our staff a few times.

Couldn’t say I wouldn’t want to risk getting caught with you somewhere, he teased.

I smiled weakly.

Don’t worry, I know, he said, bobbing his head with distaste. You still don’t have any feelings for me in that way.

He seemed disappointed. Anyone who took the time to look in our direction at that moment could probably see and feel the tension between us. It was awkward and uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, and he looked in every direction, but mine.

You are keeping hope alive for your foreigner turned rebel without a clue what he’s involved in, he said softly. You do have feelings for him, don’t you?

He faced me now. I was surprised by his question and turned my head to face him quickly. I blushed and turned away.

That says it all, he replied. I never stood a chance. I don’t know if I was too safe for you or if you really just never considered it because I was your boss, but I will always wish you would have given me a chance.

Graham, I don’t even know what to say, I began. You have always been a great guy, and there are a million and one great reasons to be with you, but, no, I have just never felt the spark that made me want to take that step.

He nodded, seeming to understand, but looked away again. He looked more upset than about anything else we had discussed.

Well, of all the people I researched, I suppose Ali and Tarek’s secrets weren’t the worst of what I saw, he said, changing the subject. Like I said, Ali seemed to be a good guy overall. There is very little to be found on Tarek.

Ah, yes, I said, glad he had ended the awkwardness on his own. You researched Tarek and Ali? What do you know about them? I thought they had a hard life growing up. Tarek said he and Ali both grew up without a father. I know now their fathers were the same man.

Well, that was true, but they didn’t suffer. I don’t remember where they are from, but they area of Arabic decent. I think they are from Palestine, near Jerusalem, he said. I guess if they didn’t have a father, there might have been some hardships they would have faced. I know there has been trouble in that region, so that’s not to say that they haven’t seen some terrible things in life.

I nodded as he continued and tried to imagine how Tarek might have grown up. Over the past few days, I had imagined him poor and dirty with an older brother who tried to be there for him, but a somewhat troubled friend that he bonded with more. Now, I knew at least part of that idea was incorrect.

The friend and the brother were one. It seemed he might have also had more amenities, even luxuries, than people I would have previously considered to be in a better position.

I don’t know much about their life other than the things that helped them get ahead once they were here, Graham said. They spoke Arabic, naturally, but they also spoke English, French, Italian, and Spanish. They grew up overseas but attended university here. Ali seems to be private, but a climber. Tarek, well, I imagine you might know better than me. I do know they seem to always stay connected, no matter where they live or what they do.

So, they could manage just about anywhere? I replied.

"Could they ever. Their mother paid for their tuition, but they each managed to