Raw (Book 3): Minutemen MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

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

There's only one way I'll do it: raw.

DIRK

She picked the wrong day to mess with me.

I have a war to fight.

That means I don't have time for civilians wandering around my territory.

But I decide to make an exception for li'l miss Camila.

It's been too damn long since I've had a woman like her.

So I'm gonna throw that tight little body on the back of my bike.

Take her deep into my clubhouse.

And do it the only way I know how:

Raw.

CAMILA

He undresses me with his eyes.

Like I'm already naked and dying for his touch.

The truth is, he's not wrong.

I've been aching to know what Dirk feels like since the second he first threw me on the back of his bike.

But I'll never tell that to this sexy bastard's face.

Because he's not my hero or my rescuer.

He's the one who got me in this whole mess in the first place…

When he kidnapped me and dragged me into a dirty, disgusting warehouse.

I don't know who he is or what he's after.

Well, except for one thing.

He wants to own me…

Completely raw.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393130710

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Raw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Minutemen MC Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

There’s only one way I’ll do it: raw.

DIRK

She picked the wrong day to mess with me.

I have a war to fight.

That means I don’t have time for civilians wandering around my territory.

But I decide to make an exception for li’l miss Camila.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve had a woman like her.

So I’m gonna throw that tight little body on the back of my bike.

Take her deep into my clubhouse.

And do it the only way I know how:

Raw.

CAMILA

He undresses me with his eyes.

Like I’m already naked and dying for his touch.

The truth is, he’s not wrong.

I’ve been aching to know what Dirk feels like since the second he first threw me on the back of his bike.

But I’ll never tell that to this sexy bastard’s face.

Because he’s not my hero or my rescuer.

He’s the one who got me in this whole mess in the first place...

When he kidnapped me and dragged me into a dirty, disgusting warehouse.

I don’t know who he is or what he’s after.

Well, except for one thing.

He wants to own me...

Completely raw.

Chapter 1

Dirk was seething as he drove the jeep back to his house in the middle of the Mojave Desert. Dawn was just beginning to make an appearance over the horizon, but for the first time in a long time, that sight didn’t bring any comfort. Now that he was finally given the time to sit and think, all the anger was rushing back over him.

His head was a jumble of thoughts, and his heart was a swirl of emotions. He was so angry. He was angry with Camilla for doing what she had done, tricking him so cruelly and putting herself in danger in the process. He was enraged with the Tar Mongols who had attacked a woman in such a horrible, cowardly way, driving her off the road and then following her down into the precipice to rape her.

Mostly, he was furious with himself. He had almost let Camilla go. He had almost given into her—again. What was it about this woman that made him so powerless? So weak? He couldn’t believe his foolishness when it came to her. Maybe Stephan was right. Maybe he should have just let the Tar Mongols have her. That would have made things much easier for everyone involved.

Speaking of Stephan, he was also angry with him and the others for having such horrible timing and showing up just when Dirk was finally about to take some serious action, as stupid as it might have been. But he was also grateful to them, because now that he had the chance to think on it. He didn’t think he would have been able to forgive himself for betraying his club like that.

They reached his house. They all parked their bikes and the jeep outside, and they all went inside. Dirk had Johnny escort Camilla back to her room. He didn’t want to have to deal with her just yet; he needed to calm down first. The others were content to just hang around the house, enjoying coffee and breakfast, knowing perfectly well that the first thing that needed to happen now was for the club’s president and vice-president to have a heart-to-heart—or whatever else went down behind closed doors when those two talked.

Dirk and Stephan left the others in the kitchen and living room, and they carried two steaming mugs of fresh, dark coffee over to the studio, closing the door behind them. Dirk let Stephan sit at the chair behind the desk, and he took a seat on the sofa instead, leaving the other man to have the position of power in the room. There was something comforting about allowing the natural order of things to take place.

Stephan was watching him silently from over the brim of his mug, his hazel eyes sharper than ever. Dirk had to summon all of his energies not to squirm under the intense scrutiny.

So, Stephan finally began after minutes of silence that felt like hours and days and weeks. You’ve disobeyed a direct order.

Dirk did his best not to wince. I have, he said.

Stephan paused.

I can’t give you the apology you’re waiting for, Dirk said when the man didn’t speak. I can’t honestly say that I wouldn’t do it again.

The shadow of a smirk flashed across Stephan’s lips. Who said I’m waiting for an apology?

Dirk blinked, surprised. You’re not?

I’m not. In fact, Stephan said after yet one more pause, I’m kind of glad you did what you did.

Dirk frowned. Now that he had not seen coming. You are? he asked warily.

Stephan nodded and took a long sip of black coffee. I don’t think I was thinking straight, he admitted.

Dirk stared at him in disbelief, more at the admission than at the fact itself.

We’ve lost too many good men lately, Stephan went on, ignoring the stunned look. And we’ve lost two children, for God’s sake. His voice trembled. He cleared his throat before he spoke again, And Maggie. I would be lying if I said those deaths didn’t shake me up.

I think we’re all shook up by them, Dirk said darkly.

Stephan nodded grimly. There was a very good chance that if you went after the Tar Mongols on your own, you would’ve gotten yourself killed. Especially considering the situation.

Dirk’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. What do you mean?

They took a woman you care about, Stephan said. Sounds horribly familiar, doesn’t it?

Dirk’s jaw clenched, and his Adam apple bobbed visibly. He didn’t even bother to deny the fact that he did, in fact, care about Camilla.

I’m not trying to be a dick by bringing this up, Stephan said, noticing his reaction. But you have to admit that given the precedent, I had good reason to think you might have gone in guns blazing with no regard for yourself.

Dirk opened his mouth to deny it...and then he closed it again. The man had a point, of course.

I couldn’t bare the thought of another loss, Stephan admitted, especially not a loss such as yourself.

Dirk swallowed hard. There was a new intensity in Stephan’s eyes. He wasn’t used to seeing the man being so open, but he knew why Stephan was doing it. Honesty was the only form of communication they knew between them, and the only one that would not get them killed in the long run.

So I gave you a cowardly order, and I’m glad you didn’t follow it. Thank you.

Uh...you’re welcome. Dirk was still at a loss.

Now, Stephan said after silence had settled back over them and he’d had enough, we should really think about our next move. Ruiz is bound to find the bodies sooner or later. He won’t be happy.

We strike first this time, Dirk said immediately. If we wait for them to attack again, God knows what they might bring. Especially considering their new alliance.

Stephan thought it over for a few moments. He ran his hand through his blond hair in frustration. I don’t think we’re ready yet, Dirk, he said. I hate to admit it, but I really don’t think we are.

Then we must become ready, Dirk said, unfazed. As soon as possible, as fast as possible. We can’t keep waiting.

The weapons aren’t in yet.

I’ll ride up to Oregon personally. I’ll have Dan Johnson hurry the fuck up with the delivery.

Stephan watched him, intrigued. I would love to see him cowering in fear before you, he admitted, chuckling. But no, Dirk. The last thing we need right now is to piss off our own allies. Still, he hurried on when Dirk opened his mouth to protest, you’re right, we need to be ready, and we need to do it sooner than we first thought. First, however, we need to reassure the men.

Dirk frowned. What do you mean?

They’re nervous, Dirk. What happened to Alex really shook their confidence. That the Tar Mongols would attack us in our own homes is a first. It makes everyone antsy, afraid even.

Afraid? Dirk savored the word in his mouth. He