Wrenched (Book 2): Black Dragons MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

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

I wrenched her to her knees and made her pay the debt she owed me.

Her ex was a sadistic beast.

Beat her black and blue.

Kept her under lock and key.

She ran to get away from him… right into my arms.

I'm a monster, too, but in a different kind of way.

I'd never lay a hand on a woman who wasn't begging for my touch.

And it doesn't take long before that's exactly what Cassie's doing.

She should stay far away from me, but her body is betraying her.

Because in her head, she knows I'm a cold-hearted SOB who will be gone in the morning.

But in her heart, all she wants is to fall to her knees and take a raw ride on the biker.

I never planned on getting emotionally involved.

I've seen too much hurt in this life to expose my heart to more pain.

But Cassie is desperate for my help.

And when her abusive ex comes sniffing on her trail, I have no choice to intervene.

She's mine now.

And there's not a man in this world I'll allow to touch what belongs to me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393624394

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Wrenched: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Dragons MC Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

I wrenched her to her knees and made her pay the debt she owed me.

HER EX WAS A SADISTIC beast.

Beat her black and blue.

Kept her under lock and key.

She ran to get away from him... right into my arms.

I’m a monster, too, but in a different kind of way.

I’d never lay a hand on a woman who wasn’t begging for my touch.

And it doesn’t take long before that’s exactly what Cassie’s doing.

She should stay far away from me, but her body is betraying her.

Because in her head, she knows I’m a cold-hearted SOB who will be gone in the morning.

But in her heart, all she wants is to fall to her knees and take a raw ride on the biker.

I never planned on getting emotionally involved.

I’ve seen too much hurt in this life to expose my heart to more pain.

But Cassie is desperate for my help.

And when her abusive ex comes sniffing on her trail, I have no choice to intervene.

She’s mine now.

And there’s not a man in this world I’ll allow to touch what belongs to me.

CHAPTER 1

M aybe we should find out. Together. I care about you and want to stay, Damon. With you. I want to be with you.

When she spoke those words, a cold bolt of fear ripped through Damon's body. But at the same time, he felt something warm, something completely unfamiliar, but something that wasn't entirely unpleasant. He cared for Cassie. He was too far down that road to not, at the very least, acknowledge that. But his feelings for her were as complicated as anything he'd ever dealt with in his life.

After leaving the military and finding his way to Carl and the Black Dragons, Damon's life was simpler. Things were more black and white and he'd ruthlessly cut out anything that contained shades of gray. He was devoted to the club. To Carl. To his brothers in arms. They provided him with safety, structure, and a semblance of a family and community that he'd never had before. So he'd clung to it every bit as fiercely as the drowning man clings to the life preserver.

But then he'd found Cassie in that stairwell, terrified and hurt, and she'd triggered something deep within him. Something he hadn't felt since he'd watched his father beat his mother and eventually kill her. He wanted to save her. Protect her. Keep her safe. At all costs. He'd been too young to protect his mother and couldn't do anything to prevent her death. Ever since that night, though, he'd carried around a burden of guilt heavier than any pack he'd carried in the service. And it was a pack he couldn't simply drop when the run was over. It was with him all day, every day, its weight unrelenting and unceasing.

It was that need and driving force, that feeling of powerlessness and impotence that had haunted him for so long that led him to plucking Cassie out of that stairwell and bringing her back to the clubhouse. He knew it was stupid. He knew it would lead to complications the club couldn't afford. But he didn't care. He'd done what he hadn't been able to do years ago – he'd saved her life.

What he hadn't counted on was the feelings that developed as a result. Damon had figured she'd be good for a fuck now and then as long as she was staying with them and that would be it. But as he got to know her better, as he spent some time talking to her and really finding out what made her tick, something within him changed. She was no longer just some piece he'd brought back to bang, she was a person that he was beginning to care about.

And when he'd found her in the woods with Andy choking the life out of her, something inside of him snapped. He'd flashed back to the night he'd witnessed his father shooting his mother. The image ran through his mind like a highlight reel from hell. He kept seeing his mother's face the moment the bullets had torn through her body over and over and over again. He saw the look of triumph on his father's face. And he remembered the hate that had flowed through his body like a flooding river.

He didn't even recall what he'd said to Andy – or if he'd said anything at all – before he pulled the trigger. Damon didn't even know how many times he'd pulled it. All he remembered was coming down, his vision clearing, and seeing Andy dead on the ground with Cassie right beside him. At first, he'd been terrified that he'd hit her, that he'd accidentally killed her. When he saw her stirring, though, he couldn't recall feeling more relief about anything in his life.

After he'd sent her away, he took Andy's body to a deep part of the woods where there was a thick, deep swamp. It was in a remote part of the forest that didn't see much foot traffic. He'd weighted down the body as best as he could and had dumped it there. He hoped either the animals or the elements would get to the body before he was discovered. He'd taken Andy's car to a wrecking yard that a buddy of his owned. He'd disposed of the car, no questions asked – which was how Damon liked it. It was simpler. Cleaner.

And he'd done all of this for Cassie. His friendship with Carl had been strained because of what he'd done. But he hoped the years they had between them counted for something and that they'd be able to get past it. Things were still tense, but the ice between them had started to thaw, so he had hope. But for the first time since he'd joined the Dragons, Carl questioned his commitment to the club. He had done things that jeopardized it. He knew he'd disappointed Carl and that hurt him more than anything.

After that night, the tension about Cassie staying in the clubhouse had dissipated. With the threat gone, there was no need to send her packing. And she'd started to fit in with the club in a way. She cooked every night, serving up home cooked meals to the guys who were staying over, and making herself sort of the unofficial housemother. The guys liked her. She seemed to like