Clash (Book 3): Nomad Devils MC, #3

By Claire St. Rose

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

He kept me bound tight so he could take me like an animal.

MELISSA

Whether by hook or by crook, I'm coming to whip these thugs back onto the right side of the law.

Starting with Asher Hudson, president of the Nomad Devils MC.

Asher is responsible in one way or another for just about every illegal thing that takes place on or near the streets of Sin City.

He's as dangerous as they come.

And there's nothing more dangerous than a deadly man with the body of a god.

Asher is packing serious HEAT, and he knows how to use it.

His suave and cunning have kept the Nomad Devils MC on top for far too long.

I came here to put an end to his reign of terror.

But I might've bitten off more than I can chew.

Because when a sting operation goes wrong, I find myself firmly in the devil's grasp.

Bound and hooded, I'm handed to Asher as both prisoner and prize.

But I'm about to discover that underneath the tattoos and the violence is a man whose dangerously sexy charm might redefine everything I've ever known.

And he might break me in the process.

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She ended up in his grasp – but if you love alpha male bad boy bikers, then that's not such a bad place to be! And the MC president at the heart of this story is one of the sexiest bikers you'll ever come across. In CLASH, the hottest MC romance from bestselling motorcycle club romance author Claire St. Rose, you are about to find the steamiest, sexiest, darkest, dirtiest new adult contemporary romantic thriller suspense you've ever read. So what are you waiting for? Dive in!

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393917182

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Melissa sat straight up in bed. She was sweating. Her heart was racing. She had a feeling she couldn’t describe. For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t because of a racy dream about Hudson.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. But she had no clue what. It was just her gut. And it was a bad something.

She tried to take deep breaths and relax her body for a second before she went into a full-fledged panic attack. It’d been years but she had no doubt that one was coming.

Everything in her told her to run. Get out. She was in danger. Her body was tense. But she tried to rationalize the situation. Yes her gut said something was wrong. But that didn’t mean she was in danger. Not necessarily.

The fear and panic was the attack. It was in her head. These were the words she repeated to herself as she made her way into the bathroom. A hot shower would help her relax. Clear her head. She had to think straight.

Before she turned on the water she went to make sure the locks on her door were bolted. They were. That relieved her somewhat. It allowed her to make her way to the shower and hop in with little worry.

Standing under the scalding water helped to relax her somewhat, but everything inside of her told her that something bad was going on. She just didn’t know what that meant. Fuller scrubbed her body and wished she could remember her dream. Maybe it had given her a clue of what she was afraid of.

Death.

It was as simple as that. Ever since she’d met with Wallaby, she’d been afraid of someone killing her. She was afraid to go to work. When Logan looked in her direction she got chills. She was afraid everywhere she was.

She’d even been putting off Hudson’s advances. He wasn’t taking it personally, thank God, but she was rejecting anything personal between them. She was terrified and nothing and no one made her feel safe.

She’d come here trusting in the good people and not trusting the bad. Now she had no idea who was who anymore. The ones she’d thought were good weren’t and she was fucking the worst one she’d known about. Her world was up in the air and nothing about it made any sense.

Eventually Fuller realized she had to get out of the shower and try to find out what had her so spooked. She began with a clean change of clothes and by starting a pot of coffee. It might be three in the morning, but she was going to need it. The reality was that there was little to no chance that she’d be sleeping anytime soon.

Sitting on the sofa, she longed to call Hudson. To make sure he was okay. But she had no doubt he was. Logan would call if he wasn’t. And if she called him he would be there. And she didn’t need that.

This was something she was going to have to sort through for herself. She needed to decide who she could trust. Besides, having a known criminal visiting her apartment was a surefire way to draw attention to the fact they had some form of relationship. And that was the very last thing she was going to need at the moment.

Instead she sat and started scribbling notes. Fuller worked best by laying her thoughts out on paper. It helped to keep them from being jumbled inside her mind. They became clearer and easier to understand.

Looking back over them worried her all over again. She decided it was a good time to put the ideas away and busy her brain. A TV show or movie would do the trick. She grabbed the remote and sat back on the couch, hoping a good comedy would bring her out of the throes of worry.

That might have happened had her phone not rang. It was Hudson. She knew he wouldn’t call in the middle of the night unless it was urgent. He would assume she was sleeping and he’d never been one to bother her for frivolous reasons.

Fuller, she answered after it rang three times. She’d debated letting it go to voicemail and she couldn’t.

I need to see you, he had spoken clearly and kept it short. Twenty minutes. With that he hung up. Nothing else was needed. She knew where and she knew to go.

The driveway was long and she was getting more anxious by the second. She wondered why there was a need for a late night visit. If he was simply horny, she was going to kill him. Although, it would sort of be her fault for denying him.

He met her at the car and helped her inside. She could tell by his face that this wasn’t a booty call. Something was up and the sinking feeling inside her told her that it was the same thing that had caused her to wake up suddenly.

She walked in and sat down on the sofa. She knew that whatever was coming, she had to be prepared. Whatever he was about to tell her wasn’t going to be easy to hear. That much she’d already figured out.

I’ve had some people on the watch, he started.

Watch? Over me? she asked.

Well, yes. Among other people.

Why?

That’s not important right now, he blew her off. Besides, I’m sure you know the answer.

So why does this warrant a late night call? Because I was awake?

No, he looked at the floor and she saw the grave expression on his face. Because something has happened.

She knew it. Something bad was going on. Her gut had told her. So spill it, she said with more confidence than she felt.

Your friend Wallaby is dead.

MELISSA WAS EXHAUSTED. She’d spent most of the last week working leads on Wallaby’s death. Logan had put her in charge.

The only thing she knew for certain was that he had fifteen rounds put through him. There were no witnesses. There was no known reason. He was just outside his apartment building. It had happened in the middle of the night.

She hadn’t even had time to work the other case, let alone see Hudson. He was getting impatient. He called her several times a day. Sometimes to just chat. Others to check on her. Mostly to try and meet with her. But she had left him the night she’d found out and not been back.

It wasn’t personal. Not towards him. Or maybe it was. She wasn’t sure what to think or believe and she was trying like hell not to fall apart. She’d just seen Wallaby a few days prior. He’d told her some pretty potent stuff. She knew he was worried about his own death and so she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Logan was blowing it off as gang related retaliatory hits for the ATF meddling in their affairs. But Melissa didn’t buy it. She didn’t see any reason that Andy would be anywhere on a gang’s radar. Actually, she wasn’t sure why Andy was out at that time of night. He was a homebody.

She’d asked Hudson. What had happened? He had a guy watching the place and that’s how he’d found out. But apparently the guy had gone to grab a bite. Nothing was happening and he took a break. That’s when it happened. And when he returned there were officials everywhere and Wallaby was dead.

It hadn’t sat right with her. Why would he suddenly leave when there was something about to happen? If it was just a careless choice then what should she think about his men, particularly the ones watching her? But mostly, it didn’t seem realistic. And that terrified her.

Asher had been adamant that he wanted her safe. He’d told her to stay away from Wallaby. That it could get her killed. Just simply having him confide in her what he had would put her in danger.

That made her wonder if it was truly something he didn’t know about. Did he take care of Wallaby? Either because he wanted to protect her or because he wanted to protect himself?

She didn’t want to think too much into it. But she had no choice as she found a couple clues from random leads she was given. Both pointed in the same direction. A local gang and Asher Hudson. She didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t find anything that showed the clues were erroneous. Instead, everything seemed to back it up.

That was the reason she paid a visit to Hudson that day. The reason she asked again if he knew anything. The reason she shared that she had evidence he was providing guns to the local gangs and that he’d instructed one