Rebel's Property (Book 2): Satan's Martyrs MC, #2

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 2 of the Satan's Martyrs MC romance series! Book 3 of this motorcycle club romance is available everywhere now!

 

He put me back together… just so he could break me again.

 

He saved me in my darkest moment.

But it was only for his own savage pleasure.

I should've run away when I had the chance.

It's too late. Because now, I belong to the rebel.

 

HOPE

 

I was reaching my breaking point when Killian came into my life.

 

There was no hiding what he is—a beast.

A rugged, savage beast.

A beast who plays hard.

Who takes control in ways I never knew I wanted.

In ways I never knew I needed.

 

I have to be careful around him.

 

But when he leaves me gasping for more…

When his words make me shiver at what's to come...

I realize that I don't want him to let me go.

 

Not now.

Not ever.

 

I want him to own me for good.

 

KILLIAN

 

The outlaw life has made me numb.

Once upon a time, I was a fiery, vicious biker.

Ready to ride 'til midnight and fight 'til dawn.

 

I loved everything about the club:

The patch with colors that terrified any man who dared think to challenge me.

The tattoos and muscle that brought willing females flocking to my bed.

The money that flowed in like a damn waterfall.

 

It all made me feel like a god.

 

But lately, I don't feel much of anything.

My brother is finally out of prison.

I should be happy.

But instead… I'm numb. Unfeeling. Uncaring.

 

Until Hope walked in.

 

Something about her wakes me up again.

Maybe taking the curvy girl for a ride will rekindle the flame that used to burn so brightly inside me.

 

But it turns out that she's far too innocent to be a part of my world.

She isn't ready for this:

The drugs. The violence. The darkness.

 

But once you go biker, you never go back.

And I don't care if she wants to run screaming for the hills.

I'm gonna do what I always planned on doing:

 

Pinning her to my bed.

Pressing my lips to her ear.

And telling her her grim new reality:

 

She's mine now.

Forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393134404

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Rebel’s Property: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Martyrs MC Book 2)

By Kathryn Thomas

He put me back together... just so he could break me again.

HE SAVED ME IN MY DARKEST moment.

But it was only for his own savage pleasure.

I should’ve run away when I had the chance.

It’s too late. Because now, I belong to the rebel.

HOPE

I was reaching my breaking point when Killian came into my life.

There was no hiding what he is—a beast.

A rugged, savage beast.

A beast who plays hard.

Who takes control in ways I never knew I wanted.

In ways I never knew I needed.

I have to be careful around him.

But when he leaves me gasping for more...

When his words make me shiver at what’s to come...

I realize that I don’t want him to let me go.

Not now.

Not ever.

I want him to own me for good.

KILLIAN

The outlaw life has made me numb.

Once upon a time, I was a fiery, vicious biker.

Ready to ride ‘til midnight and fight ‘til dawn.

I loved everything about the club:

The patch with colors that terrified any man who dared think to challenge me.

The tattoos and muscle that brought willing females flocking to my bed.

The money that flowed in like a damn waterfall.

It all made me feel like a god.

But lately, I don’t feel much of anything.

My brother is finally out of prison.

I should be happy.

But instead... I’m numb. Unfeeling. Uncaring.

Until Hope walked in.

Something about her wakes me up again.

Maybe taking the curvy girl for a ride will rekindle the flame that used to burn so brightly inside me.

But it turns out that she’s far too innocent to be a part of my world.

She isn’t ready for this:

The drugs. The violence. The darkness.

But once you go biker, you never go back.

And I don’t care if she wants to run screaming for the hills.

I’m gonna do what I always planned on doing:

Pinning her to my bed.

Pressing my lips to her ear.

And telling her her grim new reality:

She’s mine now.

Forever.

Chapter 1

Hope

At around two o’clock , Dawn comes into the restaurant. The place is quiet now, and will most likely be quiet until around five o’clock, when the dinner rush starts. Lucca is in the back when Dawn enters, which I’m thankful for. The last thing this day needs is an Dawn-Lucca matchup. She wears a long flowing dress and looks absolutely gorgeous with her cute freckled face and pensive expression.

I meet her near the door and we sit at a window table.

I brought you your phone, she says, sliding it across the table. "I needed to get out. Take a walk. So I thought, I’ll take her her phone. You know?"

Her speech is the slow, drawn-out speech of a person recovering from a drug they’ve been dependent on for far too long.

Thanks, sis, I say. How’re you feeling? You look great.

Oh, I’m okay, she mutters. Her eyes study the table, the folded napkins and the glasses like they’re of extreme interest. I’ve seen that expression too many times. I know what it means. She’s thinking about drugs. But at least she’s not on drugs, I think. That’s something, isn’t it?

I’m going to walk out to Sapphire Lake, she says.

That’s a long walk. Are you sure you’re up to it?

I just need to walk. I’ll be careful. That’s part of the reason I brought you your cell. So I can call you if I need help.

Okay, good. That’s really good of you, Dawn. Really responsible.

She smiles wanly, nods, and then rises to her feet. Just need to walk, she says. If I walk, I don’t have to think. And then when I get home I’ll be too tired to, you know . . .

Exactly, I say. Exactly, Dawn. That’s a good attitude to have.

I can’t hide the pride in my voice. This is as hard as she has ever tried to make a real effort to kick it.

I stand up, walk around the table, and hug her. I’m always shocked by how skinny she feels in my arms.

Then she’s gone, leaving the restaurant and floating down Main Street in her flowing dress.

I check my phone for texts or calls. There’s one text from a number I don’t know know. But I don’t need to know it to know who it is. When I am seeing you again?

I text back: Tomorrow night?

I’m wiping down a table when my cell buzzes. I take it out and read: I’ll pick you up after work.

I go back to rubbing down the table, wide, cheesy grin on my face. My mind fills with memories from last night. His hands, his intensity, his commanding voice, his cock . . . I have to stop. Getting horny in the middle of my shift isn’t exactly a good thing. But I can’t stop smiling.

Dawn on the mend, seeing Killian again.

Life is looking up.

An hour after Dawn visits, a man who I at first mistake for Killian walks in. He wears the same leathers, the same blue jeans, the same type of boots. His hair is the same blonde and he’s muscular. Then I look closer and see that he isn’t as tall. It’s Patrick. I realize that my first assessment of him was unfair. He’s not fat, just big, and he’s not short, just not as tall as his younger brother. His hair has been washed and it’s more like Killian’s. His face has a few more lines. He could be an older version of Killian.

He holds a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. The restaurant is at a lull now. Alex stands behind the bar, twiddling his thumbs, and I’m the only waitress on the floor until Allie gets here later tonight. I watch as Patrick walks across the restaurant. I’m wondering who the flowers are for. Lily, maybe? I should tell him that she’s no longer here.

I hear a door creak open behind me, turn, and see Lucca standing there, glaring at the biker. Here’s your chance, tough guy, I think. A Numb in the flesh. But Lucca just stands in the doorway, shooting a beady-eyed glare at Patrick.

Then Patrick is standing in front of me.

Hope, right? he says.

Yes, and you’re Patrick, right?

He nods. It’s nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too. That’s a big bunch of flowers you’ve got there. You seeing one of the waitresses?

He laughs. The way I was last night, don’t think any waitress here would give me the time of day. No, these are for you. He holds out the bouquet of red roses. From Killian, he adds quickly. He wanted you to have them. He’s busy with club stuff, so he couldn’t come himself.

I hold