Thrust (Book 3): Gravediggers MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

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

 

Every thrust is tearing my world apart.

 

The thugs surrounding me in that dark alley weren't the type to bargain.

They gave me only two choices:

Strip or die.

 

I would've faced humiliation, death, or worse if it hadn't been for the mysterious biker.

He saved me…

 

But only so he could keep me for myself.

 

Now, I belong to a scarred, tattooed outlaw with a hidden past.

His touch is savage and his words are filthy.

I want to run for the hills, but disobeying him is not an option.

So when he tells me to bend for him, I've got no choice but to fall to my knees.

 

But when someone tries to steal me from Breaker, everything I know gets flipped on its head.

 

I'm no longer just the outlaw's possession.

Now, I'm about to be his wife.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393666509

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Thrust: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Gravediggers MC Book 3)

By Evelyn Glass

Every thrust is tearing my world apart.

THE THUGS SURROUNDING me in that dark alley weren’t the type to bargain.

They gave me only two choices:

Strip or die.

I would’ve faced humiliation, death, or worse if it hadn’t been for the mysterious biker.

He saved me...

But only so he could keep me for myself.

Now, I belong to a scarred, tattooed outlaw with a hidden past.

His touch is savage and his words are filthy.

I want to run for the hills, but disobeying him is not an option.

So when he tells me to bend for him, I’ve got no choice but to fall to my knees.

But when someone tries to steal me from Breaker, everything I know gets flipped on its head.

I’m no longer just the outlaw’s possession.

Now, I’m about to be his wife.

Chapter 1

Breaker

The words, you have to run away, now, had been on the tip of my tongue the entire day, ever since I’d formulated the plan in my head. But no matter how much I’d practiced saying them over and over again in my mind, I couldn’t get them out now.

Look, I’m definitely not the type of guy who hides his emotions behind some bullshit macho face. When I feel something, you’ll goddamn well know what I am feeling. And when I’ve got something to say, you’re going to hear it even if you don’t want to. It’s gotten me in trouble more than once, especially with girls. There was one, in particular, Rhonda, who wouldn’t leave me the hell alone no matter how much I tried to get her off of me. It only took an hour or two of us playing this game before I snapped on her, leaving her crying on the roadside outside a hotel in Cheyenne.

Aimee wasn’t any different. When I parked the truck, she didn’t move. She stayed stiff in the seat, her eyes glazed and staring straight ahead as if a movie were playing in front of her.

Now, as the song on the radio changes over to a commercial, she begins simpering. I can’t leave now, Breaker, she says, her lower lip quivering. I know what I’ve said in the past, but I can’t leave right now with Henry and...

Henry is none of your business. You can’t be around if someone gets word that he’s alive. That’s why you need to go through with this. You need to make it look as if you left on your own accord.

And when they find out that I’m gone? she asks, looking over at me with hollow eyes. What about you then?

They won’t touch me. They’ll see I dropped you off. That’s the point. I have an alibi. You’re getting a huge head start on them, and I’ll have a free and clear breakaway. And even if they find out, one of us will be able to get the hell out of here. I swallow hard, thinking of all the ways I’m breaking club oaths. I’ve got Henry in the trunk, still very much alive, and Aimee about to run, with my help. I started a coup earlier that blew up in my face with the consequences yet to unfold.

Aimee can’t be part of that baggage, no matter what that nagging voice in the back of my head was telling me to do. I have to do this. I have to get her out of this truck so we can both move on to the next step.

She lets out a huff of air. Though she’s still knockout gorgeous, something about today has aged her at least ten years. Her tan skin is missing that bright, youthful glow, and her shoulders, usually brown and supple and muscular in that sexy, feminine way, now slump over her lap as she holds back something that sounds like another whimper.

Finally, she bursts out, Please. Please, Breaker. Just come with me. We can do this together... I know we can. I just... I just can’t go without you.

I pull her by her shoulders toward me, almost yanking her over the middle counsel of the truck. With her wrapped in my arms, I lift her chin so that she has no choice but to look at me. Get out of this truck, Aimee, I instruct, and don’t look back. You get the hell out of this town. Go back to Hawaii and start over again without me. There’s nothing here for you anymore.

She looks as if she has more to say, at least more pleading to do. But my word is my word, and she knows better by now than to question me. We stay this way for a while, her body getting heavy in my arms as the minutes pass. Eventually, she pulls away, her hands and arms shaking. She has let go.

Aimee hops down from the truck and walks toward the hotel. I want to wait around to see if she actually goes inside, but I don’t have the time. While I only inflicted minor wounds on Henry, he was losing blood, and I needed to get him somewhere safe.

I take off, making sure I pass a few members of the club that aren’t exactly on my side. They have to see me leave to make this believable. I nod to them as I pass by. They’re leaning up against their bikes, drinking their afternoon beers, not even processing what the hell is going on. Good.

I drive about an hour outside of town, using only side roads. Cement turns into gravel pavement. Pavement turns to dust and dirt. Dust and dirt become hot, floating sand that swirls around the truck’s red body.

Finally, in the cool shade of an oak tree somewhere between Nowhere and Nothingsville, I pull over and stop the car. I’d passed a gas station about twenty minutes back, so I think there’s at least somewhere Henry can go to get some help. Plus, this is far enough out that I doubt any guy I know has any sort of tie to the town or its people. It sure as shit doesn’t look like a place any of my boys would be bold enough to do business.

I walk back to the bed of the truck, and the first thing I notice is that Henry has managed to untie himself. He’s sitting up on the bed, leaning his back just under the window.

You drive like a fucking lunatic, he says as he strips off the rest of the blue tarp.

Yeah, well, I say, extending my hand to help him out, I had to make it look like I was desperate to dump a dead body, didn’t I? He hops down off the bed, and I crack a wry grin. And while we’re on the subject, I didn’t hear a ‘thank you’ come out of your mouth. He freezes up for a moment, until I throw my head back and laugh. He joins in, sounding a little nervous, though, and shakes his head.

I throw the blue sheet down on the ground. We should probably bury it; we don’t want word getting back about an empty tarp without a corpse floating around the Texan countryside. Luckily, Carlos or Biggs had thought ahead and left us with a few shovels in the back.

You feel like digging your own grave? I ask Henry as he takes a sip out of a water bottle from the front seat.

It could be worse, I suppose, he replies, staring at the tarp in morbid fascination. I could be lying face down in it.

We spend an hour in front of the low beams digging a small trench. We use the extra