Ripped (Book 2): Sons of Judah MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 2 of the Sons of Judah MC romance series! Book 3 of this motorcycle club romance is available everywhere now!

 

I stole her from her husband and chained her to my bed.

 

It's taking all my restraint not to rip her apart.

She's too damn innocent for a sinner like me.

So damn pure that it'd be a crime to lay a single tatted finger on her perfect skin.

 

Besides, I didn't come here to claim her.

I only came to collect a massive debt from her scumbag husband.

 

But I've spent my whole life searching for a woman worth keeping.

And now that I've found her, I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

 

Especially if it means putting a bullet in that cheating bastard's skull.

 

I spare his life, but I take his wife for myself.

 

Stacy is terrified.

I'd be scared, too.

I'm six and a half feet of scars and tattoo, and I don't play nice in bed.

I'm gonna break this pretty little angel.

 

Because now that we're alone…

It's time to show her who she belongs to.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393733430

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Ripped: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Sons of Judah MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

I stole her from her husband and chained her to my bed.

IT’S TAKING ALL MY restraint not to rip her apart.

She’s too damn innocent for a sinner like me.

So damn pure that it’d be a crime to lay a single tatted finger on her perfect skin.

Besides, I didn’t come here to claim her.

I only came to collect a massive debt from her scumbag husband.

But I’ve spent my whole life searching for a woman worth keeping.

And now that I’ve found her, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

Especially if it means putting a bullet in that cheating bastard’s skull.

I spare his life, but I take his wife for myself.

Stacy is terrified.

I’d be scared, too.

I’m six and a half feet of scars and tattoo, and I don’t play nice in bed.

I’m gonna break this pretty little angel.

Because now that we’re alone...

It’s time to show her who she belongs to.

Chapter 1

On her way home the next morning, she was a little sheepish, a little confused. Marco held her hand in his as they strolled up the stairs from the subway and walked in the direction of her apartment. Last night was magnificent, comfortable, and amazing. She had slept beautifully, and when she woke up, he made love to her once more. She didn’t think it was possible to touch greater heights of pleasure, but with each lovemaking session, he proved her wrong.

She told him that she would go home on her own, but he insisted on coming with her. The gesture was sweet and intimate—and she didn’t quite know what to make of it. He said that he loved her, and every move seemed to prove that point, and yet she wasn’t ready to accept this all.

How could she?

If she did so, she would have to accept her own feelings, and Stacy just wasn’t ready to do so. What are you doing at night? he asked.

Ah! I’ve a birthday dinner to go to.

Tomorrow night?

Sure, I’m free.

He rubbed his fingers over her knuckles, and the sweetness of his gesture pulled at the strings of her heart. How about you stay over at my place? Pack a bag so that you can leave directly for work from my apartment?

Sure, that sounds like a plan.

It seemed that she was incapable of having her own thoughts. Whatever he wanted, she was willing to do. There was a time when she planned every meticulous detail in her life—that Stacy appeared to be a little lost and confused. For now it was ok, but she didn’t really want to lose herself too completely. She would have to take back the control of her life from him. Sure, he was addictive. He was decisive, and he cared about her feelings, but she really wanted to make her own decisions and not be someone who was only nodding her head whenever he said something.

Maybe we can catch a movie for our next date? he asked.

When was the last time she went to a cinema? Stacy couldn’t quite remember. With Ned, they covered the social circuit. It was important for him to be seen and to see others who were important and upstanding citizens of the city, and she’d fallen into that pattern all too easily. Movies, according to Ned, were a waste of time.

Well, once in a while, she would like to waste her time because it was her time to waste. That’s a good idea. She whipped out her cell phone and began to search on it. Ah! There is a thriller and a romantic comedy. What would you like to see?

Whatever you want.

A wise choice indeed, she said. But are you sure you can sit through a romantic comedy. It’s about a bride who discovers two days before her wedding that she is really in love with the best man and not the groom.

Ouch! He winced. Why do that make painful movies like that? If I was that groom, I would shoot myself.

That’s the whole point of it. The groom would likely discover that he wasn’t in love with her really, that he imagined those feelings, and what he really wants is to sail across the Atlantic alone in a yacht for a year, she predicted as she shoved the phone back in her purse. Although they are predictable, such movies appeal to people because they reinforce the concept of discovering yourself, soul-searching, and happily ever after in the case of at least one person.

Crap, I tell you.

She giggled. So I guess the romantic comedy is out.

I don’t mind watching it if that is what you want. Personally, I can have a good time with a tub of popcorn and a large soda.

She raised her eyebrow as she considered him. So you’ll suffer through a romantic movie if I want to watch it.

Suffer is too strong a word. I would likely enjoy it too.

She halted and peered closely at him. Oh my God! You’re a closet romantic. It goes against your image, so you don’t want to admit it, but really you’re thrilled with the thought of watching a romance.

What nonsense!

I know it. I just know that is true. Oh come on! Admit it.

He laughed and grabbed her hand. I’m certainly not a romantic. Sure, I would watch the movie and enjoy it but don’t read too much into it.

Stacy was quite aware that she’d hit the nail on the head. He was really a big softie, especially when it came to women. Since he didn’t want to admit it, she left the topic, but it gave her some food for thought. The man wasn’t quite whom he projected himself to be. Maybe she didn’t make such a bad choice when she became involved with him. It could be a good thing really for both of them. In quite a lot of ways, they were perfect for each other. She liked being with him, and it was obvious he enjoyed spending time with her. Maybe in the end, it would all work out. He said that he was already half way in love with her, but that wasn’t something she was prepared to think about at the moment.

Sure, she was worried, but maybe she just needed to relax and go along with the flow of their relationship. It was hard for her to do so because she liked to know exactly where she was going and what the plan of action was, but once in a while it wouldn’t hurt to just let the waves of fate tug her along.

If this was meant, it would work out, and if it wasn’t in her destiny, they would fall apart.

The concept was alien to her, but she was willing to give it a try just this once.

Ok, we’ll watch the romantic comedy then, and if you hate it, don’t blame me for it. I’m willing to give you a choice.

And I am willing to go along with whatever you decide, he said.

How do you do that? Doesn’t it scare the hell out of you?

He turned to face her when she stopped in front of her building. Raising a hand, he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, the sweet gesture making her heart pound. It doesn’t make that much of a difference as to what movie you choose.

No, I don’t mean that. She cleared her throat. I mean, doesn’t it scare you to simply go along and let life throw its punches without being prepared for them.

He ran a finger