Rough as an Outlaw (Book 1): Seven Tribesmen MC, #1

By Paula Cox

This is book 1 of the Seven Tribesmen MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance are available everywhere now!

 

Nobody does it rougher than Bishop.

 

She came to lock me up.

But in the end, she'll set me free.

Free from the darkness clouding my soul.

And free from the men who want me dead and gone.

 

BISHOP

 

I'm not gentle. I'm not kind.

But the ladies can't stay out of my bed.

They know a real man when they see one.

They know I'll kill to protect what's mine.

 

But Stella Holmes is different than most.

She thinks she can stand up to me.

Hell, she thinks she can take me down.

 

But what Agent Holmes doesn't realize is that – behind that badge, beneath that suit – is a body.

A woman's body.

One that sees me and knows exactly where she belongs:

 

On her knees, doing exactly what I say.

 

STELLA

 

The biker thinks he's above the law.

I'm here to prove him wrong.

 

But it won't be easy.

Bishop is used to getting his way with women.

It's not hard to see why.

He's tall, alpha, dark, dominant.

Every word is spoken like I was born to serve him.

 

And the longer I'm in his presence, the more I start to think he might be right.

 

But Bishop has demons below the surface.

He thinks hurting people is the only way to live.

I have to show him there's another way…

 

Or I'll have to drag him into prison myself.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393457220

Book preview

Rough as an Outlaw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Seven Tribesmen MC Book 1)

By Paula Cox

NOBODY DOES IT ROUGHER than Bishop.

She came to lock me up.

But in the end, she’ll set me free.

Free from the darkness clouding my soul.

And free from the men who want me dead and gone.

BISHOP

I’m not gentle. I’m not kind.

But the ladies can’t stay out of my bed.

They know a real man when they see one.

They know I’ll kill to protect what’s mine.

But Stella Holmes is different than most.

She thinks she can stand up to me.

Hell, she thinks she can take me down.

But what Agent Holmes doesn’t realize is that – behind that badge, beneath that suit – is a body.

A woman’s body.

One that sees me and knows exactly where she belongs:

On her knees, doing exactly what I say.

STELLA

The biker thinks he’s above the law.

I’m here to prove him wrong.

But it won’t be easy.

Bishop is used to getting his way with women.

It’s not hard to see why.

He’s tall, alpha, dark, dominant.

Every word is spoken like I was born to serve him.

And the longer I’m in his presence, the more I start to think he might be right.

But Bishop has demons below the surface.

He thinks hurting people is the only way to live.

I have to show him there’s another way...

Or I’ll have to drag him into prison myself.

CHAPTER ONE

Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Agent Holmes marched down the corridor. As her heels clicked across the white tiles of the Grand River Police Department, the local officers ducked into adjoining rooms or passed her averting their gazes. Stella Holmes didn't notice; she scanned over the latest debacle of the man she would be questioning. Arthur Bishop was president of the Seven Tribesmen, a local motorcycle gang that – as far as Holmes was concerned – terrorized the citizens and some of the weaker officers into compliance.

Last night, Bishop was apprehended at a dive bar tucked into some far corner of the town for assault and damaging property during a brawl. Further investigation proved to be fruitless. No one would testify or bear witness against a Seven Tribesmen member, let alone the head honcho. When it came to who started what, their lips clamped tightly. The surveillance videos mysteriously got erased with some cockamamie excuse about a power failure or equipment malfunction.

As she drew closer to the interrogation room, sudden electricity fizzled through the air. Stella glanced up, an itch of excitement and annoyance flickering over her thoughts. Smoothing her clothes and replacing the report in Bishop's file, Agent Holmes reached for the door and stepped into Arthur Bishop's hard glare.

As the door clicked shut behind her, she surveyed the man before her. Tattoos ran along his tanned arms, interlocking designs that required closer examination. Beneath his skin, cords of muscle tensed and twitched. His leather vest, well-worn and malleable, displayed a variety of badges. Most notable was the president badge over his heart. She knew on the back would be a large Seven Tribesmen patch – an intimidating, flaming skull with tribal-like tattoos across its surface and a seven acting as backdrop.

Even shackled to the table, he exuded complete dominance in the room save for the small bubble Stella Holmes now possessed.

In the thick silence, Agent Holmes' heels clacked loudly against the floor as she approached the bare table. She set the hefty file down on her end, while Arthur Bishop watched her like a cat watching a goldfish.

Mr. Bishop, her gaze flicked toward his sharp grey eyes as she flashed her badge, I am Agent Holmes, FBI.

He retained his expression, no flicker of surprise or irritation skittering over his face.

Stella raised her eyebrows, Do you understand, Mr. Bishop?

Yeah. He raised his chin, the light catching a subtle bruise along the left side of his face.

Good. Now, do you know why we've detained you? She turned her gaze back to the folder on the table, busying herself with spreading out paperwork inside. Hours had been pored over the file on the drive to Grand River. By now, Stella was sure she had every detail of the man's known criminal life memorized.

Because I got a pretty face?

She shot him a look and, just slightly, his lips twitched with a grin. Stella smoothed her expression, ignoring the shudder of her heart as his grin broadened. She eased her irritation away. No, Mr. Bishop. The FBI is investigating suspected drug trafficking.

Well, you're not too good, he snorted. The handcuffs rattled as he shifted, We keep drugs out of Grand River. We don't want that shit here.

See, I find that hard to believe, Stella purred, her smile tight.

Bishop's eyebrows lowered, his green eyes hardening as he growled, Believe it, sister.

I'm not your sister.

No, you're not. His hungry eyes dipped over Stella's body, and a hormonal jolt shot through her body. After Bishop's gaze grazed over her body, his grey eyes returned to her face, What makes you think the Seven Tribesmen are involved?

The agent didn't falter under his leer. Her own gaze hardened and her tone sharp, she replied, The trail led to Grand River. The Seven Tribesmen is the most prominent gang around. You do the math.

Yeah, see, I was never an ace in math class, Bishop grunted before running his tongue over his teeth. The handcuffs rattled as he pointed at Agent Holmes, But it sounds like you pulled that answer out of your shapely ass.

Stella's lips pursed as she fought down the embarrassed burn on her cheeks. She averted her gaze, glaring at the papers in front of her. A different route may prove more fruitful. She shuffled through the papers and took a seat in the cold chair. Tell me about the fight.

Pure, fake innocence coated his tone, What fight?

The fight where you got that bruise, Stella said, her eyes slowly swinging towards his face.

This? He pointed at his face with his thumbs, before a shit-eating grin crossed his lips, It's a birthmark.

Despite her fluttering heart, Stella steeled herself against Bishop's grin, "Mr. Bishop."

The man rolled his eyes, his smile draining from his face. He leaned back in his chair, quietly watching the woman before him for a breath. Finally, his shoulders relaxed a little as he spoke, It was a misunderstanding, Miss–

"Agent," Agent Holmes bit out.

Bishop paused, his smirk twitching as he corrected himself, "Agent Holmes. A couple of boys from the next town