Thick as an Outlaw (Book 1): Bagram Nine MC, #1

By Paula Cox

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

 

She deserved a hero. She got an outlaw instead.

 

And I'm the farthest thing from a guardian angel.

I'm thick, rough, and rude.

And once I've laid my hands on her…

I'll ruin her for the rest of her life.

 

DAX

 

They crossed a line they never should have crossed.

And now I'll stop at nothing to make them pay for their sins.

 

To hold your best friend's body in your hands is a pain I'll never forget.

It's seared into my skin, just like the ink that marks me as a member of the Bagram Nine MC.

And my vow for revenge is as permanent as the tattoos I bear.

 

I swore to make those evil SOBs beg for mercy.

 

But I never expected to find Jayna.

 

JAYNA

 

I've always had a little bit of a self-destructive streak.

Just when things are going good, I find a way to ruin them.

 

But Dax is the worst mistake I've ever made.

 

There's no coming back once I turn down this road.

And Dax isn't the type of man to indulge my second thoughts.

Once I fell into his arms, only one thing mattered:

 

That I belonged to him now.

 

He's a savage beast, an outlaw with no mercy left in his tattooed heart.

On a one-man mission for bloody vengeance, I was merely a bump in his road.

 

Until I became much, much more.

 

Somewhere, deep down inside the bad boy, is a soul worth saving.

But I can't say for sure whether I'll be able to salvage it…

 

Or whether Dax's rage will drag us both to an early grave.

 

I can't let that happen.

After all…

 

I've got a biker's baby in my belly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393476092

Book preview

Thick as an Outlaw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bagram Nine MC Book 1)

By Paula Cox

SHE DESERVED A HERO. She got an outlaw instead.

And I’m the farthest thing from a guardian angel.

I’m thick, rough, and rude.

And once I’ve laid my hands on her...

I’ll ruin her for the rest of her life.

DAX

They crossed a line they never should have crossed.

And now I’ll stop at nothing to make them pay for their sins.

To hold your best friend’s body in your hands is a pain I’ll never forget.

It’s seared into my skin, just like the ink that marks me as a member of the Bagram Nine MC.

And my vow for revenge is as permanent as the tattoos I bear.

I swore to make those evil SOBs beg for mercy.

But I never expected to find Jayna.

JAYNA

I’ve always had a little bit of a self-destructive streak.

Just when things are going good, I find a way to ruin them.

But Dax is the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

There’s no coming back once I turn down this road.

And Dax isn’t the type of man to indulge my second thoughts.

Once I fell into his arms, only one thing mattered:

That I belonged to him now.

He’s a savage beast, an outlaw with no mercy left in his tattooed heart.

On a one-man mission for bloody vengeance, I was merely a bump in his road.

Until I became much, much more.

Somewhere, deep down inside the bad boy, is a soul worth saving.

But I can’t say for sure whether I’ll be able to salvage it...

Or whether Dax’s rage will drag us both to an early grave.

I can’t let that happen.

After all...

I’ve got a biker’s baby in my belly.

Chapter 1

Igot into my car and stretched, arching my back until it cracked. Sitting in front of the computer all day had gotten me into a nasty habit of hunching. I had to get one of those ergonomic chairs they kept advertising on TV. I had the money for that kind of luxury now and God knew the office wasn’t going to fork out cash for something like that. It wasn’t that upscale.

I sat in my car for a moment before starting the engine, just enjoying a different scenery from the two video-editing screens I watched all day. I loved my job as a film editor. I worked for a small, up-and-coming company which produced short films. I’d interned with them, and they’d liked me enough to take me on full time. It was my dream to work for a company like Dreamworks or Pixar one day. But for now, it was 60 plus hours a week at Houseworx.

The sky was a clear blue, the color you couldn’t get on a swatch, and the few clouds in the sky were like puffs of candy floss backgrounded every now and then by a seagull or two. I turned the key in the ignition once to open the window and breathed in. The smell of the ocean flooded into my car: it smelled like summer and hope.

Los Angeles was the kind of place people thought that you only went to when you wanted to make it big. I thought the same thing when I grew up in small town Arizona. Hollywood was a big deal around here, but aside from the glitz and the glam, LA was a city like any other, and there were people who worked here that just tried to make a living.

I twisted my long hair into a bun and stuck a pen in it to make the hair stick. I turned the ignition and my car purred to life, much better than the cough-and-splutter I’d heard until now. I’d been working in film for just over a year now and trading in my ancient Toyota for a brand new SUV had been a huge milestone. I was still getting used to my car, and my life, and the slow and steady improvement of my fortunes.

I put my phone in the dock and drove out of the parking lot. The road that led toward the big city was lined with palm trees, picturesque and romantic. The city stretched up in the near distance, with tall, silver buildings that reached for the sky.

Well, picturesque, at least. Romantic only came when you had someone to share it with. That was another part of my dream. I’d left a heartbroken high school sweetheart behind in Arizona with the excuse that I couldn’t be small-town forever. He’d wanted to come with me. I couldn’t imagine being stuck with him for the rest of my life. I’d come here hoping to find a future in my career and a man I could share it with.

The first part of my list was checked off and running smoothly. So far, I hadn’t met any men that knew how to treat a woman according to my high standards.

I lived on my own in a condo that looked out over a busy street that thrived at night. It was another of my recent upgrades. Cue the new life I was stepping into.

My phone rang over the Bluetooth radio set.

Jayna? My best friend Krista’s voice crackled over the speakers. Are you done working yet?

Just got off, I said. What’s up?

I want to have a girls’ night tonight but everyone else pulled out. You’re up for it though, right? Please tell me you’re not going to say no.

I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for pumping music and a crowd that throbbed to the beat of the latest tune. All I wanted tonight was my bed and sitcom reruns.

Can’t we just go out for dinner? I asked. Compromise was the name of the game.

Krista groaned. Everyone’s so damn grown up these days, she said. Fine. I’ll meet you at Cat’s Pajamas at seven.

I hung up. Cat’s Pajamas was a nice place as far as restaurants went. Classy, the kind of place that saw a celebrity face once in a while – upbeat, but not a cocktail bar or a nightclub. And dinner wouldn’t finish late. Perfect.

I sneezed, the pollen in the summer air getting to me. God, I hated sneezing while I was driving. I sniffed and fished for the handbag I’d shoved behind my seat; I’d stuffed some tissues in there a few days ago. I still had to get around to filling the car up with the bare necessities. New cars were like new homes – sparkly and spectacular but not personalized yet.

I couldn’t find the bag. I turned as far as I could without letting go of the steering wheel and glanced over my shoulder. The bag was wedged underneath the seat like I’d jammed it in there. Which I hadn’t.

When I turned my eyes back to the road a black dog was in the middle of the street, mere feet from my bumper. I slammed on the breaks, my throat too locked up to scream.

Thank God for ABS. I felt the breaks catch and release as I skidded to a stop. I held my breath and waited for the thunk that would tell me I hit the dog, but it didn’t come. I watched the other side of the car, waiting for the dog to reappear. It didn’t.

I let out my breath in a whoosh of air, hit the button for the hazards and opened the car door.

I hadn’t hit the dog, but the animal had collapsed right in front of the car. The dog was in a bad shape. It