Thick as an Outlaw (Book 3): Bagram Nine MC, #3

By Paula Cox

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

 

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: 9781393732143

Book preview

Thick as an Outlaw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bagram Nine MC Book 3)

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

Isat curled up on the couch in the dark feeling sorry for myself. The sun had set and I had done nothing at all. Not get up and start cooking, or get up and switch on a light, or get up and do anything at all. I had done everything Krista had suggested. I was going to put on five pounds from the sweets I’d eaten. The movie had been one of those art productions that had nothing to do with love.

It hadn’t made a difference at all. I still felt like shit. The moment the anger had faded away, I’d started feeling like my life was over and that feeling was still there.

I closed my eyes. I could still feel his hands on my body when I concentrated. I felt his fingers tracing the outline of my breasts, the wetness of his mouth on my nipples, the feel of his body against mine when he pressed us so close together it was impossible to tell that we were two different people. I knew every freckle on his body as if I had studied it for years. I knew the size and the feel of him when he pressed into me, the power of his thrusts in contrast to the gentleness of his hands and his eyes.

Dammit, why couldn’t I just forget about him? Why couldn’t I treat him like any other fling - that happened to have great sex as a bonus - and move on with my life?

The answer was simple. Because at some point he had become more than just a fling, and I had lost more than just a fuck buddy.

I had just lost a guy I’d actually considered getting serious with. I wasn’t sure which was worse - the fact that I’d ended up falling for the son of a bitch after all, or that it had broken me this much to lose him. Maybe it was a tie between the two for downright pathetic. How did you spell Jayna? P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C.

The problem was that even though I had been the one to break it off with him, and he had every right to go around doing whichever girl he wanted now - like that had stopped him before? - I couldn’t stand the thought of him out there with someone else. And I was sure that was what he was doing. There was even less reason for him to hold back now than there had been before, and it wasn’t like he’d seemed very upset about the whole break up. Was I the only one that gave a damn? Had I been the only one to care?

Maybe it was what he’d wanted. He’d tried to talk to me when I’d blown up in his face - had I overreacted? No, there had been scratches. Scratches. Besides, he’d ended up leaving without putting up much of a fight, and I didn’t see him running back. I was betting it was one of those cases where he’d really hoped I would end it so that he wouldn’t have to break my heart.

Bad news buddy, it had shattered anyway.

I was miserable, and I knew that I’d brought it all on myself. Krista had warned me. Hell, even without her warning, I’d known that it would be a mistake to get involved with someone like him. No one fell in love with an idiot that used you for sex and kicked you out like your services were complete. No one except me, obviously.

It was just the kindness that had started showing through afterward that had gotten to me. I hadn’t expected it from him, hadn’t expected him to have the capacity. It had started off with raw attraction because, in all honesty, who could say no to a bad boy? Those muscles, the fuck-the-world attitude that I envied. And it had developed from there because he’d had a personality under all that I-don’t-care. It had been one I’d wanted to get to know. My mother often said I spent time with people because they gave me what I couldn’t conjure up for myself - acceptance. I hated to admit that she was right, but it did happen from time to time.

And look where I was now? A blubbering mess on the couch. There was nothing worse than hearing I-told-you-so. From yourself.

What was keeping Krista and her wine? It was getting late, and God knew I could do with a drink. A bottle. Something that would knock me out long and hard enough so that when I woke up, I’d have somehow managed to have found some sense again. I’d been sitting in the dark for hours, wallowing in self-pity, feeling like I was the world’s most terrible victim.

I got up and closed the curtains that were still open.