Overexposed (Book 3): White Wolves MC, #3

By Paula Cox

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

 

There's no going back once you get too close to the biker.

 

I ran away from a man who beat me…

Right into the arms of the man who'd break me.

 

CHELSEA

 

I know I shouldn't be here.

But I just don't have a choice.

 

Elias is my last hope.

That's how I knew I'm truly screwed.

 

Because an outlaw rogue like him can sense desperation in a woman like a shark smelling blood on the waters.

 

He can see I'm battered.

He can see I'm bruised.

He can see I'm breaking, inside and out…

 

And he's determined to finish the job.

 

But Elias is different than my abuser.

He's no violent coward, like my ex brandishing his police officer's badge like a weapon.

When he breaks me, it won't be with slaps across the face or curses hurled to bring me to tears.

 

No, the biker has his own brand of pain.

The sweetest kind.

The sickest kind.

The kind that I'll fall to my knees and moan for…

 

Over, and over, and over again.

 

He's going to break me.

And I'm going to beg for more.

 

ELIAS

 

I've never been a one-woman kind of guy.

That's one of the perks of the outlaw lifestyle – a different girl every night.

Then, when the sun's up…

Kick 'em out and never see 'em again.

 

It suits me.

At least, it used to.

 

Then she came sprinting through the door.

 

She looked so out of place.

Like a baby deer in the lion's den.

 

But when I saw the bruises ruining her perfect skin, I instantly knew.

There was a monster in her past.

 

I decided a few things then and there.

 

I'm gonna find the man who hurt her.

I'm gonna break every bone in his body.

Then I'm gonna come back to my clubhouse, bend the girl over my chopper, and let the whole world know one thing:

 

This one's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393851394

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Overexposed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (White Wolves MC Book 3)

By Paula Cox

THERE’S NO GOING BACK once you get too close to the biker.

I ran away from a man who beat me...

Right into the arms of the man who’d break me.

CHELSEA

I know I shouldn’t be here.

But I just don’t have a choice.

Elias is my last hope.

That’s how I knew I’m truly screwed.

Because an outlaw rogue like him can sense desperation in a woman like a shark smelling blood on the waters.

He can see I’m battered.

He can see I’m bruised.

He can see I’m breaking, inside and out...

And he’s determined to finish the job.

But Elias is different than my abuser.

He’s no violent coward, like my ex brandishing his police officer’s badge like a weapon.

When he breaks me, it won’t be with slaps across the face or curses hurled to bring me to tears.

No, the biker has his own brand of pain.

The sweetest kind.

The sickest kind.

The kind that I’ll fall to my knees and moan for...

Over, and over, and over again.

He’s going to break me.

And I’m going to beg for more.

ELIAS

I’ve never been a one-woman kind of guy.

That’s one of the perks of the outlaw lifestyle – a different girl every night.

Then, when the sun’s up...

Kick ‘em out and never see ‘em again.

It suits me.

At least, it used to.

Then she came sprinting through the door.

She looked so out of place.

Like a baby deer in the lion’s den.

But when I saw the bruises ruining her perfect skin, I instantly knew.

There was a monster in her past.

I decided a few things then and there.

I’m gonna find the man who hurt her.

I’m gonna break every bone in his body.

Then I’m gonna come back to my clubhouse, bend the girl over my chopper, and let the whole world know one thing:

This one’s mine.

CHAPTER 1

I think I've decided on the Deluxe, but the Heritage is really nice too, Chelsea said to Elias as they rode over to the Log Cabin in his truck Wednesday evening for dinner and then to meet John and the trio.

So you are set on the Softail though, right? Elias asked.

Yep. With as much riding as the club does, I don't think a Sporty is going to be a good long-term investment. I'd just be trading up in a year or so, she reasoned.

Elias nodded. Sounds reasonable.

Thank you, she said with a smile. Why do they want to see me?

John wants you to hear the news from him personally, since this is personal to you.

What do you think he'll say?

I honestly don't know, but whatever it is, it won't change a thing between me and you, alright?

Alright, she said, and looked out the side window. She felt very nervous going to see John as the president of the club, rather than as a friend. But, John was John, right? Like Elias was Elias?

Maybe. She couldn't really get the two images to merge.

Behind them were two riders, with two more in the front. Elias had cut the house crew down to two a shift until Sunday when Tomas would be back out on the street again. But anytime they went anywhere, at least four riders were with them now. This made much more sense to Chelsea, as she really didn't feel that Tomas was stupid enough to come to the house once he found it—if he found it. Elias was pretty careful about where people thought he lived, it seemed. At least, people outside of the club.

Even though they were down to two a shift, however, either Jeff, Dave, or Tom was always stopping by, saying hello and looking things over. She liked all three of them and all three were with them now.

The fourth was named Eric, and he was new to her, but Elias said he was one of his best men. An ex-mercenary. Eric kind of scared her. He wasn't mean, exactly, but he wasn't nice either. He was also hard, all the way through, like some old oak tree. His skin was tanned in a weathered sort of way, as if he was seasoned by wind and sun and desert. He did have a marvelous mane of red hair though that was wild and thick. She imagined that Thor would have had red hair like that—the real Thor, not the comic book Thor, according to Elias.

They all ate at one long table, with her sitting next to Elias on the side where he could see the door. The other men, as if they arranged it beforehand, all watched other areas of the bar and restaurant as they ate, talked, and laughed. It was kind of eerie, really. They smiled, and laughed, and at the same time scanned the room with non-smiling eyes. They kept their gun hands as free as possible, drinking and eating with the other hand. It was like being in the Wild West with a bunch of quick-draw fighters. A fly couldn't get near her. They seemed relaxed, but they weren't, not at all. It made her nervous.

But what really made her nervous was waiting for seven o'clock in the bar. She tried to drink her beer and relax, but there was too much energy in the room. Everyone seemed to know that this was it—the night that the trio would make the decision about her, a decision that would affect all of them. Even Marvin, the bartender, was a little on edge, and he was the most relaxed man she had ever met in her life other than her dad. Even Sally, the waitress, was a little jumpy. Chelsea was on pins and needles.

Finally seven o'clock arrived, and Elias got up from his stool and she followed. Four Guards followed behind, but when they came to the back office door, the four remained outside and only she and Elias went in.

The trio was John, Wild