Thick as an Outlaw (Book 2): Bagram Nine MC, #2

By Paula Cox

This is book 2 of the Bagram Nine MC romance series! Book 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance is 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: 9781393360780

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Thick as an Outlaw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bagram Nine MC Book 2)

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

The motorbike ride was a hell of a thrill. Dax didn’t wear his helmet – I had it on. I felt silly until he’d pulled out of his drive, and then I was really glad I had something protecting my head from the world, just in case we crashed. The ride was fantastic. It was a thrill being that close to the road, the scenery whizzing past so fast, literally just out of reach. It wasn’t like being in a car. The wind whipped the hair that came out from underneath the helmet, and I found myself thinking that I would make sure to pin it up next time. Why was I already planning a next time? Dax’s body was taut and muscular against my chest and arms, and every time he sped up I clung to him even tighter.

I had the idea he was doing it on purpose just so that I would hold onto him. I didn’t mind. I wanted to hold onto him.

While we drove, it felt like everything else fell away – work, my isolated life here in the city, the fact that I was a small town girl who didn’t fit in. Even my upset from the night before, where Dax had slept with me and then treated me like shit. None of it mattered while I was on the back of his motorcycle, holding onto him, seeing the world fly by in a different light than I’d ever seen it before.

I had lived my life being careful. Everything had always been planned. The wildest thing I’d done was break up with my high school sweetheart and move to LA, away from the small town where I’d lived my whole life, and where I’d been terrified of just existing until I was old and died of boredom.

Even here, in the city of dreams, I was living a life that was based on routine and performance. I did what I needed to do so that I made enough money. I went into the office at the same time every day, left at the same time, did the same things every night.

My life was stagnant, and it had taken a fresh breath of air like Dax to ruffle my feathers and show me that life could be damn interesting if I let it.

Sure, I still thought he was an asshole, but holy shit, he was a hot asshole. I don’t think I’d ever seen a man that attractive. I tended to date average looking men, because personality was supposed to mean more than looks. In the end, all I would end up with was average all around. It took Dax hurting me to realize that I needed something else.

Maybe Dax would be that something else. Maybe he wouldn’t. What mattered was the fact that he’d made me realize it.

When Dax stopped at a traffic light, I saw an advertisement that our company was responsible for, and I realized with a shock that I’d been away from the office for over two hours. The right thing to do would be to ask Dax to turn around and take me back to my car so that I could rush back to work and hope my boss hadn’t noticed my absence.

I was tired of doing the right thing. I didn’t want to rush back and be the model employee. The rush that came from doing something dangerous, something rebellious, was intoxicating. I was involved in post-production. The work Krista had told me I had to do was only due in a month. It wasn’t important yet. It didn’t matter.

I pushed away the tiny voice that said maybe it did matter. Maybe Krista would cover for me. If she didn’t and I got in trouble I would wing it. I could do this, right? I was the girl that hadn’t gotten detention once, hadn’t ever missed class, hadn’t done anything wrong.

I was sick of being that girl, sick of living in the confines of perfection. Adhering to the rules, never risking to break them, seemed like a prison from the back of the bike. I’d never seen it before, but to me, suddenly, it seemed like a gilded cage.

Why hadn’t I seen it before? But I was seeing it now. It was amazing that one trip had caused me to change my whole outlook on life. It wasn’t going to be easy throwing caution to the wind all the time, but surely I could try?

Dax was in front of me, his hands on the handles, twisting that throttle so that we tore down the road. I wanted to possess freedom like that. I wanted to be able to break free. I wanted to get rid of the perfect Jayna that abided by every rule so that I could throw my head back and scream.

Los Angeles was beautiful. I had seen the sky scrapers and the beach front and all the things the tourists usually saw. I hadn’t seen the suburban neighborhoods and the little shops that weren’t on the map, or the people who didn’t care what they looked like or what they drove. There was a population here completely different from the people I had already seen and it was like a peek at reality when I’d been floating in a dream for a year.

Sometimes people looked up when we came tearing down the road. What did I look like to them? Did I look like a nervous girl clinging to Dax’s back, or did they think we were the same, two people on a bike risking their lives for fun? I wished I could see myself through someone else’s eyes and see what they saw in me. Would they see what I wanted them