Addict (Book 2): Rogue Sinners MC, #2

By Paula Cox

This is book 2 of the Rogue Sinners MC romance series! Book 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance is available everywhere now!

 

They stabbed me in the back. Time to return the favor.

 

I've spent years in the shadows after my MC betrayed me.

When they forced me out, everything I'd ever worked for went up in smoke.

 

I ran with the cartel down south during my exile.

Learned things no man should ever have to learn.

Did horrible things I'll never forget.

 

Now, it's time for a bloody homecoming.

I'm headed back to the town I left.

And I'm gonna make them all wish they'd never been born.

 

But nothing's ever that easy.

There's a new doe-eyed beauty in the clubhouse. A girl I don't remember.

Beverly has plump lips and gentle curves that hide a feisty, fiery attitude.

 

One touch of her and I'm a goner.

New mission:

Make her mine.

Put a baby in her belly.

 

Only then will I get back to burning down the bastards who wronged me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393284666

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Addict: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Rogue Sinners MC Book 2)

By Paula Cox

THEY STABBED ME IN the back. Time to return the favor.

I’ve spent years in the shadows after my MC betrayed me.

When they forced me out, everything I’d ever worked for went up in smoke.

I ran with the cartel down south during my exile.

Learned things no man should ever have to learn.

Did horrible things I’ll never forget.

Now, it’s time for a bloody homecoming.

I’m headed back to the town I left.

And I’m gonna make them all wish they’d never been born.

But nothing’s ever that easy.

There’s a new doe-eyed beauty in the clubhouse. A girl I don’t remember.

Beverly has plump lips and gentle curves that hide a feisty, fiery attitude.

One touch of her and I’m a goner.

New mission:

Make her mine.

Put a baby in her belly.

Only then will I get back to burning down the bastards who wronged me.

Chapter 1

She lost it. The tears were in free fall.

Fucking asshole! Why did he have to say that?

Her phone rang with Yvette’s ringtone, and she left him to pick it up. Hey, baby, she said.

He’s dead! The police are here! They say he’s dead!

Don’t move. I’m on my way, baby. I’ll be right there.

He’s dead! Yvette screamed.

She dressed with the phone to her ear, listening to Yvette wail and cry and tell the cops to fuck off, that she wasn’t talking to them, that she needed Bev.

Call Jay! Bev shouted at Leo. Call him and tell him to get his ass over to Yvette’s, right now!

To Yvette, she said, Tell the cops your lawyer is on the way, and to back off! Yvette sounded like she took great pleasure in relaying that message to the police and getting them out of her apartment.

I’m dressed, baby, and on my bike. I’ll be there in five. Hang up, baby. I’m on my way, Bev said.

Please! Yvette begged.

I’m coming, Bev told her. Then she broke the connection, put her helmet on, and thundered out of her drive, reaching sixty by the first bend.

In less than five minutes, she was pulling up to the downtown store where Yvette rented an apartment upstairs. Cops were everywhere, and she spotted at least two detectives. One of the officers tried to stop her from going up.

You going to arrest me?

Well, I’m—

Not doing shit! she told him, and she took the stairs two at a time. Her phone rang as she entered the apartment. It was Jay.

Where are you, Jay?

As it happens, close by, actually. I’m on the freeway heading back. Did he die in the apartment?

No, somewhere else, but there are a lot of cops downstairs looking to search this place and interrogate Yvette.

Neither of which is going to happen. How is Yvette feeling about me coming over? I was on the tribunal last night. She may not want my help.

Yvette?

Yes?

Jay wants to help. He’s going to keep the cops out of here and help you with the questions. Is that alright? Will you let him help?

She put a knuckle between her teeth, and then nodded. I don’t have anyone else. She sounded defeated.

I heard her, Jay said, and I understand. I'll help her find someone else after I handle this first mess. Tell her that. Also, I’m off the freeway and coming up the main road now. Be there in three, he said, and he broke the connection.

Bev pocketed her cellphone and went over to Yvette, who looked at her like a wounded child. Yvette asked, Wasn’t breaking him enough? Did he have to kill him too?

Bev looked at her in shock. She means Leo! Oh shit, she’s thinks Leo did this!

Chapter 2

Beverly was waiting on the stairs of Yvette’s apartment for Jay to show up. She wanted to tell him that Yvette didn’t want the police inside the house. Crash had done a lot of crystal the night before and she had no idea what had been left out. There was no time to really clean.

Doesn’t look good, having your friend lawyer up like this, said one of the detectives. Looks—

Looks fucking great, Bev told him, cutting him off. Let me ask you something: Have you ever seen anyone’s case improve by talking to the detectives without a lawyer present? No, you haven’t. Not one. That’s why they always stop those reality TV shows when the lawyer is asked for. So fuck off.

She’s not really a sus—

Of course she is! The girlfriend or wife is always the first suspect. Look, go try your bullshit out on someone who might listen to it. Alright?

What’s your name? the detective asked, pulling out his pad.

Don’t answer that, Jay said from behind him. You’ve got nothing to do with this, and he has no grounds for asking except that you called him on his bullshit.

What, not even her name? the detective asked with a laugh.

Not a damn thing that doesn’t absolutely require an answer from her or Yvette, Jay informed him, his face like that of a lion guarding its territory. "What do you have here, six cop cars? You’re using intimidation tactics on a woman who just lost her partner of over ten years. You will not get in her house without a warrant. You will not talk to her unless I am present. You will not see either of us without scheduling a time through my office. Is that clear? Because harassment and intimidation are two of my biggest peeves.

Now, Jay told him, "you can go. I’m going to talk to my client, and we will come down to the station at the time you arrange through my office, to make a statement. Not to answer questions, not to be interrogated. A statement. That’s it. Unless you are going to arrest her now, and please say you are going to arrest her now. Please," Jay told him.

The detective was furious, but he kept his mouth shut, took Jay’s offered card, turned, and walked away.

As for the rest of you, Jay said, raising his voice, if I come back down here and see one of you here, I’ll not only file departmental complaints but raise charges of harassment. I hope that’s clear to you, because I’m willing to clear my calendar for the rest of the year with this one.

Bev watched the cops and detectives get in their cars and pull out of the parking lot.

Holy shit, Jay, she said as he came up beside her. I think you just became my hero.

Does that make me sexier? he asked with a smile.

You were sexy before. Ever have two girls give you a spontaneous blow job? she joked, and then glanced upstairs. She said more seriously, Probably not going to happen for a while, though, Jay. She’s really torn up. Her insides are shredded. I’m really glad you kept them from talking to her right now.

The BJ can wait. It would probably kill me, anyway. Let’s deal with the real victim first, Jay agreed. He continued upstairs, Bev following.

Larr, she whispered before they got to the door.

Yes? he asked in quiet tones as well.

She thinks Leo did this.

Shit. Thanks.

Jay continued inside and found Yvette sitting at her dinner table, looking out the window. You made them all go away?

Yes, Yvette, I did. We still need to talk to them, though, but only at the station, and only with me present. You don’t need to answer questions right now, or worry about interrogations or them coming to your house. In fact, if a cop even stops you on the street, you call me. Because I won’t stand for that, at all.

Alright, Yvette said.

Now, we need to prepare a statement.

Can Bev stay here? Please?

Yes, Bev can stay. But there are two things I take very seriously in this world. One is the club. The other is the client-lawyer relationship. What you say to me will never leave this room through me. To put it bluntly, I won’t even tell Danny if he says I’ll lose my patch if I don’t tell him. And he knows it, too. Bev is a good person, a great person, and I really like her a lot, but her relationship with you is not protected by law like yours and mine is. It would be very hard, and I would fight them every step of the way, but they could make her answer or go to jail for contempt of court. Which means she stays there until she answers. Understand?

Yes, Yvette said. Then she looked at Bev, I want you to stay, but, if you want to go...

I’m here baby, I’m right here.

Okay, so what is my statement? Yvette asked.

"They’ll want to cover at least last night up to this morning. Where you were,