Inked Sins: Fallen Angels MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 2 of the Fallen Angels MC series. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

He's a monster and a sinner – and I'm chained to his bed.

I shouldn't be here. But it's too late to run.

Staying here might mean risking everything – my life, my body, my sanity.

But I can't go back to what I was before.

I'm addicted to the biker's touch.

CAROLINE

I think part of me always knew he'd hurt me.

Isn't that just what bad boys do?

They convince you they're different than the rest.

They get you to let your guard down.

And then they shatter your heart into a million little pieces.

Mason was no different in that regard.

He convinced me he was a rebel with a heart of gold.

And for one blissful moment, I believed him.

Then the war came crashing down on my head.

Before I know it, I'm dodging bullets and riding for my life.

I'm not cut out for this motorcycle club business.

I like numbers, my puppy, helping people – just sweet, innocent things.

I'm not the type of girl for him.

But Mason has me pinned down and he won't let me go.

He says it's for my own safety.

He says I need his protection.

And the second he lays his hands on me, I know one thing:

I'll never be able to go back to my old life again.

I belong to the biker now.

MASON

It might've been a mistake to bring her in.

But there was chaos in my club, and I needed an ally.

She was just supposed to be a numbers freak.

To look through my accounting books and figure out what the hell was going on.

But there was danger lurking in the shadows…

And before I could protect her from it, it dragged us both down to hell.

She doesn't think can trust me.

Fair enough.

I probably wouldn't trust me either.

I'm everything she's been taught to fear:

A liar, a killer, a biker, a beast.

I'm a cold-blooded S.O.B. who will screw you senseless and be gone before you wake up.

I'm a sh!t-talking, drug-running outlaw kingpin…

And I'm never, ever gonna apologize for it.

But despite all my sins, there's one thing that will always be true:

I always protect what's mine.

I may have got Caroline caught in the middle of this vicious crossfire.

But I'm not gonna rest until I get her out.

That's an outlaw's oath.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393023432

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Inked Sins: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Fallen Angels MC Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

He’s a monster and a sinner – and I’m chained to his bed.

I SHOULDN’T BE HERE. But it’s too late to run.

Staying here might mean risking everything – my life, my body, my sanity.

But I can’t go back to what I was before.

I’m addicted to the biker’s touch.

CAROLINE

I think part of me always knew he’d hurt me.

Isn’t that just what bad boys do?

They convince you they’re different than the rest.

They get you to let your guard down.

And then they shatter your heart into a million little pieces.

Mason was no different in that regard.

He convinced me he was a rebel with a heart of gold.

And for one blissful moment, I believed him.

Then the war came crashing down on my head.

Before I know it, I’m dodging bullets and riding for my life.

I’m not cut out for this motorcycle club business.

I like numbers, my puppy, helping people – just sweet, innocent things.

I’m not the type of girl for him.

But Mason has me pinned down and he won’t let me go.

He says it’s for my own safety.

He says I need his protection.

And the second he lays his hands on me, I know one thing:

I’ll never be able to go back to my old life again.

I belong to the biker now.

MASON

It might’ve been a mistake to bring her in.

But there was chaos in my club, and I needed an ally.

She was just supposed to be a numbers freak.

To look through my accounting books and figure out what the hell was going on.

But there was danger lurking in the shadows...

And before I could protect her from it, it dragged us both down to hell.

She doesn’t think can trust me.

Fair enough.

I probably wouldn’t trust me either.

I’m everything she’s been taught to fear:

A liar, a killer, a biker, a beast.

I’m a cold-blooded S.O.B. who will screw you senseless and be gone before you wake up.

I’m a sh!t-talking, drug-running outlaw kingpin...

And I’m never, ever gonna apologize for it.

But despite all my sins, there’s one thing that will always be true:

I always protect what’s mine.

I may have got Caroline caught in the middle of this vicious crossfire.

But I’m not gonna rest until I get her out.

That’s an outlaw’s oath.

Chapter One

She drove until the sun went down. She hadn’t taken the interstate, had instead focused on the state routes. It had made sense at the time, but when she looked up and realized it was already dark, she wished she’d taken the interstate. She would have been farther away if she had.

She kept driving until she found a motel that didn’t refuse to rent to her once they glimpsed Gloria. She hadn’t thought to take out cash, so she paid with her debit card. If he was really going to follow her, he would, whether she used cash or plastic. He’d find her. Somehow. It wasn’t like she knew how to disappear.

She found a corner store and bought Gloria some food and a bowl. She walked her, jumping at shadows. Gloria was just as bad, growling at squirrels and strangers with equal intensity.

Her face was starting to hurt, really hurt, and her vision was still off. She probably had a concussion. What were the rules about concussions? You weren’t supposed to be alone. You weren’t supposed to sleep. Or maybe that had changed; maybe you were supposed to sleep now? She couldn’t remember.

She thought about going to the hospital, but she’d have no explanation for what had happened other than falling down the stairs or something, and she didn’t think she could stand the way they’d look at each other, the staff, glance back and forth like they knew her. But at the same time, if she told them who’d done this, told them what had happened, the cops would go looking for Declan, and then... and then.

Mason was a shit. He was a liar. He wasn’t worth protecting. And yet she was protecting him. She told herself she wasn’t, that she was protecting her own safety, but she knew that was a load of crap.

She eventually went back to the hotel room, locked Gloria up in the room, and went to find her own food. She found a diner, a cheesy little place that looked like it had been in exactly the same spot since 1950, at least. She went inside and breathed in the aroma of old fried food and stale coffee. There was no one else there but the waitresses. It was dark, summer time. It had to be past eight. She hadn’t looked at her phone in hours. She didn’t even know if she’d brought her phone. Leaving the house felt like a bad dream.

There was something poking her in the thigh. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out an index card. It was what Mason had put in her hand. She’d stuffed it into her pocket without thinking. She read it now; it had an address, back in town. Her heart lifted, just a little. Was he trying to tell her to go there? To meet him? Was he actually faking, had he really—

No. That was the sort of hope that got her into trouble. It was nothing she needed to indulge in now.

The waitress came, and when Caroline looked up at her, the polite interest in her eyes turned into real concern. Sweetie, the woman said, suddenly looking so much older than Caroline had originally thought. "I’m sure you know this, but you are sporting one hell of a shiner. You okay? Somebody hit