Savage Rebel: Steel Jockeys MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 2 of the Steel Jockeys MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I won't take no for an answer.

I claimed my best friend's little sister.

I don't give a f**k if she wants this.

I don't give a f**k if it's wrong.

Tonight, she'll learn the truth: she belongs to me now.

I swore I'd keep her safe.

That's the last thing I said to him – her brother, my best friend – before he died in my arms.

Keeping her safe meant keeping her far the hell away from the Steel Jockeys MC.

A little girl like Ruby had no business getting mixed up with a clubhouse full of cold-blooded killers, hitmen, outlaws, and bikers.

We drank too much.

Rode too hard.

F**ked too loud and far too often.

So, for seven years, I kept her away.

And I upheld my oath to my fallen brother-in-arms.

But all of a sudden, Ruby isn't a little girl anymore.

She's a woman.

Not just any woman – she's a motherf**king beauty.

Hair like a sunlit waterfall, skin pure and flawless, curves that test the strength of my zipper.

Like it happened overnight, she went from being my best friend's kid sister…

To a woman that I'd kill to have.

The only problem is, other people feel the same.

Especially the men who slaughtered her brother.

And they're coming back to finish the job they started seven years ago.

But there's a difference.

This time around, I'm ready for war.

Because if those sick sons of b!tches think they can take Ruby from me, they've got another thing coming.

From the second I saw her, I knew one thing: this girl was mine now.

And there's not a single man, dead or alive, who gets to lay a damn finger on what's mine.

I'm a motherf**king savage rebel.

And I'll kill to protect my woman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393359111

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Savage Rebel: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Steel Jockeys MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

I won’t take no for an answer.

I CLAIMED MY BEST FRIEND’S little sister.

I don’t give a f**k if she wants this.

I don’t give a f**k if it’s wrong.

Tonight, she’ll learn the truth: she belongs to me now.

I swore I’d keep her safe.

That’s the last thing I said to him – her brother, my best friend – before he died in my arms.

Keeping her safe meant keeping her far the hell away from the Steel Jockeys MC.

A little girl like Ruby had no business getting mixed up with a clubhouse full of cold-blooded killers, hitmen, outlaws, and bikers.

We drank too much.

Rode too hard.

F**ked too loud and far too often.

So, for seven years, I kept her away.

And I upheld my oath to my fallen brother-in-arms.

But all of a sudden, Ruby isn’t a little girl anymore.

She’s a woman.

Not just any woman – she’s a motherf**king beauty.

Hair like a sunlit waterfall, skin pure and flawless, curves that test the strength of my zipper.

Like it happened overnight, she went from being my best friend’s kid sister...

To a woman that I’d kill to have.

The only problem is, other people feel the same.

Especially the men who slaughtered her brother.

And they’re coming back to finish the job they started seven years ago.

But there’s a difference.

This time around, I’m ready for war.

Because if those sick sons of b!tches think they can take Ruby from me, they’ve got another thing coming.

From the second I saw her, I knew one thing: this girl was mine now.

And there’s not a single man, dead or alive, who gets to lay a damn finger on what’s mine.

I’m a motherf**king savage rebel.

And I’ll kill to protect my woman.

CHAPTER ONE

Joe had given Ruby her purse back—cell phone, gun and all—in a show of good faith. In Desiree’s bathroom, Ruby scrubbed herself robotically with a shea butter wash, trying to keep weight off her ankle and quickly toweled off. She remembered the restroom at the service station—scraping up the caked mud off her boots and swiping an alcohol wipe across her face to remove the dirty streaks and then pulling a comb out of her purse and working it through the truly epic knots the wind had introduced to her curly chestnut tresses. Joe had let her lean on his shoulder, curling his arm around her waist. He then bought a bag of ice for her twisted ankle and a cup of hot coffee from the gas station, waiting on guard as she sat at the sole table inside the station and finished it off.

Cat’s Bar and Desiree's boxy little house on the same property were a few miles off the freeway, nestled back in a copse of trees along a lonely county highway. A string of Christmas lights decorated the door but, otherwise, there was no sign of anything calling attention to it, save from the impressive line of Harleys lined up like soldiers in gleaming black uniforms.

Everything about Desiree's house was in miniature, from the tiny shower stall to the galley kitchen, where Desiree made her a grilled-cheese-and-tomato-sandwich and a cup of vanilla tea. Desiree made sure to spike it with a dash of Bailey's, though Ruby had objected at first. She showed her how to work the flat-screen TV and DVD player, which took up more than half the living room, then disappeared back next door, scrawling the number for the bar on a post-it note in case she needed anything. Desiree’s favorite mode of decoration was family portraits. Her siblings at prom, countless reunions and backyard picnics, her parents and even grandparents as children, posing for studio portraits. Desiree and two grinning girlfriends on a white-sand beach in Mexico, margaritas in hand. It all gave Ruby a lump in her throat. This is what life is supposed to be like, she thought.

Her mind wandered to Joe. She still knew little about him, but she suspected the decor wherever he lived looked quite different from this. Would it have been so bad, she thought, if Joe had come next door to sleep nearby her, or at least in the next room? She should have insisted he come with her; insisted that she felt safer with him. But no, she scolded herself. Better not to give him the impression that she needed him; she'd already made herself far too vulnerable in that muddy field.

But still, she couldn't help remembering the way he'd looked at her as he leaned against the bar; in fact, she wanted to remember it. It comforted her. She didn't find it intense or frightening, not like the way Fox looked at her sometimes. It was curious, almost beguiled, with a subtle curiosity that seemed to want to follow her out of the room, to be near her for even a moment more.

In fact, her mind had a million reasons to race, but she knew she needed sleep. She dreaded the second the comforting glow of the TV switched off, even if all that was on was late-night infomercials and Food Network reruns. She fumbled for the switch on the lamp beside the sofa.

Outside, motors roared, reminding her where she was—were the bikers leaving, or were more arriving? She hugged Desiree's borrowed pajamas against her, wishing they were made of Kevlar, for how small and unprotected she felt there. Restless, she leaped out of bed and methodically checked the locks on all the doors and the windows; not that it would help her much if someone got a hold of Desiree's keys. She slid back into the sofa bed and pulled the covers up over her nose, trying not to think about the fact that she was alone in a strange house, in a strange place, miles probably from the nearest town, whatever it was.

She glanced at her cell phone's glowing LED and on a whim, snatched it up from the end table, her fingers dancing toward Fox's number. But she dropped it and was immediately ashamed of herself. What good could calling Fox do now, aside from prove to Joe that a promise from Ruby Clarke was worth nothing?

He’d promised her. She owed him that, at least.

She finally closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.

CHAPTER TWO

Sean had never given Joe a reason not to trust him. It was true, he was an opportunist; the exact opposite of Colt, whose Steel Jockeys loyalty ran deep in his veins. Sean had been a Steel Jockey for as long as Joe, but at heart he looked out for himself—he wouldn't hesitate to throw over an ally or a supplier if he felt there was something in it for him, and his propensity for sleeping with the sisters, wives, and even mothers of members of other M.C.s was legendary.

On the other hand, through sheer audacity and occasional recklessness, he'd probably done more than any charter president other than Kyle for turning the younger generation of Steel Jockeys into a force. Nobody who didn't have a death wish challenged him. That strength, Joe had reasoned, was enough to trust that he and Ruby would be safe with him. But he most certainly didn’t expect to hear what Sean was now suggesting to him.

Why not leave her here?

Joe put down his glass of Jack on the rocks. What?

"Look, Desiree's the oldest of three sisters. She's a girly-girl and, in case you didn't notice, there's not