Wrench (Book 2): Inked Hunters MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

This is book 2 of the Inked Hunters MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

My mind says to run from him. My body says submit.

Some things are too broken to be fixed.

But Arsen refuses to let me go.

I've worked hard to escape a traumatic past that haunts my nightmares…

And he's about to wrench that all away.

MAYA

There's no peace in this life.

At least, none that I can find.

Because just when I've found what feels like a safe haven – away from the horrors of my past – my bad boy ex comes calling.

Arsen is a nightmare in his own regard.

Too tall and tatted too ignore, too handsome to refuse.

And far too much trouble to let in the door.

But I can't say no to him.

Because this time, his phone call isn't about us.

It isn't about making me fall to my knees and submit to his commands.

It's about a little girl in the clutches of a killer.

I'm the only one who knows how to stop him – because the killer came after me once, too.

Going back means facing Arsen again.

And if I do, there's no telling how my body will react.

So I have to decide:

Can I sacrifice my happiness to wade back into the hell I just escaped?

Or do I keep running from love and lust… and let an innocent girl die in my place?

ARSEN

She was desperate when she called me.

Hell, my clients always are.

But this one stuck out like a sore thumb.

The tears of a mother, begging me to save her kidnapped child… hard to say no to that.

And this time, it's real personal.

Because there are fingerprints all over this chaos that point to one man:

The killer I never caught.

I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around that monster's throat.

But getting to him will mean rebuilding a bridge I burnt a long time ago.

My ex, Maya, ran from me, from us, from her fears of the suffering she'd been through and the suffering yet to come.

And yet, she's the only person who can help me save this little girl's life.

But bringing her back into the fold brings back painful memories, along with some equally agonizing desires.

I try to keep my hands to myself, but there's no way that self-control will last.

Because one thing is true above all else:

Once I stake my claim, Maya belongs to me forever.

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Do you love dark romance stories with sex and second chance romance? If so, you'll love WRENCH. This romance thriller suspense motorcycle club MC romance series will make you laugh, cry, and cheer for the alpha male bad boy biker to get the girl he loves and protect her from danger. Check out WRENCH now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393125051

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Wrench: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Inked Hunters MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

My mind says to run from him. My body says submit.

SOME THINGS ARE TOO broken to be fixed.

But Arsen refuses to let me go.

I’ve worked hard to escape a traumatic past that haunts my nightmares...

And he’s about to wrench that all away.

MAYA

There’s no peace in this life.

At least, none that I can find.

Because just when I’ve found what feels like a safe haven – away from the horrors of my past – my bad boy ex comes calling.

Arsen is a nightmare in his own regard.

Too tall and tatted too ignore, too handsome to refuse.

And far too much trouble to let in the door.

But I can’t say no to him.

Because this time, his phone call isn’t about us.

It isn’t about making me fall to my knees and submit to his commands.

It’s about a little girl in the clutches of a killer.

I’m the only one who knows how to stop him – because the killer came after me once, too.

Going back means facing Arsen again.

And if I do, there’s no telling how my body will react.

So I have to decide:

Can I sacrifice my happiness to wade back into the hell I just escaped?

Or do I keep running from love and lust... and let an innocent girl die in my place?

ARSEN

She was desperate when she called me.

Hell, my clients always are.

But this one stuck out like a sore thumb.

The tears of a mother, begging me to save her kidnapped child... hard to say no to that.

And this time, it’s real personal.

Because there are fingerprints all over this chaos that point to one man:

The killer I never caught.

I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around that monster’s throat.

But getting to him will mean rebuilding a bridge I burnt a long time ago.

My ex, Maya, ran from me, from us, from her fears of the suffering she’d been through and the suffering yet to come.

And yet, she’s the only person who can help me save this little girl’s life.

But bringing her back into the fold brings back painful memories, along with some equally agonizing desires.

I try to keep my hands to myself, but there’s no way that self-control will last.

Because one thing is true above all else:

Once I stake my claim, Maya belongs to me forever.

DO YOU LOVE DARK ROMANCE stories with sex and second chance romance? If so, you’ll love WRENCH. This romance thriller suspense motorcycle club MC romance series will make you laugh, cry, and cheer for the alpha male bad boy biker to get the girl he loves and protect her from danger. Check out WRENCH now!

Chapter 1

Maya and Arsen headed to the mall first to find out if the guy from the sunglasses store was still there. Maya was practically squirming in her seat on the subway, stuck in a mixture of fear and anticipation. At one point, when she was tapping her feet so loudly that she was attracting the glares of other subway riders, Arsen’s hand drifted over to her knee, giving her a reassuring squeeze before pulling back. Maya felt her entire body flush with heat as a result, but when she turned to look at Arsen, he was staring down at his phone rather than looking at her. He was infuriating, really, crossing boundaries again and again yet acting so nonchalant and innocent about it, like he hadn’t done anything.

Maya had a sneaking suspicion that the apology from before, in the kitchen, wasn’t really genuine. Something just felt...off about it. Arsen was never really one to apologize. He’d admit when he was wrong, but he never expected to be forgiven. He never begged for her approval. But now, he seemed like he was desperate for her to believe him, repeating the same apology over and over again. It just came off as false. Maya knew that she should have been offended, absolutely incensed that he wasn’t even sorry for barging in on her while she was showering. But she wasn’t. It’s at least 50% my fault, she thought. I should have screamed at him to leave the second he walked in. But I didn’t. I’m just as bad. She couldn’t exactly justify hating Arsen for it when she had been complicit in the incident.

In the back of her mind, there was a gnawing sensation that grew and grew as they got closer to their destination. Nagging thoughts emerged out of the ether of her brain, telling her, You should leave. You should get out of here. You should run back to the countryside where you’re actually a good woman, where you have morals. Here the truth comes out. Here it becomes clear that you’re made of the same dirty, filthy muck as the rest of this godforsaken city.

But she couldn’t. She didn’t have a choice, not really. As long as Roxie was still out there, most likely being held captive by a man who was steadily carving into her, Maya couldn’t rest. She had to keep going, no matter what the price was. Roxie and the other girls, the ones The Blade had killed already, depended on her. Maya didn’t take that responsibility lightly, to say the least.

Here we are, Arsen said as the train rolled to their stop, the one close to both the Inked Hunters’ clubhouse and the mall that Roxie frequented with her friends.

They had to walk a few blocks before they hit the shopping center, and then it took them a good fifteen or twenty minutes longer to find a sunglasses store, right next to an upscale boutique that marketed itself towards teenagers. This must be the right place, Maya thought, inhaling deeply to calm down and ready herself to interview suspect number one.

There was a young guy with long, greasy hair and speckles of patchy facial hair all over his chin. Maya cringed a little as she observed him pick his nose. This was the type of guy that Roxie was into? Why did teenage girls always have the worst taste in men?

Arsen walked ahead of her, approaching the guy first. Hello, we’re with the police department, Arsen lied, sounding as convincing as ever. Maya had to stifle a chuckle at the sight of the kid’s face going sickly pale; he was obviously terrified at the prospect of a potential interrogation. We just need to ask you a few short questions, no big deal, Arsen said a minute later, probably worried that the kid was going to bolt before they could get any information out of him.

Um, sure, I’ll try to help you out, the greasy young man said, chewing anxiously at his upper lip with his bottom teeth.

Do you know this girl? Maya asked, pulling out the picture of Roxie from her purse.

The kid squinted at the picture for a long minute. No, I don’t think...oh, yeah, yes! I remember her! he said.

When did you see her last? Arsen asked.

Oh, probably a couple weeks ago, the guy said casually, shrugging. She never used to talk to me much. My coworker, Jordan, might know more. He used to...he used to, like, flirt with her and stuff.

I see, Maya said, stuffing the picture of Roxie back into her purse. Is he working today?

No, actually, he quit, the greasy guy said, turning back to the Zane register to check out a young woman who was buying a couple pairs of sunglasses.

Do you know where we can talk to him? Arsen asked. We just want to ask him a few questions, see where he last saw that girl, that’s all. Maya wondered when Arsen got so good at lying. It was hard to keep a smile off her face, just watching him work. She never got tired of seeing this side of him, watching him read people and then tell them exactly what they needed to hear.

I can give you his number if you want, the kid said, reaching for his pocket to get out his phone.

Maybe his address would work better, Maya cut in. We’re kind of in a hurry here. Missing person’s case, you understand.

The