Trip (Book 3): The Pride MC, #3

By LENA PIERCE

This is book 3 and the finale of The Pride MC romance series! 

The ex I thought was dead just turned up on my doorstep.

TRIP

I listened to my enemies kill her.

That day, my heart turned to stone.

Only one thing mattered anymore:

Getting revenge.

I've spent years since then climbing the ranks of the Pride MC.

I'm a merciless soldier, clad in leather as black as my soul.

But then she shows up again.

Misha.

The love I thought I lost.

And she's got baggage. Serious baggage. The kind that changes everything.

Because when I open the door and see her again…

She's holding my baby in her arms.

MISHA

I flew from one cage, only to find another.

I can't tell Trip the little angel he stares at with such awe and uncertainty is his child.

If he knew my secret, he would never forgive me—and I've already had enough heartbreak to last me a lifetime.

I escaped years ago to find a better life for me and my daughter.

Now, I find myself fleeing back into the same steely embrace I fought so hard to escape.

But Trip has changed.

New ink maps his skin, and loyalty to The Pride MC burns in his blood.

He's no longer the man I fell in love with…

He's more.

But our new happiness might be short-lived if my hidden secrets come to light.

I can only hope he forgives me for what I'm about to do…

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393337065

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Trip: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Pride MC) (Book 1)

By Lena Pierce

The ex I thought was dead just turned up on my doorstep.

TRIP

I listened to my enemies kill her.

That day, my heart turned to stone.

Only one thing mattered anymore:

Getting revenge.

I’ve spent years since then climbing the ranks of the Pride MC.

I’m a merciless soldier, clad in leather as black as my soul.

But then she shows up again.

Misha.

The love I thought I lost.

And she’s got baggage. Serious baggage. The kind that changes everything.

Because when I open the door and see her again...

She’s holding my baby in her arms.

MISHA

I flew from one cage, only to find another.

I can't tell Trip the little angel he stares at with such awe and uncertainty is his child.

If he knew my secret, he would never forgive me—and I've already had enough heartbreak to last me a lifetime.

I escaped years ago to find a better life for me and my daughter.

Now, I find myself fleeing back into the same steely embrace I fought so hard to escape.

But Trip has changed.

New ink maps his skin, and loyalty to The Pride MC burns in his blood.

He’s no longer the man I fell in love with...

He’s more.

But our new happiness might be short-lived if my hidden secrets come to light.

I can only hope he forgives me for what I'm about to do...

Chapter 1

Trip

Before my father died and Bobby took me in, he told me that no man that couldn’t take care of and protect his own could claim to call himself a man. I learned that I hadn’t yet earned that right when I learned about what really happened with Misha.

Things returned to normal, somewhat, after the warning brought to us by Jared. He didn’t stick around long, good fucking riddance. He was getting the hell out of Dodge before the Jackals could realize he’d skipped out on them, and he wasn’t welcome here, either. Misha accepted it, if only for the fact that she knew he’d never be safe here, Rigger out of the picture or not. Jackals didn’t take well to traitors; Jared was a good one.

We kept this shit from Rose. Misha and I agreed that this wasn’t what we wanted her being aware of, nor something that we wanted her worrying about. She’d dealt with enough already.

I kept one of the boys watching the diner when Misha worked, and the house when I wasn’t around. Travis even drove by the school during recess if I or Misha couldn’t run by, just to make sure that nothing questionable happened. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something.

The days went by, and then about a week. We weren’t tailed by anyone, and we didn’t catch a peep of the Jackals. Either they were waiting to see what was going to happen, or they were spooked by the fact Jared had taken off. Whatever the case, when week two came, I had other big things to worry about.

Our first parent-teacher conference.

You should stop fidgeting.

We sat together outside of Rose’s classroom. Inside was another pair of parents, chatting it up with Ms. Bedroom Eyes. I had forgotten about her in the aftermath of Rose’s first day, but I didn’t know at this point if I had the patience to deal with her. Hell—I didn’t know if Misha had the patience to deal with her.

I don’t know how to do this parent-teacher stuff, I muttered back. Doesn’t help I’m in this shit. This shit being a suit. It was Misha’s idea. I had been regretting this entire affair from the moment that I sat down.

I think it makes you look handsome, Misha said. Very attractive.

I looked down at her. You think?

Mmhm. I want to rip it off you, it’s so hot.

I rolled my eyes. Okay, now I know that you’re just playing with me.

She laughed.Maybe a little, but you do look really, really hot in that—

Misha Daven and Anthony Collins?

I groaned.Haven’t been called that in years, I muttered, standing up with Misha. The teacher’s eyes fell on us, and they widened a little.

Oh, Trip, she said, smiling at me without giving much of a look Misha’s way. I didn’t realize that was you. Misha cleared her throat, making the woman stop her staring long enough to cast her eyes to Misha. She didn’t seem too particularly impressed, and less so when her eyes trailed down between us, seeing that I was holding on to Misha’s hand. I smiled at her.

Shall we?

The teacher—who I saw when I finally paid attention was Ms. Bradson—sat behind her desk as Misha and I took our places across