Trip (Book 1): The Pride MC, #1

By LENA PIERCE

This is book 1 of The Pride MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

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: 9781393636274

Book preview

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...

Prologue

Trip

She was gone.

She was fucking gone.

There was blood smeared all over her room, splattered across her windows. It painted everything in the dainty little space that she used to occupy, but there was no body. There was nothing left of her amid the overturned lamp with its bulb shattered on her floor or her bed, messed up like someone had fought her in it. Even her curtains were torn from her windows—and she wasn’t there to witness the aftermath of whatever the hell had gone down.

But fuck, there was blood. A lot of it. More than there should be to hope that she would be alive. There was a trail leading out her door like she’d been dragged out and away.

I paced around the fucked-up room, my boots thudding against her floor. When I stepped in a pool of blood and nearly slipped, it clicked that it was hers. I grabbed her dresser in a white-knuckled rage and slung it across her room. It crashed, scattering lace and silk that I’d gotten to peel off her body to worship what was beneath too many times to count.

Fuck!

Trip. Trip! Calm down, man—

There was a hand on my shoulder and I flipped out. I swung around to face whoever the fuck thought they were gonna touch me while I had to look at her blood all over the damn place, knowing that she was gone and that I was never going to see her again. I couldn’t see anything but red, but I felt the hands on my arms as I fought against them.

I struggled until there was no fight left in me. I struggled until my face was on the floor and the wood pressed into my skin. I could still smell her perfume in the air, even with the blood. The wood didn’t mask that, and as the fight started to leave me as I sagged against it, and I didn’t know how I felt.

I was numb.

It was those Jackal bastards, over the border. I knew it, and I knew my boys knew it too. They were the only ones who left blood baths like this. They thought they were untouchable. They knew a few names—thought they’d take a few of ours for themselves. We wouldn’t let them.

It’s gotta be retaliation. Gotta be retribution. It was what—barely a week ago we made it firm that we didn’t do business with Jackals—not now, not ever. I bet that had made them mad as all hell. When the Pride backed an MC, it was known it was always smooth sailing from then on out.

Jackals, those damn Jackals ...

Trip? It was Brig. Trip, man, you gotta breathe normal or something man. Come on.

I couldn’t.

There were voices coming from the other room. Big John. I knew his voice; Misha’s daddy. He was like us once. He hadn’t wanted her around us or me—me especially. Too much bad news, and I guessed he was right about that, since I had dragged his little girl into this world.

Trip, if we let you go, you gonna be good? Brig asks with a shaking voice; that’s right—he’s never been fond of blood. Must be woozy.

I didn’t answer, and the arms didn’t let go of me. I thought they probably thought I was going crazy again; I might. I almost wanted to laugh, that’s how crazy I felt. That would be a hell of a lot better than just the nothing that’s settled.

I heard heavy footfalls, and I didn’t move, not even when it was a foot falling on my skull, followed by Big John’s shouts. There was so much ringing, I could barely hear a damn thing over it, but I heard him calling me every name in the book like I deserved it. Like it was my fault that he had walked into his little girl’s room to find it like that.

Maybe it was.

Who was at fault and who was not, though, didn’t really matter when I knew whose hands Misha’s blood had drenched when they killed her.

I was gonna ruin every last one of them.

Chapter One

Trip

The rev of bikes trolling the highway was a comforting sound, oddly enough. Ther was just something right about the purr of the engine, nothing between you and the asphalt that raced underneath you, and the growl like a beast that came from your ride as you cruised.

Misha used to love it, but I tried not to think about her too much anymore. She was long gone.

Trixie, though, was here right now. She was pressed against my back, with her tits squished against me. She held on to me