Wheeler's Revenge: Satan's Sons MC, #2

By Naomi West

This is book 2 of the Satan's Sons MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Wheeler Blake is here to ruin me.

All Wheeler Blake can focus on is the curves of the dancer on stage.

But there's a hidden war boiling over at the Satan's Sons MC.

Can Wheeler save his MC from annihilation…

And keep his pregnant woman from falling into enemy hands?

EMBER

As a fire dancer, I know what it's like to get too close to the flames.

But the bad boy biker is about to burn me in a whole new way.

He's a heartbreaker in the flesh.

No good for me – or for any woman.

But he's got that thing I just can't resist.

That spark.

That allure.

And he's decided that I'm coming with him.

Whether I like it or not.

WHEELER

Sometimes, no words are needed.

Ember knew from the second our eyes met that this evening would be different than anything she'd ever experienced.

And I was about to prove her right.

Women always want more of me.

But my whole life, it's always been one rule: onto the next.

Ember is different, though.

She makes me want to stay.

To go back for more.

So when I threw her on the back of my bike and rode off into the night, I knew that this could end only one way:

Tragedy.

Because for the first time in a long time, I have something I care about.

No more reckless rogue.

No more win at all costs.

I have to stay alive so I can keep Ember safe.

Because she's carrying my baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393383277

Naomi West

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Wheeler’s Revenge: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Sons MC Book 2)

By Naomi West

Wheeler Blake is here to ruin me.

ALL WHEELER BLAKE CAN focus on is the curves of the dancer on stage.

But there’s a hidden war boiling over at the Satan’s Sons MC.

Can Wheeler save his MC from annihilation...

And keep his pregnant woman from falling into enemy hands?

EMBER

As a fire dancer, I know what it’s like to get too close to the flames.

But the bad boy biker is about to burn me in a whole new way.

He’s a heartbreaker in the flesh.

No good for me – or for any woman.

But he’s got that thing I just can’t resist.

That spark.

That allure.

And he’s decided that I’m coming with him.

Whether I like it or not.

WHEELER

Sometimes, no words are needed.

Ember knew from the second our eyes met that this evening would be different than anything she’d ever experienced.

And I was about to prove her right.

Women always want more of me.

But my whole life, it’s always been one rule: onto the next.

Ember is different, though.

She makes me want to stay.

To go back for more.

So when I threw her on the back of my bike and rode off into the night, I knew that this could end only one way:

Tragedy.

Because for the first time in a long time, I have something I care about.

No more reckless rogue.

No more win at all costs.

I have to stay alive so I can keep Ember safe.

Because she’s carrying my baby.

Chapter 1

Ember

To say that I was a little disturbed by all the Satan’s Sons would have been an understatement. They all had this cruel look about them, and I couldn’t really place why Wheeler didn’t feel that way to me, but I wasn’t going to question it. Nope, I was going to make him drag me out and show me a good time so that I could get out of my head for a little while and let my loved ones know that I was safe so that they wouldn’t worry about me too hard.

Totally, one hundred percent easy.

So I was on the back of Wheeler’s bike, again. More clothes on than the last time, but they were still a little skimpy. While Elise had been kind enough to supply me with some of her things, I hoped that I got the chance to go out and get some clothes of my own choosing at some point. I’d remind Wheeler about it when we got back to the clubhouse.

We pulled up to a bar that I’d never been to. It looked like your typical biker club, all rustic and rugged with a ton of bikes out front and loud rock music blaring, even though it wasn’t even evening yet. There were a few bikers out front drinking and laughing loudly with each other, and women in skimpy clothes seemed to be the norm. This wasn’t my crowd, but at least in the clothes that I had borrowed from Elise, I didn’t stick out in the she doesn’t belong here with us kind of way. Tight, tight, jeans and an impossibly low-cut red shirt had eyes on me, but the men had their eyes on all the girls.

As we walked into the bar, Wheeler had his arm around me, which was comforting and seemed to send the message to people not to mess with me. I was beginning to be fine with this contact and those signals—both in this situation and at the clubhouse.

Just don’t go getting used to it.

You know, I’ve been around bikers before, but never like this, I said as we walked inside. We were seated; Wheeler just found us a table near the bar.

You mean in the thick of things as opposed to just seeing us wherever for gigs and shit.

I nodded.

Yeah.

I take it your general opinion isn’t very favorable.

I laughed.

Well, at least there’s you, I said. He gave me a strange look and I realized how that must sound to him. Oh, well, you know what I mean. I rolled my eyes and held out my hand, refusing to let him think too long and hard on that one. Go on, give me a couple quarters. I need them for the phone calls.

Wheeler snorted, but fished inside his pockets and pulled out some change. I took it and winked at him.

You’re a doll.

Wheeler snorted and I got up, weaving through the huge crowd of people to get to the back where the payphones where. All the older places had them, and I was grateful for it. There was one out of the two that were back there that was free, and I