Metalhead (Book 2): Trojans MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 2 of the Trojans MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

She was too pure for me, but I screwed her anyways.

She wanted a taste of the biker life.

So I bent her over my bed and showed her how to please me.

It's exactly what she asked for, and I'm more than happy to help her out.

As long as she's okay with hitting the streets as soon as I'm through with her.

Because I've got a club to run and a city to conquer.

I don't have time for this nosy reporter looking to use me for her big break.

I'm the one who's gonna be using her, not the other way around.

But my attitude gets flipped on its head when Shayla leaves me before I can do the same to her.

I find myself feeling something so weird, so unfamiliar.

I want her back?

It doesn't make any sense.

I've had every wayward woman in the city.

Why do I care about this one?

But the heart wants what it wants.

So here's what I'm going to do:

Drag Shayla back into my world.

Put my ring on her finger.

And fill her belly with my baby.

And then I'll never let her leave me again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393992073

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Metalhead: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Trojans MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

She was too pure for me, but I screwed her anyways.

SHE WANTED A TASTE of the biker life.

So I bent her over my bed and showed her how to please me.

It’s exactly what she asked for, and I’m more than happy to help her out.

As long as she’s okay with hitting the streets as soon as I’m through with her.

Because I’ve got a club to run and a city to conquer.

I don’t have time for this nosy reporter looking to use me for her big break.

I’m the one who’s gonna be using her, not the other way around.

But my attitude gets flipped on its head when Shayla leaves me before I can do the same to her.

I find myself feeling something so weird, so unfamiliar.

I want her back?

It doesn’t make any sense.

I’ve had every wayward woman in the city.

Why do I care about this one?

But the heart wants what it wants.

So here’s what I’m going to do:

Drag Shayla back into my world.

Put my ring on her finger.

And fill her belly with my baby.

And then I’ll never let her leave me again.

Chapter 1

Dialing a phone number was difficult with fingers that felt more like sausages than fingers. That was Shayla’s lesson for the day.

Though she’d managed to get a decent night’s sleep, she had still woken up way too early to call up Luke and apologize. She’d only end up having to call him another time to apologize for calling him so early with her first apology.

So Shayla had made some coffee, cut up some strawberries, and curled up on her couch with her newspaper. Normally, there wasn’t much to read about in the Templeton Gazette. Especially on a Saturday. More often than not, stories even more idiotic than her biker/kitten story would earn the first page spot. That meant that the rest of the newspaper was essentially drivel.

That being said, Shayla appreciated that not a lot happened in her town. The crime rate was low, despite the presence of no less than two biker gangs, and the populace was generally cheery. She’d take that over constant drama any day, even if it did mean her job wasn’t as relevant as it would have been in other cities.

Today, though, the Templeton Gazette’s front page story was actually news. Tragic news. It was the story of a teenage girl in a coma because of some bad ecstasy. Pills which her best friend claimed had been all but shoved down her throat by a member of one of the motorcycle clubs.

Shayla’s heart thumped in her chest. Could it have been a member of the Trojans? She didn’t see that as something that Luke would allow, and yet here it was on the front paper. And isn’t that what kind of shit biker gangs were notorious for?

God, what kind of fool had Shayla been to get involved with a motorcycle club president? Well, she hadn’t really gotten involved. That was a small blessing, apparently. Should she still call to apologize? Or should she just never speak of or to him again?

She already knew she was going to call. She wouldn’t be able to relax until she knew whether the guy she’d nearly slept with had been in some way responsible for this. And if he was? Well, she would deal with that later.

Shayla looked at the clock. It was still probably too early to call him, but now she was pissed. So she picked up her phone and dialed the number from the scrap of paper on her fridge. Twice. Because her sausage fingers made it difficult the first time.

He picked up on the third ring, and his gruff Hello caused heat to flame in Shayla’s core despite the seriousness of the call.

Luke. It’s Shayla.

I was wondering when you’d call.

She rolled her eyes. As if he’d known she was going to call. He was so full of it.

I read a really interesting story in the paper today, she spat. About a girl who could lose her goddamn life because of a bad pill she got from a member of a biker gang.

There was a pregnant pause, and Shayla couldn’t tell whether Luke was shocked or trying to figure out how to talk himself out of it.

I know.

That wasn’t the answer she’d been expecting. You know?

It wasn’t one of mine, which you’re clearly thinking. The girl’s friend came to us, and we’re finding out who it was and how deep the problem goes.

Shayla was shocked. That sounded so...noble. She had pegged Luke for many things, but noble hadn’t been high on the list. Not that it had been low on the list. It just hadn’t been on any list whatsoever.

How do I know you’re not lying just to pacify me?

Why would I do that? If she wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint or irritation in his voice.

I don’t know, she replied. Maybe so I don’t go spin the news against you or something.

Luke chuckled mirthlessly. You wouldn’t do that, Shayla. His use of her name sent tingles everywhere through her.

You don’t know that.

I know that you’re a good reporter and you have ethics. You’ll do your research, and when you do, you’ll find out it wasn’t my gang. You’ll also find that there’s been a curious lack of drug pushing in half of the city for the past four years. And then I think you’ll apologize for making assumptions.

Shayla passed. He had a point. And he did sound like he was telling the truth, and that he was just as distressed as she was. Maybe even more.

Well then I guess I’ll just swallow my pride and lump that apology in with my other one, Shayla said.

Two days later I’m getting an apology for you running out on me? His laugh this time was full of amusement. That’s some hell of a turnover time you’ve got there, little one.

Oh god, why did he send such tingles through her? Why couldn’t she just feel nothing when he spoke? It was clear that she hadn’t gotten over her infatuation, as she’d hoped she would. More importantly, it seemed to have gotten worse. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all that. Just his voice was making her core throb.

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