Overpowered (Book 3): Headless Reapers MC, #3

By Paula Cox

This is book 3 and the finale of the Headless Reapers MC romance series! 

 

I'll fight the world to keep her in my bed.

 

I stole a girl who was strictly off limits.

And now her owners want my head on a spike.

But they'd better ride fast, ride hard, and carry a big gun.

Because I'll kill any man who tries to take her from me.

 

RAFAEL

 

I've lived my whole life in the fast line.

I've had more hot girls than hot meals.

But my thirst for adrenaline just drove me into dangerous territory.

 

Emma was just a rival club's girl -or so I thought.

But as I came to learn, being a Reaper's girl meant staying theirs for life.

Needless to say, they weren't exactly thrilled when I stole her for myself.

 

I've never once asked for permission to take anything in my life.

I decided I wanted her.

And I don't give a damn if the entire might of the Headless Reapers MC rises up to try and crush me.

 

I'm not backing down.

And they sure as hell aren't gonna take my girl from me.

Not without killing me first.

 

EMMA

 

I knew the consequences of submitting to an enemy biker like Rafael.

And I did it anyways.

 

But now, the club that thought they owned me is coming for my blood – and his.

They want to hurt us, make us suffer for defying them.

I can't lie -I 'm terrified.

 

But one look in Rafael's eyes shows me that he isn't scared.

Not in the slightest.

 

He says that he owns me, that he'll never let me go.

And I pray that he's telling the truth.

 

It's a little bit ironic:

I've spent my whole life fighting to get free of the clutches of the outlaw bikers who want to brand me with their ink and chain me to their beds.

But now that I've found Rafael…

 

I'll do whatever it takes to stay in his arms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393027942

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Overpowered: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Headless Reapers MC Book 3)

By Paula Cox

I’LL FIGHT THE WORLD to keep her in my bed.

I stole a girl who was strictly off limits.

And now her owners want my head on a spike.

But they’d better ride fast, ride hard, and carry a big gun.

Because I’ll kill any man who tries to take her from me.

RAFAEL

I’ve lived my whole life in the fast line.

I’ve had more hot girls than hot meals.

But my thirst for adrenaline just drove me into dangerous territory.

Emma was just a rival club’s girl -or so I thought.

But as I came to learn, being a Reaper’s girl meant staying theirs for life.

Needless to say, they weren’t exactly thrilled when I stole her for myself.

I’ve never once asked for permission to take anything in my life.

I decided I wanted her.

And I don’t give a damn if the entire might of the Headless Reapers MC rises up to try and crush me.

I’m not backing down.

And they sure as hell aren’t gonna take my girl from me.

Not without killing me first.

EMMA

I knew the consequences of submitting to an enemy biker like Rafael.

And I did it anyways.

But now, the club that thought they owned me is coming for my blood – and his.

They want to hurt us, make us suffer for defying them.

I can’t lie -I ‘m terrified.

But one look in Rafael’s eyes shows me that he isn’t scared.

Not in the slightest.

He says that he owns me, that he’ll never let me go.

And I pray that he’s telling the truth.

It’s a little bit ironic:

I’ve spent my whole life fighting to get free of the clutches of the outlaw bikers who want to brand me with their ink and chain me to their beds.

But now that I’ve found Rafael...

I’ll do whatever it takes to stay in his arms.

CHAPTER 1

Two weeks, three days and counting. Emma Walsh sat on the couch in the main room that was filled with happy people and good times. Too bad she was an outcast that wasn’t allowed into the fun. A little over two weeks ago, she’d been one of The Headless Reapers club girls and she was one of the special ones. She had been the one the other girls came to for advice and the men came to for a good time. She had been happy, well for the most part. Thinking back for a minute she knew that last part wasn’t really true. She’d been thinking about busting out of this motorcycle club girl thing and doing something else with her life. A job or a family would be nice, because being a party girl was getting old and so was she. It didn’t help that she had fallen for the man she’d had a crush on since she was a teenager in foster care... a man from The Reaper’s rival club The Mountain Tribesmen.

Do you want something to drink? Tricia was another club girl and Emma’s favorite person in the house.

Honestly, Tricia was one of the only people who could look her square in the eye. Most of the guys thought she’d got she’d gotten Mark The Hammer Spencer killed by an unknown assailant. The truth was she had done some things that the Reapers didn’t approve of and some things they couldn’t prove that she’d done. The fog of speculation was a thick covering for what had happened but she was very quiet about it and it didn’t matter who they sent over to make her talk it wasn’t going to be successful. Although Emma wasn’t talking, she could feel the anger brimming all around her like thick pea soup. Dammit, she hated pea soup.

No thanks, Tricia, I think I’m going to head up to bed. Emma knew she was supposed to stay downstairs in the main room most of the day so they could keep an eye on her, and she could leave with the president Joe Burgundy or Tricia. They’d taken her cell phone, well technically, it was their cell phone and while she was on this modified house arrest, she didn’t dare try to reach out to Rafe.

She was a prisoner, although she was not physically bound. The eyes of Big Brother, which was everyone at the club, followed her constantly and she lived with the relentless threat of discipline if she made one more wrong move.

Rafael The Lucky One Neal. He was the reason she was in so much trouble... no, that wasn't technically true. She knew when he lifted the mask of his sexy face the day he’d visited the Reaper's club that it was a life changing event. He’d lived in the foster home she’d lived in with Miss Marlene, but he’d left a few months before she’d gotten there. She’d fallen for him before she’d ever met him. She'd used him for masturbatory material and secretly flirted with him when she’d seen him out. The thing was all the women flirted with him and he seemed like catnip to the women of the Headless Reapers.

She’d snuck out with the VP of the Mountain Tribesmen and had the night she’d wanted for most of her adult life. Too bad it all went to hell in a hand basket moments after she returned the next day. Her friend, Tricia was still there and she looked like she wanted to say something. As long as it wasn’t another lecture she’d be fine but if one more person asked her what happened that night and warned her of the trouble with men outside the club she may actually scream.

After a deep sigh Tricia started. It would go so much better for you if you would just tell them what they want to know.

And that is... Emma wanted to act like she didn’t know what her friend was talking about like she did with all the other people but she couldn’t, unfortunately she couldn’t tell her friend the truth either. She knew that Tricia was closer to her than anyone else but she didn’t think she wouldn’t turn her in and get the kudos that would accompany getting her to talk.

Her buddy’s eyes narrowed and her mouth got tight. You think you’re playing all these people but everyone knew there was an extra pep in your step when The Lucky One was near. Now that all this has happened it’s just making people think you’ve had something going on with him for longer than any of us realized. Tricia looked around after saying the nick name that had the rough and mean looking president jumping down your throat at its very mention.

Everyone liked him, Trix. I don’t see why my thinking he looked like a nice pet to ride would make me a criminal or him a murderer. I recall you saying some very sexual things about him too. Emma hated to bring that up because now thinking about Tricia being interested in Rafe made her feel slightly ill, but she had to make a point.

They’re saying you left Mark a message to meet you out in the parking lot. Is that true? Tricia looked like she wanted to help her but Emma couldn’t be too sure. If Emma told her what really happened she would be punished worse than she was getting now. The animosity and anger was subtle but once the truth came out, if it ever came out, the subtlety would be gone and