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    Wrenched (Book 3): Black Dragons MC, #3
    Wrenched (Book 3): Black Dragons MC, #3
    Wrenched (Book 3): Black Dragons MC, #3
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    Wrenched (Book 3): Black Dragons MC, #3

    By Claire St. Rose

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    This is book 3 and the finale of the Black Dragons MC romance series!

    I wrenched her to her knees and made her pay the debt she owed me.

    Her ex was a sadistic beast.

    Beat her black and blue.

    Kept her under lock and key.

    She ran to get away from him… right into my arms.

    I'm a monster, too, but in a different kind of way.

    I'd never lay a hand on a woman who wasn't begging for my touch.

    And it doesn't take long before that's exactly what Cassie's doing.

    She should stay far away from me, but her body is betraying her.

    Because in her head, she knows I'm a cold-hearted SOB who will be gone in the morning.

    But in her heart, all she wants is to fall to her knees and take a raw ride on the biker.

    I never planned on getting emotionally involved.

    I've seen too much hurt in this life to expose my heart to more pain.

    But Cassie is desperate for my help.

    And when her abusive ex comes sniffing on her trail, I have no choice to intervene.

    She's mine now.

    And there's not a man in this world I'll allow to touch what belongs to me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateDec 14, 2019
    ISBN9781393021995
    Wrenched (Book 3): Black Dragons MC, #3

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      Wrenched (Book 3) - Claire St. Rose

      Wrenched: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Dragons MC Book 3)

      By Claire St. Rose

      I wrenched her to her knees and made her pay the debt she owed me.

      HER EX WAS A SADISTIC beast.

      Beat her black and blue.

      Kept her under lock and key.

      She ran to get away from him... right into my arms.

      I’m a monster, too, but in a different kind of way.

      I’d never lay a hand on a woman who wasn’t begging for my touch.

      And it doesn’t take long before that’s exactly what Cassie’s doing.

      She should stay far away from me, but her body is betraying her.

      Because in her head, she knows I’m a cold-hearted SOB who will be gone in the morning.

      But in her heart, all she wants is to fall to her knees and take a raw ride on the biker.

      I never planned on getting emotionally involved.

      I’ve seen too much hurt in this life to expose my heart to more pain.

      But Cassie is desperate for my help.

      And when her abusive ex comes sniffing on her trail, I have no choice to intervene.

      She’s mine now.

      And there’s not a man in this world I’ll allow to touch what belongs to me.

      CHAPTER 1

      She stopped running for a moment and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She gasped and wheezed, her lungs burning as badly as her legs were. As she tried to suck in as much air as possible, she flexed and stretched arms that felt like they were about ready to fall off. The bag she'd lugging through the forest weighed a ton and Cassie had to admit that she wasn’t exactly in the best shape to begin with. Running through a nearly pitch black forest in the middle of the night as she tried to elude the cops—carrying a bag of illegal stuff no less—hadn’t exactly been on her bucket list.

      But then, neither was spending the rest of her life in prison, so there she was. Cassie knew that she could only play the hand she was dealt. It was a decision she made and no matter how tired she was, or how badly she wanted to sit down and rest for the next twelve hours, Cassie knew that she had to live with it. And it was a decision she would make again a hundred times over.

      The night air was cool and her breath was coming out in thick plumes of steam. The sky overhead was dark and dotted with stars, looking like chips of diamonds against the black velvet sky. The moon was half full but did little to dispel the inky darkness of the forest she was running through. She was actually surprised, and somewhat impressed with herself, for not tripping over a tree root and breaking an ankle or falling into a hole somewhere along the way.

      Knock on wood, she muttered to herself.

      Cassie looked around. What she needed was a place to stash the damn bag. She figured that not having to lug around a five thousand pound bag would certainly increase her mobility – which would increase her chances of escaping a thousandfold.

      But where was she going to hide it? That was the problem. With the cops already looking for her, Cassie knew that she needed to get rid of it quickly. But it had to be in a place they wouldn’t find it and in a place she could get to it again when the coast was finally clear. She looked around at the trees surrounding her, eyeballing fallen logs and bushes, hoping against hope that she was going to see a flashing neon sign that said, Hide it here!

      Right, she mused to herself, If only life were actually that simple.

      Shit, Cassie muttered and froze in place.

      The sound was unmistakable – there was helicopter approaching. It sounded like it was still a ways off, but she knew that having a police helicopter join the search for her was the last thing she needed. Cassie looked up at the thick canopy of the forest overhead and didn’t think they’d be able to actually see her through it. But she knew the cops had thermal imaging technology these days and they didn't actually need to put eyeballs on her to see her. Her heat signature would give her away.

      She gritted her teeth, knowing that her only hope was for it to veer off and head in a different direction – one that was in the exact opposite direction of where she was headed. The forest was a vast place and she hoped they’d start searching for her in another area, giving her time to stash the bag and get away.

      Go away, she muttered, leaning hard against the tree. Go away. Get out of here.

      Cassie held her breath and waited to see which direction the helicopter was going to go – and then let out a sigh of relief as she listened to the sound of it begin to fade into the distance. It was moving away from her.

      Thank God, she said, trying to restart her heart.

      She knew that been granted a reprieve, but that she had to get moving since it wasn't likely to last very long. Eventually, that helicopter was going to come back this way and when it did, she knew that if she hadn’t ditched the bag, she was done. Cassie groaned, her whole body sore from the exertion, but she pushed herself away from the tree, hefted the bag, and got moving again. She had no idea where she was going to go, simply turning in the opposite direction of the helicopter and putting one foot in front of the other.

      Cassie ran blindly through the woods with no direction or destination in mind. She was running on pure instinct – well, pure instinct and a very healthy dose of terror. And as she ran, some small voice in the back of Cassie's mind began to question what she was doing, question her sanity. Why was she running? She hadn’t done anything wrong, the voice told her. Why had she made the decision to put herself in the line of fire by taking the bag in the first place? Was she an idiot?

      The answer though, was more than obvious. Cassie had done it because of Damon. She'd done it for Damon. She knew that she couldn’t let him take the fall. She'd agreed to let Carl stash the bag in her hotel room to protect the club. They’d been doing just fine and had been keeping their noses clean and out of trouble – at least, so far as the cops knew – until she'd come along and Cassie felt like she bore some of the responsibility for the pressure they were under. Since Damon had taken her in – something he didn’t have to do, but had done anyway – his relationship with his oldest friend had been strained and the club had come under intense scrutiny and more than their fair share of harassment.

      And Cassie knew that was all her fault. She knew that if she hadn’t showed up and brought her bag of problems along with her, the Dragons would still be doing okay. The thing she felt the worst about was the really negative impact her being in the picture had on Damon’s friendship with Carl—which was why she’d agreed to take Carl’s bag in the first place. It was her way of saying she was sorry.

      That was the reason Cassie running through the woods in the middle of the night carrying a bag that had enough contraband material to land her in prison – possibly for the rest of her life. It wasn’t Damon’s fault. Hell, he hadn’t known anything about it and he’d been pissed when he’d found out that Carl had stashed the bag in her room.

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