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    Ripped (Book 3): Sons of Judah MC, #3
    Ripped (Book 3): Sons of Judah MC, #3
    Ripped (Book 3): Sons of Judah MC, #3
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    Ripped (Book 3): Sons of Judah MC, #3

    By Evelyn Glass

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    This is book 3 and the finale of the Sons of Judah MC romance series!

     

    I stole her from her husband and chained her to my bed.

     

    It's taking all my restraint not to rip her apart.

    She's too damn innocent for a sinner like me.

    So damn pure that it'd be a crime to lay a single tatted finger on her perfect skin.

     

    Besides, I didn't come here to claim her.

    I only came to collect a massive debt from her scumbag husband.

     

    But I've spent my whole life searching for a woman worth keeping.

    And now that I've found her, I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

     

    Especially if it means putting a bullet in that cheating bastard's skull.

     

    I spare his life, but I take his wife for myself.

     

    Stacy is terrified.

    I'd be scared, too.

    I'm six and a half feet of scars and tattoo, and I don't play nice in bed.

    I'm gonna break this pretty little angel.

     

    Because now that we're alone…

    It's time to show her who she belongs to.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateApr 2, 2020
    ISBN9781393040965
    Ripped (Book 3): Sons of Judah MC, #3

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      Ripped (Book 3) - Evelyn Glass

      Ripped: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Sons of Judah MC Book 3)

      By Evelyn Glass

      I stole her from her husband and chained her to my bed.

      IT’S TAKING ALL MY restraint not to rip her apart.

      She’s too damn innocent for a sinner like me.

      So damn pure that it’d be a crime to lay a single tatted finger on her perfect skin.

      Besides, I didn’t come here to claim her.

      I only came to collect a massive debt from her scumbag husband.

      But I’ve spent my whole life searching for a woman worth keeping.

      And now that I’ve found her, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

      Especially if it means putting a bullet in that cheating bastard’s skull.

      I spare his life, but I take his wife for myself.

      Stacy is terrified.

      I’d be scared, too.

      I’m six and a half feet of scars and tattoo, and I don’t play nice in bed.

      I’m gonna break this pretty little angel.

      Because now that we’re alone...

      It’s time to show her who she belongs to.

      Chapter 1

      The morning dawned bright and sunny. Stacy looked forward to an amazing trip as she took a shower. While she rubbed soap over her breasts, she was reminded of the time Marco surprised her in the shower. Maybe she could convince him to make love to her on the beach. It was one of her unfulfilled fantasies. Of course, they would have to find a secluded spot. Knowing Marco, he could figure it all out if he was motivated enough.

      This trip was actually quite exciting for her. She looked forward to spending some time with him away from their daily routine. There were bound to be some surprises. He might be a simple man, but she was sure to discover some other aspects of his personality. As she considered all those things, Stacy got out. She changed and dried her hair.

      By the time she was done, Marco was up. Good morning, she said.

      His eyes widened in surprise, and his gaze darted to the clock. Am I late?

      No, I’m early. But don’t worry. Take your time. I’m going to make breakfast. What would like to have?

      Eggs and Bacon, he replied promptly.

      Her gaze was drawn to his cock that sprang to attention as he got out of the bed. Walking over, she kissed him on the mouth. Her hand brushed over his cock, and it throbbed. If only we had more time...

      If we skip breakfast, we can make it. He put his hands on his waist. I’ll make it quick.

      She laughed and stepped away. I am sure you will, but we’ll be late, and I don’t want that to spoil our trip. How about a rain check? As soon as we get into the cottage, we’ll make this our priority.

      He rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom. Promises, promises.

      She smiled and stepped out of the bedroom. Her bags were packed, but she stuffed her toiletries inside and locked them. Of course, she was taking too much luggage for two days, but as she’d told Marco, she couldn’t travel light. She didn’t want to go there and realize that she didn’t bring her black stilettos or the sexy new lingerie she bought for this trip. It was a surprise for him. She didn’t tell him about it. She planned to step out of the bathroom there, looking like a million bucks. Seduction was on her mind, and she’d planned well for it.

      Taking out the ingredients, she prepared breakfast quickly. Although she preferred to eat fruits herself, Stacy also made an egg. Marco came out, and she set the plate for him on the counter. He poured two cups of coffee and gave her one. This looks good.

      It is better than good, she said. She loved the way he enjoyed even the tiny bits she did for him. Cooking wasn’t a big deal for her, but no one ever appreciated her so much for it. He was infusing her with a new confidence and a delight in things she did on an ordinary basis.

      They ate quickly. Marco rinsed the dishes and set them in the dishwasher. Why don’t you put it on while I fix my makeup?

      Your makeup is fine, and you look ravishing.

      Thank you...but I won’t take long. She walked into the bathroom, fixed her hair, reapplied her lipstick, and then smiled. Oh! She couldn’t wait for this vacation to start. It was one of the best days of her life, and things were bound to get better. She could imagine herself on the beach, in Marco’s arms, kissing him and cuddling. Shivering with anticipation, she got out just as the doorbell rang. Who could that be?

      She walked towards the door while Marco got the bags. Including his, there were three, but he managed them easily enough. Whoever it is, we don’t have time to talk. Send them away.

      I plan to. She opened the door and froze. Ned? What are you doing here?

      I came to talk. His steely glance shifted to Marco. Good. You’re here. Shifting out? I didn’t realize you were actually living with her.

      Flustered, she could only stare at him. Ned was bound to make trouble, but she didn’t have time for this. It was important to get rid of him fast. We’re not living together. Actually, we’re going for a trip, and I’m sorry, but we’re late. So we can talk about whatever you are here for at a later date.

      Ned crossed his arms at the chest. You haven’t told her?

      Tell me what? Really, Ned. We don’t have time.

      This is important. You would want to hear this before you go off. I bet Marco was planning to make it his swan song. Huh, Marco? Really. I thought you were supposed to be an honorable man.

      Ned’s words didn’t get her attention as much as the frozen expression on Marco’s face did. She’d never seen him look like this. It looked as if he was biting his tongue in order to keep the words from tumbling out of his mouth. She didn’t want to give Ned the satisfaction of demanding an explanation. He would love it if she did something like that.

      Stacy straightened her shoulders. Whatever he has to tell me can wait. We can talk about it on the plane, Marco. Ned, you have to leave. Goodbye.

      You silly girl. Ned shook his head, looking amused. Do you really want to go on a vacation with a guy who is planning to dump you after the weekend?

      Excuse me? Stop talking nonsense.

      It’s not nonsense. It’s the truth. He is planning to break up with you so that you can come back to me.

      Stacy actually felt as if her ears were ringing. She couldn’t believe what she heard. You’re far exceeding any limits of decency that you ever possessed, Ned. Marco and I are happy together, and I am sorry if that fact bothers you. I don’t suppose I need to remind you that you cheated on me and that made our marriage crumble.

      And I am deeply sorry about that. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and I am responsible for it. I won’t make the same mistake next time.

      There isn’t going to be a next time. Marco, let’s go.

      He is planning to break up with you. If you don’t trust him, at the very least I urge you ask him. I don’t want you to come back from your wonderful vacation and then have him dump you. That would be...humiliating, said Ned.

      Stacy lifted a brow. This man wouldn’t leave until he was pushed out, but perhaps she could make him eat his words and that might persuade him to leave them alone. Marco, why don’t you just tell Ned that you’re not planning to break up with me, and then we’re done here? When Marco remained quiet, she shifted her gaze from Ned to him. His cheeks were flushed with color, and there was a wild look in his eyes. She’d never seen him look so disturbed. Stacy was unable to understand why he would look so conflicted. It was a simple matter. He would say a few words and Ned would leave. Marco?

      "The poor bastard doesn’t know what hit him. I

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