Torque: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Angels MC) (Unbreakable Bad Boys Book 2)

by Sophia Gray

  Peyton dead. Nefertiti arrested. Lily at my side all night. What the fuck was going to happen now?

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Lily

  Anne looked at me smugly. “I heard the news about your convict boyfriend, Lily,” she said just loud enough for Mark to hear her. “He was arrested and taken to the hospital last night.”

  “He wasn’t arrested,” I said, my voice sharp. “He was found with a wound to his arm. So of course he was hospitaliTorque. And he’s not my boyfriend.”

  Anne raised her eyebrows at me. She looked at Mark and shrugged and he looked quickly away. Ever since I’d stood him up for dinner, he hadn’t bothered to ask me out again. Instead, he was going for Anne. And she seemed to be loving every minute of it. The only confusing part was why she was so hell-bent on still making me miserable.

  “I’m leaving soon,” I said.

  Anne nodded. “Going to the hospital?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “No,” I lied. “I’m going home.”

  Mark watched me with big, sad puppy eyes. I had to look away. I hated feeling like I’d hurt him, but how many more times could I have put him off before he really understood? And of course, I hadn’t planned on standing him up. Torque had just showed up. And Torque was more important.

  As I got to the door of Dawning Point, I spun on my heel. “Hey, Anne,” I called out. “You know what? He actually is my boyfriend. I didn’t want to tell you because you obviously think he’s a thug, but he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He treats me very well.”

  Anne stared at me with her mouth hanging open. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Bye, Lily.”

  The way she said goodbye to me almost felt like a real goodbye, and not a see you later. I swallowed hard. I wondered if I’d ever come back to this place. My singing career was going better than expected and it did pay a lot more than working here. I loved being around kids, but I was starting to wonder if it was really for me. Maybe I could be a singer full-time. Maybe I could even go back to school and get a voice degree. The future didn’t seem like one straight line anymore. After meeting Torque, it was like everything branched out in separate directions.

  I drove to Detroit Grace with my foot to the pedal. Maybe today they’d be able to give Torque some real drugs. I’d felt so horrible after leaving last time; he was clearly in agony, even when passed out. It had hurt me to see him looking so vulnerable and alone.

  Thankfully, the butch doctor who’d attended to him before had left. She was replaced by a petite Asian woman who stared at me over the tops of her glasses.

  “Are you a family member of Torque?”

  I shook my head. “Girlfriend,” I said after a beat. The doctor looked me over from head to toe, taking in my fuzzy pink sweater and cream jeans. “I swear,” I added.

  She narrowed her eyes. “You sure you’re not one of those visiting missionaries? We can’t allow those in to be with patients until they’re starting to recover.”

  “No,” I said with a smile. “I know how weird it looks.”

  The doctor rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I’ve seen everything. But I have to ask, sorry.”

  She led me into Torque’s room. Instantly, the atmosphere transformed. Before, he’d looked miserable and strained, but now there was almost a floaty, happy look on his face.

  “Is he okay?”

  The doctor nodded. “He passed his blood work. There was no trace of any illegal drugs in his system, so we hooked him up to a Percocet drip.”

  I smiled. “Oh, God, that’s such good news. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

  The doctor looked annoyed, and she blushed a little bit. I wondered how often people begged her or praised her based on her abilities to help their loved ones. It wasn’t too hard to imagine that she probably dealt with requests like that all time, especially in Detroit.

  “Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked. “I’ll be back in a few hours, if you’re still here. Visiting hours are over at ten.”

  I nodded. I couldn’t wait for her to leave so I could be alone with Torque, even though he was passed out. Five excruciating seconds later, she walked out the door.

  “Torque!” I cried, flying to his side. “Torque!”

  He didn’t stir, and I reached out and grabbed one of his giant paws with both of my hands. His skin felt warm and dry, and even though he smelled like a hospital, if I leaned in close, I could get a faint whiff of cigarettes from his skin. I closed my eyes and grinned happily, resting my head on his prone chest.

  Just being with Torque, even when we weren’t talking, felt so good. Okay, sometimes maybe it felt even better than not talking. I giggled to myself as I thought about Torque’s temper and attitude. If I was being honest, I loved those things about him. I loved everything that made Torque the man that he was.

  “Gaahrnn,” came a cry from the bed. I snapped my head up. Torque’s eyes were starting to open, and he blinked at me very slowly. I grinned at him and sat closer.

  “Torque!” I cried. “It’s me! Lily!”

  “Laaaa,” Torque replied, bobbing his head.

  I giggled. “Wow, they really have you doped up. Torque didn’t reply; he closed his eyes and flopped his head back down on the pillow. “Torque, are you okay? Are you in pain?”

  There was still no reply. Torque opened his eyes and focused on me. Eagerly, I leaned forward. The green orbs didn’t look any duller than before, but I could sense pain and hurt.

  “Torque, I’m so glad you’re okay,” I gushed. His eyelids fluttered. “Please don’t pass out,” I begged. “Please stay with me, Torque. I love you, Torque.”

  His eyes flew open. “What?” he croaked.

  I squealed excitedly. “Torque! I can’t believe you’re alive!”

  “I’m here,” he said slowly. “Lily.” When he said my name, my heart fluttered, and I felt butterflies. “Lily,” he repeated, and I blushed from the roots of my hair.

  “Torque, you’re gonna be okay!” He winced, and I felt guilty. “Sorry,” I said in a softer voice. “I’m just so happy to see you.” Hot tears burned at my eyes, and I blinked quickly to clear them, but they spilled out and down my cheeks. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

  He managed a smile, and I reached up to stroke his face. “Lily,” he croaked, and I grinned like an idiot. Who cared if all he could ever say was my name? I loved that. Besides, it was a lot better than him calling me a stupid little cupcake!

  “I’m here,” I gushed, squeezing his fingers. Torque didn’t reply. “I’ll stay here until they kick me out,” I promised. “Do you want me to read to you? I can read to you!”

  Torque looked at me dully. “Just stay… Here.”

  I nodded furiously. “Of course I will. I won’t leave your side!”

  Torque closed his eyes again, and for the first time in days, he looked happy. He didn’t say anything, and I gently stroked his forearm with my fingertips. His skin felt softer than usual. When I looked at the bloody bandage wrapped around his arm, I wondered what kind of hell he’d been through. Maybe one day he’d tell me.

  Maybe now things would be different. It wasn’t all that hard to picture. I saw Torque escorting me to and from the club; not because he had to, but because he wanted to. I saw myself buying him another, fancier coffeemaker and always having coffee for him in the mornings.

  “I love you,” I said again. Torque’s eyes fluttered. “I love you so much, Torque.”

  “I love you, too,” he grunted out. My heart swelled. “I love you,” he repeated.

  “I love you,” I murmured. This time he didn’t hear me.

  Slowly, relaxed with love and pain meds, he began to fall asleep.

  THE END

  THE END

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  Wrench: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Inked Hunters MC) (Unbreakable Bad Boys Book 1)

  My mind says to run from him. My body says submit.

  Some things are too broken to be fixed.

  But Arsen refuses to let me go.

  I’ve worked hard to escape a traumatic past that haunts my nightmares…

  And he’s about to wrench that all away.

  MAYA

  There’s no peace in this life.

  At least, none that I can find.

  Because just when I’ve found what feels like a safe haven – away from the horrors of my past – my bad boy ex comes calling.

  Arsen is a nightmare in his own regard.

  Too tall and tatted too ignore, too handsome to refuse.

  And far too much trouble to let in the door.

  But I can’t say no to him.

  Because this time, his phone call isn’t about us.

  It isn’t about making me fall to my knees and submit to his commands.

  It’s about a little girl in the clutches of a killer.

  I’m the only one who knows how to stop him – because the killer came after me once, too.

  Going back means facing Arsen again.

  And if I do, there’s no telling how my body will react.

  So I have to decide:

  Can I sacrifice my happiness to wade back into the hell I just escaped?

  Or do I keep running from love and lust… and let an innocent girl die in my place?

  ARSEN

  She was desperate when she called me.

  Hell, my clients always are.

  But this one stuck out like a sore thumb.

  The tears of a mother, begging me to save her kidnapped child… hard to say no to that.

  And this time, it’s real f**king personal.

  Because there are fingerprints all over this chaos that point to one man:

  The killer I never caught.

  I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around that b*stard’s throat.

  But getting to him will mean rebuilding a bridge I burnt a long time ago.

  My ex, Maya, ran from me, from us, from her fears of the suffering she’d been through and the suffering yet to come.

  And yet, she’s the only person who can help me save this little girl’s life.

  But bringing her back into the fold brings back painful memories, along with some equally agonizing desires.

  I try to keep my hands to myself, but there’s no way that self-control will last.

  Because one thing is true above all else:

  Once I stake my claim, Maya belongs to me forever.

  Torn by the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Broken Wings MC) (Satan's Outlaw Sins Book 3)

  She might not survive getting torn by the devil.

  I’m a savage son of a b!tch with a biker’s patch on my kutte and blood on my hands.

  She’s a complete f**king mystery – and also, my ex.

  Jas is desperate for protection that only I can provide.

  But nothing in this world comes for free.

  PAX

  My club, the Broken Wings MC, was the only thing I ever gave a damn about.

  Except for her.

  So when Jasmine comes tumbling back in my life, with no rhyme, no reason, or any memory of how she fell back into my lap, I don’t have a choice.

  I gotta stop what I’m doing and find out who hurt her.

  Then, I’m gonna hunt that motherf**ker down and break every bone in his body.

  But Jasmine is hiding secrets behind that pretty little face.

  Too bad we don’t have time to sit around and make sense of the situation.

  She needs my help, or she’s going to end up six feet under.

  So I do what I’ve always done.

  I get ready to go hurt the people who dared lay a finger on my woman.

  JASMINE

  I try to remember, but there’s only darkness in my past.

  Someone did something bad to me.

  Something very bad.

  If only I knew what.

  The dark, brooding bad boy who saved me claims he has answers.

  But he won’t tell me until I’m “ready to hear.”

  And that won’t happen until I give him what he wants.

  On my knees, on my back, in the heart of his club.

  Whatever it takes.

  Whatever the biker commands.

  Ride with the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Riders MC) (Satan’s Outlaw Sins Book 2)

  I bought her to break her.

  She was the prize of the auction.

  And now she’s bare in my bed.

  But what starts as another night of sating my hunger…

  Turns into an adventure that might kill us both.

  BRANDON

  Being part of an outlaw motorcycle club comes with its perks.

  The law of the land is merely a suggestion to be ignored.

  And out here, beyond its reach, anything goes.

  Anything at all.

  That means girls, guns, and drugs flow back and forth from man to man like an endless river.

  Just reach in and quench your thirst.

  Again, and again, and again.

  That’s how Hannah ended up at my mercy.

  Just another club rat, purchased to satisfy a man’s desires.

  Any other night, with any other girl, I would have used her until I had my fill, then kick her out the d*mn door.

  But this wasn’t any other night.

  And Hannah isn’t any other girl.

  There is something different about this one.

  And when my enemies try to claw her back from me, she becomes more than just a woman in my possession.

  She becomes the spark that starts a wildfire.

  Bring on the war, the carnage.

  I’ve staked my claim on Hannah.

  And if they want to lay their hands on her again…

  They’ll have to go through me.

  HANNAH

  I knew from the beginning that I might not survive this ride.

  But I never had a choice.

  They called me a club girl, but I know what I really am:

  A disposable toy.

  They use me when they want, and hurt me when they don’t.

  I’m less than human to them.

  I’m a receptacle, a rag, a piece of trash.

  And Brandon looks just as vicious as the rest of them.

  When I’m handed to him, I don’t feel anything.

  Years of abuse have washed those emotions away.

  So when the door shuts and we’re finally alone, I do what I’ve been taught:

  Strip down and get ready to please.

  The sooner he’s happy, the sooner my suffering will end.

  But the biker surprised me.

  He might look like the b*stards who’ve spent years hurting me, but underneath, he’s a different man entirely.

  Somewhere beneath the leather and the tattoos, there’s a heart.

  And maybe, just maybe, he’ll be the one to save me.

  That is, if my owners don’t come to steal me back first.

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  I stole his money. He stole my heart.

  I knew the consequences when I took the mission.

  But I tried to rob the biker president anyways.

  He caught me, and now I’m his.

  His toy. His hostage. His wife.

  CLARA

  When my boss orders me to steal from the Storm’s Angels MC, I’m wary.

  I’ve been around this city long enough to have heard the stories about the bikers and their leader.

  They say Mason is bad.

  Brutal.

  Brilliant.

  Seduct
ive.

  And now, I’m about to find out for myself.

  Because somehow, he knew I was coming.

  And I walked right into his trap.

  Now, I’m tied to a chair in his basement, stripped bare, with nothing but my body to offer.

  Mason is relentless.

  He wants to know who sent me, and why.