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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  SHACKLED

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Epilogue

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  SHACKLED

  Chapter 1

  Liz

  “I’m a father.” I heard Noah’s voice in the doorway behind me. “It still hasn’t sunk in.”

  I smiled to myself as I looked down at the sleeping baby, lying on his side, sucking his thumb. His favorite blanket was cuddled up in his other fist. Who knew babies could be so beautiful?

  Turning the nightlight on, I tiptoed out the room towards the huge man standing in the doorway, staring at the crib with wonder in his eyes. It was difficult not to look into his eyes and feeling my legs turn to jelly.

  “It took me a while to get used to it too,” I whispered as I managed to step around him. That wasn’t difficult. Noah Calder was tall and lean, but he seemed to fill the doorway. It was hard not to touch him as she stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her. “But it finally clicked.”

  I needed to get away from Noah—if only for a little while. Having him back was one thing, but having him this close—this man I barely recognized—was something else entirely. He made my whole body burn up, my pussy throbbing to the point it was getting hard to walk.

  Even though I knew the Noah that came back wouldn’t be the same Noah that went in, I couldn’t tear myself away. It just couldn’t happen.

  So, when Noah stepped up close to me, crowding me against the wall, I didn’t push him away. My blood was practically humming, my nipples hardening to a painful level as his chest brushed against mine. From the slight growl I heard in Noah’s throat, he felt it, too.

  “No lasting effects from it all?” he asked, his voice almost like a purr.

  “Sorry?”

  “From the pregnancy.” His hands ghosted down my arms, across my hips and settling on my waist. “From the birth. You look just as delicious as before.”

  I wasn’t sure about that. I had gained nearly twenty pounds; my hips were thicker, and my breasts were bigger. Stretch marks everywhere. There wasn’t much about my body to like anymore. But from the way Noah was looking at me, he was thinking otherwise.

  “No, not really.” I whispered. I licked my lips, seeing Noah’s eyes zero in on my mouth. “Except my libido was never satisfied.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes.” I lied. He can’t know about what I did. What I had to do.

  Noah cocked an eyebrow as his eyes darkened. “No one?”

  “No one.” I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands across his chest. This was a very bad idea, but I couldn’t help myself. “It’s just been me by myself.”

  Noah’s nostrils flared. He stepped in closer, slipping his hand around me, and palming my backside.

  “Well, I’m sure we can fix that.”

  I was expecting him to crush me to him, but Noah kissed me with a tenderness I hadn’t realized he owned. Noah was not a gentle lover; he fucked hard and fast, just like the rest of the things in his life. Never had he made love. And I didn’t want slow and gentle; I wanted him. All of him.

  Even if it was just for one more time.

  “Please, Noah.” I managed to drag my mouth away and pressed against the wall panting as Noah trailed kisses down my neck. “Don’t tease me. I can’t take it.”

  “You can take it.” Noah lifted his head, his mouth inches from mine. I felt like I could melt from the desire in his eyes. “It’s been two long years for me. I want to savor you for now. And then…” He slid his hand down inside my shorts, past my panties and cupped my backside with a firm grip. “Then we’ll get to fucking that delicious pussy of yours.”

  That was the Noah I remembered. I whimpered as Noah kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. His other hand joined the one in my shorts and gave my backside a hard squeeze, his nails digging into my skin. Just the feel of slight pain made me shudder. I didn’t object as Noah shoved my shorts and panties down my legs, pooling them around my ankles. He followed them down, lowering himself slowly to his knees and kissing his way down my front, taking my breast in his mouth through my t-shirt and bra. I gasped and ran my hands through his hair. It had to be the fact I had been deprived of sex for a long time. Noah hadn’t lit a fire like this inside me before and he had ignited quite a few in our short time.

  Noah went to his knees and lifted my leg, looping it over his shoulder. Still looking up at me, his hand went between my legs and stroked my pussy. I gasped and thrust my hips at him.

  “Fuck, Liz. You’re so wet already,” Noah groaned as he slid a long, thick finger into my pussy. “And so fucking tight.”

  Then his mouth was on my clit. I cried out and tried to stifle it. Hunter was on the other side of the wall; I didn’t want him to wake up and hear any of this. I didn’t want to move away from Noah’s mouth, from his touch.

  This was too good. Far too good.

  Noah took his time. Unlike before, where he would bring me to an orgasm so fast my head would be spinning, he drew it out of me slowly, making it build at a pace that was driving me crazy. I wanted more, a lot more. This was incredible, but I didn’t want it to be slow. I needed hard, fast.

  I needed Noah right now.

  I was so close to climaxing when Noah pulled his hand and mouth away. I wobbled, almost collapsing to my knees, and Noah caught me, catching my mouth in a hard kiss, crushing his lips to mine. He had unzipped his pa
nts at some point because now, when he pressed me up against the wall, his cock pressed against my pussy, rubbing against my juices.

  I moaned and hauled myself up, wrapping my legs around Noah as he thrust. His cock went in deep and made me see stars. My pussy clamped onto him and Noah snarled, pressing me against the wall. Then he was taking me hard, my backside bouncing off the wall as he rutted me, the angle pressing against my g-spot and my clit. His hands on my backside flexed and squeezed, stretching me wider. I thought I would explode.

  And I did. A bright white light flashed behind my eyes and my whole body lit up with a tremor that had me jerking against him. Noah held me tightly as he pummeled into me, his cock seeming to get thicker and longer before it twitched, and I could feel him empty himself inside me, Noah letting out a triumphant shout. He leant against the wall, his whole body shuddering.

  We slid to the floor, Noah cradling me in his lap. Being in his arms felt really good but I knew it wouldn’t be long before Noah was up and walking around, almost forgetting I was there until he had an itch he needed scratching. And with the darkness settled on his shoulders, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be too close.

  As if sensing me pulling back, Noah eased back to look at me.

  “Are you okay?” He cupped my jaw. “Liz?”

  “I’m fine.” I moved my head away and forced myself to stand, biting back a groan as Noah’s cock slid out of me. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

  I snatched up my shorts and panties and pulled them back on. Still looking confused, Noah stood and tucked his slackening cock back into his jeans.

  “You don’t seem… I don’t know… completely there.”

  I forced out a laugh. “Nice to know you’re still a flatterer. Being practicing in prison, have you?”

  A shadow passed over Noah’s face. He reached out to me. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, Liz.”

  I knew if he touched me again, I would be back in his arms. That didn’t help everything in my head settle. I needed a clear mind and Noah was not the tonic for that at all.

  “You’re not a talker, Noah, remember?” I reminded him, stepping out of his reach. “You’re a doer. You made your point before you went into prison.”

  “Liz…”

  I held up my hands and turned away, heading towards the bathroom. We were not going to have a heart-to-heart now. We were not.

  “You should go and see the club. They need you more than me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Noah didn’t moved when I turned back around. He was looking at me with a frown I had never seen on him before. Then he turned and looked at Hunter’s closed door. I wished he would just leave.

  “Are you still here?”

  Noah glanced at me. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t decipher. Then his gaze drifted over my body.

  “Do you want some company tonight?” he asked. “I’ll come back later and we can—”

  “Not tonight,” I said hurriedly. “Hunter still wakes up. You wouldn’t get much sleep or anything else.”

  “Right.”

  I knew he was looking for a reason to stay. I didn’t want to give him one, so I stepped further into the bathroom and slammed the door. It was then my legs gave way and I sagged to the floor, trying to take deep breaths so I didn’t break down.

  But it didn’t work and soon I was shaking with silent sobs, trying desperately to push out memories of the things I had to do when Noah was gone.

  The things Ruiz and the cartel made me do.

  Chapter 2

  Noah

  I knew Liz was in the bathroom crying her eyes out and it shocked me. Before I had gone to prison, Liz had been fiery, confident, willing to go toe-to-toe with me. It was that part of her that I enjoyed seeing. Watching her so close to collapse and trying to hold herself together frightened me.

  It had to be the birth. I reasoned with myself. The birth had changed her. I knew people changed after they had children in their lives. But I had never experienced it until now.

  I was still thinking about Liz the whole way back to Eden. She had changed. In two years she had changed. Not just physically but emotionally. The tough side of her was still there but it seemed to be a little more vulnerable. She looked like she was about to break at any moment.

  But her appetite for sex hadn’t changed. If anything, it had heightened. She was still a little firecracker. I missed that the most, especially in those moments sitting in my cell and trying to find something to do that wasn’t causing fights that sent me to the hole or put more days onto my sentence.

  I had kept myself out of trouble and it hadn’t been easy.

  She hadn’t come to see me. I asked that she didn’t. I didn’t want her to see me like that. Maybe I should have told her to visit. Then I would have known about our baby. I just couldn’t believe Liz—hell, everyone in Riders—had managed to keep the fact I was a father from me. Most of the members in my club had come to see me and there had almost been ample opportunity to tell me about Hunter. None of them did.

  I didn’t know what to think about that.

  Then again, maybe it had been for the best. A few of Ruiz Fernandez’s men were also in the same prison as me. If they had known I had a son, Hunter would’ve become a target. The cartel wasn’t below killing an innocent baby. I knew the secrecy was to keep Hunter safe, and I’ve made peace with that.

  But still, I wished I had known. Coming home and finding out I was a father and my old girlfriend was more withdrawn, emotionally keeping her distance, was a shock to the system. I had never expected Liz to be anything other than what I remembered.

  Now I barely recognized her.

  The taxi pulled up and slowly rolled to the stop. I paid the driver and got out, fighting back a smile. This part of town was still not looked upon kindly by regular people. It was Ghost Riders MC territory and we were known to be bunch of hard-drinking, hard-fighting, degenerates.

  But, compared to Ruiz and the cartel, we were practically model citizens.

  I pushed open the door to the bar. It was one of our annexes to the club house, which I was had been burned down as part of a spat between the Riders and Ruiz. I knew the basics of what had happened, but still had a hard time understanding why it had happened. The annex was mostly empty. But a familiar face was there, sitting at the bar as he scribbled something in a notebook. I recognized the leathers, the rugged, solid face and the intense frown.

  My boss hadn’t changed at all.

  I walked over and leant on the bar. “Mason.”

  Mason Rogers glanced up and did a double-take. Then he beamed. “Noah! I wasn’t expecting you to be here so soon.”

  “Well, you know, I missed the guys.” I grasped my friend’s arm in a tight grip. It was such a relief to see him without a wall of glass between us. “You have no idea how good it is to see you.”

  Mason laughed. “Same.” He sat back and surveyed me. “You don’t look any worse for wear. Thicker, though, more solid than before.”

  “Yeah, well, you gotta take care of yourself in prison.” I flexed my biceps. “Dog eat dog and all that.”

  “I’m not surprised. Two years is one hard slog.”

  I scowled.“Something I shouldn’t have had to have done in the first place. I’m guilty of a lot of things but not what I was sent away for.”

  “Hey.” Mason punched my arm. “We all know that. But we still don’t know who did what.”

  “Not if I have anything to do with it,” I tapped my nose. “Was always good at sniffing out a rat.”

  It was my bread and butter. I loved a good mystery and I had many contacts to get the information they needed.

  Mason frowned. “You’ve been away for two years. Do you really think you’re going to be as sharp as you were before you went away?”

  “There’s only one way to find out.”

  Mason grunted. He slid off the stool and beckoned for me to follow him.

  “Come into my office. There are a lot of things to
discuss.”

  I knew there was a lot he needed to be caught up on. I had been goaded many times in prison by Ruiz’s men. They were determined to see me crack. I prided myself in having not fallen to their level, but it hadn’t been easy. I wanted to get back into work as soon as I could.

  I followed Mason into his office, ducked my head under the doorframe, and shut the door behind me.

  “The war?” I asked as soon as the door clicked shut.

  Mason snorted. “What else? Bastard hit us hard.” He eased himself into his chair behind the desk, lacing his fingers over his flat stomach. “We’re still regrouping. Club operation moves from safe house to safe house, annex to annex. He’s got us on the ropes.”

  “And he’s still selling people,” I said darkly.

  That was the part that I had hated the most. I kept that to myself due to Mason’s involvement, but I wished it was something we didn’t have to be involved with. Khloe Walker had a lot to answer to.