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  Ride With The Devil

  Devils Riders Book Two

  Joanna Blake

  Contents

  Ride With The Devil

  Foreword

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Turn the page for Slade, your bonus short story!

  Slade

  Prologue

  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

  Six Months Later

  TOC Instructions

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Cuffed

  Cockpit

  Go Long

  Grind

  Bro’

  A Bad Boy For Summer

  TOC Instructions

  Copyright © 2017 by Joanna Blake

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Created with Vellum

  For my Family

  Ride With The Devil

  Devils Riders Book Two

  I'm big and mean. I like it dirty. She's off limits and way too innocent. But I'd like to see someone try and stop me.

  JANET

  When my career as a dancer is sidelined due to an injury, I have no idea what to do with my life. My best friend Kaylie is dating the head of the Devil’s Riders, so I tag along when she hangs out at the club.

  That’s when I see him. The one they call the Viking.

  He never says a word, but his eyes burn into me. He watches out for me, even kisses me, but that’s it. The man refuses to take the next step.

  I know he wants me. I just need to tip the big guy over the edge.

  You know what they say about the big ones, right?

  JACK

  I’m big and mean and I don’t give a damn about anything but the Riders. But when the fiesty redhead shows up with the Prez’s old lady, I’m told to watch her.

  Problem is, I can’t stop.

  I want my eyes and the rest of me, on her. She’s a pain in the ass but that doesn’t change biology. She’s mine for the taking, and I’m going to take her up on the offer. For good.

  I’m just not sure she can handle what I’m offering her.

  Ride With The Devil is the second book in the Devil’s Riders series. It was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded. I can’t wait for you to read it!

  Xoxox,

  Joanna

  P.s. I know I’m not supposed to pick favorites but here goes: Jack is my favorite hero ever. Nick from Slay Me is next, then Jace from A Bad Boy For Summer. And finally Cade from Go Big. Yep, two of them are the strong but silent type and two are over the top, cocky alpahs. So, go ahead and borrow my number one book boyfriend for a few hours! Enjoy! <3

  Foreword

  This book was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded.

  I have included the short story Slade as a bonus at the back!

  Enjoy!

  Xoxox,

  Joanna

  Prologue

  Jack

  Jack watched as brother after brother disappeared into the back with the sweetbutts. Everyone was so focused on getting ass they didn’t pay attention to what really mattered: staying alive.

  The club wasn’t just about getting wasted and getting tail. It meant something. They were supposed to be a well oiled machine. An army.

  But this was just… sloppy.

  He shook his head. He didn't have the patience for dealing with women. Not when he had bigger fish to fry.

  It had been a while since he laid anyone though. He hadn’t had the urge. Some people might say he didn’t have any urges, at all.

  He knew he could have his pick of the women hanging around the bar tonight. Hell, a couple of them would have done anything to get a couple of minutes with his cock. He had gotten a reputation for being unnaturally large. Not from any locker room talk either.

  It was just visible through his pants.

  It was kind of hard to hide something the size of a tree trunk.

  It was true that he was big, but also a pain in the ass. Could he help it that he was 6’4” with a cock to match? It didn’t mean he was offering rides.

  In fact, he was way too popular for his liking.

  Something about the way he kept to himself only seemed to make the girls more desperate to get his attention. They made it clear they'd do anything to please him. He sneered at a girl with frizzy bleached out hair who brushed past him with a simper.

  Maybe it was time to head home.

  He stalked over to the bar and put down the heavy mug that Donnie kept just for him.

  "Want a refill?"

  Jack shook his head. He'd been drinking ginger ale all night, as usual.

  "Calling it a night?"

  "Yeah."

  Donnie smiled at him. Jack didn't smile back. It wasn't that he didn't like Donnie. It was just that Jack never smiled.

  Donnie held out his hand and Jack clasped it in a show of brotherhood.

  "See you tomorrow, Viking."

  Jack nodded and left. He ignored the looks he was getting from the rest of the club and the easy women who were lounging everywhere. He was not in the mood for dealing with them, even just for some head.

  He strode out to his bike and climbed on. It was just a quick ride to his shop and the apartment above it. It was late but he wasn't sleepy. He decided to throw the lights on upstairs and work on the roof deck.

  Jack was hammering in two by four planks of cedar when he looked up at the sky. It was already getting light out but he could still see the stars. It was beautiful up here.

  Or it would be, when he was finished.

  He wondered briefly who the hell he was building this for. It's not like he
had anyone to share it with other than Dev and Donnie. Hell, he hardly even talked to them, even though he saw them every day.

  He would lay down his life for them in a heart beat.

  Not that it was saying much. He knew his life wasn't worth much to anyone anyway.

  He’d known that since he was five years old.

  Chapter One

  Janet

  Janet stared at her shoes while her father droned on and on about responsibility. She did her best to tune him out completely. It wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all before.

  Over and over again.

  She was mentally running her routine. The last part she’d played in the Seattle Ballet Company. In her mind she marked out all her steps, swooping with the music. It was almost like she was back there, dancing her heart out. Even though it had been well over a year ago.

  It almost worked too.

  And then her mother took over the lecture, making sure Janet knew how humiliated she was to have a daughter ‘like her.’

  Ouch. That was a new one.

  Janet tuned her out too. It was better this way. Don’t try and make them see reason. That had never gotten her far. Just let them have their say and she could get on with her life.

  Whatever that was going to turn out to be.

  She bit her tongue to keep from talking back. They just didn't get her. They never had, and she doubted they ever would. They had expectations about the way a proper young lady should sit and talk and behave.

  Ideas that seemed straight out of the 1950’s if you asked Janet.

  Her parents were extremely well off and belonged to every club in town. They had the nicest house in the neighborhood, the nicest cars, and until recently, the nicest little goody two shoes, professional ballet dancer for a daughter.

  She almost laughed but she didn't want to get them going again. She had been a goody two shoes. Until about a year ago. Then BAM.

  Now, not so much.

  Janet had never been the sort of person who did well with a bunch of rules. Dancing was different. She was okay with coloring in the lines for the sake of her art.

  But other than that, she was always a little bit of a rebel.

  She didn't care about what other people thought, not like her parents did. But she didn't want to fight.

  Not tonight.

  Tonight she was meeting her best friend. She was finally seeing Kaylie for the first time in six months. Since she'd left for college.

  That had gone really well.

  College had not been for her, to put it mildly. She missed dancing too much. After the accident, nothing could quite get through to her. She hadn't enjoyed her classes, the dorms or anything really.

  Well, except for one thing…

  She rolled her eyes and forced herself to keep still. She was ready to bounce out of her chair with excitement. Not just because she was going to see Kaylie, but because of where they were meeting.

  They were going there.

  The SOS clubhouse.

  Janet had never been inside the Spawn's headquarters. Few outsiders had. And tonight was her chance.

  Her best friend was dating the President of one of the most notorious MC clubs in all of California!

  She was bursting with anticipation. She wondered if there would be anyone there she might want to date too. Kaylie had warned her that most of the guys were pretty cavalier about women, but you never know.

  Besides, Janet decided that she could be cavalier too.

  She'd been feeling particularly reckless since getting kicked out of college for poor grades. She'd spent a semester and a half on academic probation, struggling since almost the first week of school.

  She didn't really blame her parents for being mad about that.

  But how could they understand what it was like?

  There was no way to explain it to them. College had changed everything for her. Once she wasn’t dancing seven hours a day, her curves had blossomed.

  After years she was finally a woman. She'd always been distracted by boys. Kaylie teased her about it endlessly.

  But after all this time, she distracted them too.

  How was she supposed to concentrate on school with so many other things to do? She just wanted to dance and have fun. She'd gotten into the habit of hitting the night clubs almost every damn night.

  Of course, she was flunking out!

  She peeked up at her parents sour expression. It was painfully obvious that they were still disappointed that her ballet career had been cut short.

  It didn't seem fair.

  She was the one who'd worked so hard for all those years. And besides, it's not like they had been expecting her to go to med school.

  No, they expected her to rub shoulders with the rich art world, get married as quickly as possible and start popping out future rich people of America.

  Janet hadn’t thought much past her next pair of tights. But she had been hoping, in a vague way, to become a physical therapist someday.

  It was the last thing anyone expected from her, but it was true.

  She'd fallen in love with the profession after the injury that forced her to hang up her toe shoes for good. Her physical therapist Becky had been amazing and so smart. It was around that point that she'd started to fill in and finally develop- after years and years of waiting- actual boobs.

  God, she loved her boobs.

  She loved the way they looked, the way they felt, and especially the way they seemed to open doors… get her out of speeding tickets… even get her free drinks.

  Lots and lots of free drinks.

  She tugged her skirt down over the tiny heart tattoo on her outer thigh. It was a good thing they hadn't seen that yet. No reason to send them into the stratosphere.

  Especially since that wasn't the last tattoo she planned on getting…

  After another twenty minutes of lecturing they finally seemed to lose steam. Janet had heard enough about responsibility and becoming a productive member of society for a lifetime.

  She wasn't sure how she was going to fit into this world just yet, but she was sure it wasn't going to be the way her parents were talking about.

  Not even close.

  Chapter Two

  Jack

  Jack stood watching while Donnie kept everyone in stitches. Donnie was practically sitting on the bar while he told the guys a hilarious story about Dev and Kaylie. He grunted at the punch line, as amused as everyone else.

  Jack never spoke and Donnie loved to gab. The SOS’s third in command could charm a snake out of it’s skin. Jack didn’t mind though, he actually liked listening to Donnie talk.

  It was a good thing too.

  Donnie’s story escalated, painting a picture of Devlin as a marked man, doomed for a lifetime of serving his tiny, young old lady.

  Making fun of the club President's sudden and utter devotion to a mere slip of a girl was everyone's favorite pastime. The Spawn's all adored Kaylie too so it was never mean spirited. But it was funny, even to Jack.

  Especially to Jack. He didn’t believe in love, but Devlin might change his mind. The formerly gruff Club President.

  It was just too funny to see Devlin mooning over a woman when he'd had the chance to bed nearly every woman in two counties. You would think that would jade a man, make him bored or cynical.

  Jack knew better though. As his second in command he knew that Dev had been needing something more than that.

  He had for a long time.

  After Dev lost his family, the club was all he had. Dev’s dad was the former Club President so he wasn’t hazed or ever a probationary member. But he was young, alone and just getting his legs on the road.

  At 28, Jack was a couple of years older and had taken him under his wing. He'd never told the boy what to do, but he'd shown him by example.

  The kid had good instincts from the start. He was strong and smart and fearless, sure. But it was his backbone and sense of fair play that Jack had known would make him into an incre
dible leader one day.

  And he'd been right.

  Donnie was mimicking Kaylie accepting a larger than life bouquet of pink roses, pretending to struggle under the weight as he simpered in a high pitched voice. A voice which sounded nothing like Kaylie to Jack. He rolled his eyes.

  "And then she squeals 'Oh Dev! For me?'"

  Everyone laughed except Jack. He'd been there. Donnie had it wrong.

  The bouquet had been at least twice that size.

  "Speak of the Devil!"

  Devlin eyed them warily as he came into the bar. He took the ribbing the way it was intended, with a wink and a smile. He was smitten though.

  If Kaylie wasn’t such a good person, Jack might have been worried about him.

  Dev was wearing a clean and pressed shirt. That meant only one thing. Kaylie was coming to the clubhouse tonight. That meant everyone had better be on their best behavior, or else.

  Jack would make sure of it.

  Jack sipped his ginger ale and scoped the bar out for trouble makers. There were always short fuses around to defuse in the SOS bar room. It was only an urgent matter when Dev's old lady was in the clubhouse though. Usually the Spawn let their guys work things out the old fashioned way.

  But not when Kaylie was there. Dev was really strict about what was said and done around her. Some saw it as a sign of weakness, but not Jack.

  He knew Dev was a lucky son of a bitch to have found somebody who deserved that level of care and protection. Someone who loved him back. If anything, Jack was jealous. Not that he'd ever expected or even wished for anything like that for himself.

  He had been born without love, raised without it, and he expected to die without it too.

  Dogs like him didn't deserve love.

  He did deserve dignity and brotherhood from the other Spawns. But only through the dint of his unwavering loyalty. Other than that, he considered himself to be worthless.