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TAKE ME, DOM: War Reapers MC (Book 6)

By Zoey Parker

I wanted to be his tonight – his toy, his willing slave...

SHE’S LIVING PROOF that bad things happen to good people.

Wrong place, wrong time, but the universe doesn’t give a damn.

Neither does the Mafia.

They’re going to kill her, unless I do something about it.

I’ve never been one to stand by idly, so I do what I have to:

take her before my enemies get the chance to do the same.

At first, it was a matter of convenience.

But the longer she is on the back of my bike,

The greater my hunger grows.

It’s only a matter of time until it feasts.

But there are soulless bastards nipping at our heels.

They want blood – both hers and mine.

Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice: do I leave her, or keep her in my grasp?

Chapter 1


Ididn't remember anything after passing out in the back of the Saab on I-94. Later, Jewel told me that I'd regained consciousness for a few minutes once we reached the farmhouse, and that I'd even talked to her before she brought me in.

But the concussion must have banged my brain around pretty badly, because the next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor of the house's living room. I was naked from the waist up, with strips of thick cloth carefully wrapped around my bleeding arm. I groaned and Jewel hurried in from the next room, crouching down next to me.

Good, you're awake, she said. Don't try to move. I did my best to keep you from passing out, but once you did, there wasn't much I could do to wake you up again. I was keeping my fingers crossed that you'd, y'know, shake it off somehow and wake up on your own. I'm not, uh, very good at first aid...

The words were tumbling out of her mouth quickly and breathlessly, and I realized how scared she must have been. Don't worry, I croaked. You did great. Better than I would've, probably.

We need to see how bad the concussion is, she said. How many fingers am I holding up? She held up three.

Jesus, Jewel, I'm just a biker, I moaned. You really think I can count that high?

She rolled her eyes and sighed, lowering her hand. At least the smartass portion of your brain seems undamaged.

My head felt weirdly cold, and there was a steady drip trickling down the back of my neck. I reached up but Jewel took my hands in hers and lowered them. I didn't resist.

Leave it, she said gently. I've been soaking strips of cloth in cold water from the pump outside and wrapping your head with them. I think I read somewhere that that's good for a head injury, to keep the swelling down and let things heal. I cleaned and wrapped the hole in your arm, too. It looks like the bullet went straight through, which is, um, probably good, even though the hole it made on the way out looks pretty scary.

I looked down at the arm. She'd done a very good job with the bandage—tight enough to keep the wound covered, but not so tight that it'd cut off circulation. I was impressed.

Where'd you get the cloth for the bandages? I asked.

I had to rip up your sweatshirt, Jewel answered.

Aw, man! I said, forcing my lips into a smile. And that was my favorite outfit, too. What a bummer.

I hoped the joke would help her relax a little. Instead, she burst into tears.

Hey, what's wrong? I asked. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of the sweatshirt...

I had no idea what I was doing! Jewel sniffled. I just...I killed him, I pointed the gun at him and I...

You didn't have a choice, I said, trying to sound reassuring. He was gonna kill both of us. You did what you had to do. That's nothing to feel bad about.

Of course there's something to feel bad about! I took a life! I killed someone and there's nothing I can ever do to take that back. And then I had to search his body and I didn't even know what I was looking for so I probably took the wrong thing and it's all been for nothing. And then the cops came and I had to drive the Saab the whole way here without being seen, and I was so scared that it would fall apart before it got us here or the cops would pull us over and arrest me for murder. And then I had to keep you awake so the concussion wouldn't get worse and I couldn't even do that because I can't do any of this! It's all too much, and I just can't! Jewel collapsed into loud, heaving sobs.

When Jewel had freaked out in the motel room the first night, I'd been too busy trying to stay ahead of Jester to do anything but try to get her to shut up fast and answer my questions. But now that we'd been through so much, I genuinely felt bad for her and found myself wanting to comfort her.

None of this had been her fault. She'd shown a lot of trust in me so far. She’d done so much for me when she could have just run away and left me bleeding on the road to be picked up by the cops, and I felt like I owed her in return.

But comforting crying women wasn't exactly high on my list of skills. I had no idea what I was supposed to say or do to get her to calm down, and I couldn't bear to watch her hurting so much.

I sat up slowly, feeling the ache in my head and arm. I carefully scooted myself over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

You can, I assured her. You know how I know? 'Cause you did. Most people in your position would have given up and gone over the edge two days ago, but not you. You're smart, you're brave, and when the shit goes bad and the fucking bullets start flying, you're one of the quickest, most resourceful people I've ever known. And I hang with bikers, okay? So I know what I'm talking about, here.

Jewel wiped her tears away, looking at me with wet eyes. You really mean that?

Of course I do, I said, rubbing her neck and shoulder one-handed. It made the arm throb, but I needed my good arm to keep me propped up, especially since my vision still felt a bit dizzy around the edges.

I don't feel brave at all, Jewel sniffed. I almost peed myself when those men were shooting at us.

Everyone gets shaken up in a firefight, I said. It's what's supposed to happen when your life's in danger. I've known hardened dudes who've filled their pants with shit in those kinds of scrapes. You'd have to be some kind of psycho or mannequin to stay totally calm in situations like that. But the difference is, most people would freeze up, or lose control and do something stupid. Not only did you do what you had to do to save yourself, you saved me, too. If you could do that, I know you can handle anything else that comes our way.

Tears were still running down Jewel's cheeks, but her breathing was starting to return to normal. You've saved me a lot more than I've saved you over the past few days.

Well, it's not a contest, I chuckled.

And I'm still counting on you to get us out of this, she added.

I asked about what she'd found on Black's corpse, and she told me about the memory stick again. I nodded. I couldn't guarantee that it was what we were looking for, but it sounded promising.

Can you bring me my phone? I asked. "If we're gonna figure out what's on the stick and