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    The Outlaw Stakes His Claim
    The Outlaw Stakes His Claim
    The Outlaw Stakes His Claim
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    The Outlaw Stakes His Claim

    By Jenika Snow

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    Hope Richards has always kept to herself, and as a teenager suffered from an eating disorder. She no longer starves herself, but she still struggles with self-image issues. Now in her twenties, she's ready to start her life. But during her first night in Steel Corner, violence erupts all around her, and one very intense bear shifting MC member protects her.

    Dallas lost his son and ex-wife in a car accident months ago. He allows his anger to build inside of him until it consumes every inch of his soul. But then Hope comes into his life and she is the first real thing he has wanted in a long time. She eases him and his bear, but they can’t move forward until their pasts are put behind them, and sometimes that is easier said than done.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateMay 27, 2014
    ISBN9781771308489
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      The Outlaw Stakes His Claim - Jenika Snow

      Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2014 Jenika Snow

      ISBN: 978-1-77130-848-9

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      Don't lose hope even when you feel it slipping through your fingers.

      THE OUTLAW STAKES HIS CLAIM

      The Grizzly MC, 5

      Jenika Snow

      Copyright © 2014

      Chapter One

      Dallas brought the bottle of Jack to his lips and took another long drink from the now half-empty bottle. He was on one of the leather couches watching as Stinger got a lap dance from one of the club whores. He was already drunker than fuck, feeling shittier than usual since he had gone to Maddix’s grave today to pay his respects, and just wanted to find oblivion. He held up the bottle of whiskey and looked at it. He was half-way there already, but he wanted to be so fucked up he didn’t know what was up and what was down. He took another long pull from the bottle and leaned back even further in the couch. Stinger had a joint between his lips and his hands on the club pussy’s ass as she shook that shit like it was going out of style. He had seen Meghan’s grave, too, and although they hadn’t really spoken civilly since the divorce, she still had been the mother of his son, and he had loved her at one time in his life.

      Hey, baby.

      Dallas turned and looked at Cotton, one of the newer club whores. She was wearing one of those dresses short enough that if a breeze moved past her he had no doubts her cunt would flash the world.

      You look sad, baby. She placed her hand on his thigh.

      Dallas couldn’t help the low growl that left him. But she was smart enough that she removed her hand and took a step back.

      You not in the mood, Dallas? She pouted, obviously thinking that she could seduce him with those glossy lips that had been dubbed by the MC as DSLs: dick suckin’ lips.

      I’m not in the mood for you. He really wasn’t a bastard, well, he hadn’t been until the accident that had taken Maddix and Meghan. You’d be smart to walk away, Cotton. I’m in a foul mood, and the alcohol isn’t helping any. He didn’t look at her, but he saw her take another step back out of the corner of his eye, and heard her swallow. These females might be here willingly, and give up their pussy like it was a buffet and they were the spread, but they knew what The Grizzly MC was, and that was cold–blooded, killing animals.

      He finished off the rest of the bottle and set the now empty Jack on the table beside him Yeah, he was a messed up bastard, one who was bringing a lot of people down with him. Maybe this was his punishment for all the messed up things he had done in his life? It would be fitting to take lives from him like he had done to so many others—even if the ones he had killed had been bad men that had done a lot of harm in this world. He needed more liquor, a fucking lot more alcohol to make this life bearable.

      ****

      One week later

      Hope took the winding mountain road and leaned forward so she could try to see out of her windshield. Rain pelted the glass, and her windshield wipers were doing a shit job of making the road in front of her visible. She had been running her whole life. It was not because she had a broken, ruined life, but because she was missing something. She just didn’t know what it was. Hope had been working her ass off since the age of fifteen. Living in a small town like Silver Springs, Colorado had been nice and homey, but of course it had its own set of problems. Secrets had been aplenty, and condemnation ran rampant. If someone didn’t fit into the mold that the residents of Silver Springs wanted, then they were seen as an outcast. She had experienced some of that, but had put that behind her, and was now starting her life over.

      Her family was loving, and although she hadn’t been the social type in school and didn’t have any friends she considered close, she had gotten through it—even if those four years before she graduated high school were hell in many ways. Life after high school had been slightly better. She attended the community college in Riverton, gotten her degree, and then it took her a year before she got offered a position for her specific area of study.

      At twenty-three she had seen herself in a big city, with tall buildings and people surrounding her. Hope wanted to be invisible, and a larger city could provide that for her. But where she was headed wasn’t big by any means. Steel Corner was certainly larger than Silver Springs, but after a year of sending out resumes she had finally gotten a formal invitation to work at a small printing press for the Steel Corner Gazette, and she had jumped at the opportunity. It certainly wasn’t the bustle of Denver, the artistic atmosphere of Boulder, and was just a small newspaper press, but it was a start.

      She took a slight left, and her Jeep hydroplaned for a second. She was able to get control of the car, but her heart was already slamming hard behind her ribs. Maybe if she was a superstitious person she might have thought this was a bad omen on her move. Her GPS chimed out in the female voice with a slight English accent that she was ten minutes from Steel Corner.

      The trees thinned out right before the very beautiful, but frightening view of Steel Corner Lake came into view on her left hand side. It wasn’t the largest lake she had ever seen, but it certainly was the most frightening, especially right now. Her Jeep hydroplaned once more, and she swerved to the right. Hope tightened her hands on the steering wheel and pulled off to the side of the road. She hated driving in this kind of weather, but it seemed the higher she climbed the mountainside the worse the rain came down. Waiting until it cleared up a bit sounded like the smart and sane thing to do. Hope hadn’t seen a car on the road in at least half an hour, but no one in their right mind would be trying to navigate these winding mountain roads in this weather. Well, no one but her.

      She looked out the driver’s side window and stared at the lake. It was huge but with the rain coming down, from the distance, it looked ominous and dark, hence why she thought it was one of the most frightening things she had seen. She was so focused on lake in front of her that she hadn’t spotted the person parked off the side of the road across from her. He was a little ways from where she was parked, but what was clear was that he was standing beside a motorcycle. Clearly he had pulled off until the storm ended. She squinted and ran her hand over her window, cleaning off some of the fog that started to coat the glass. It was hard to really make him out, but he had something written on the back of the leather vest he wore. He stood a few feet from his bike, his arms hanging by his side.

      For a minute or two all she did was stare at him. Should she see if he was okay? He didn’t seem hurt, and just stood there staring at the lake. And Hope certainly shouldn’t have even been thinking about talking to a man on the side of the road, but she couldn’t push away the nagging voice that there might be something wrong. She rolled down the window halfway, and wind and rain instantly came through and slammed into her face.

      Hey? She had to yell over the howl of wind.

      He didn’t turn around.

      Hey. Are you okay? She yelled even louder, and wiped her face with her hand when a huge gust of wind had the rain slapping against her skin like an open palm.

      He slowly turned and looked at her over his shoulder. Even through the distance and the horrid weather, she could see the big droplets flatten his blond hair to his head, and slide down his big, muscular body. His clothes were soaked, and she realized that the vest he wore wasn’t just an article of clothing, but a declaration of the MC he was in. She may be from an even smaller town than Steel Corner and may not have been able to fully see it before because of the weather, but she knew enough about motorcycle clubs to see a cut when it was a few feet from her. It felt like they stared at each other for long minutes.

      Are you okay?

      Again, he didn’t answer her, and instead turned back around and shoved his hands in his jeans.

      Okay.

      She rolled up her window, locked the doors, and reached in her backseat for a rag. Once she had most of the water cleaned off her face, she glanced at him once more. He was in the same position, but the awkward encounter—or lack thereof—had her rather braving the roads and weather than idle so close to him. He clearly didn’t want help, and so she’d be on her way. Hope started her Jeep and pulled back onto the road. She hoped the weather and the strange interaction with the biker weren’t some big red sign that fate was shoving in her face that she needed to turn around.

      ****

      Dallas didn’t care that it was cold as fuck, that he was soaked to the bone, or that he probably looked like some kind of dumb asshole for standing out in the rain on the side of the road. None of that mattered, and he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of him.

      It had been months since he lost Maddix and Meghan in that car accident, and although he had been estranged for the most part from his ex-wife and son, it still hurt like hell. He was a bastard for not taking more of an active role in Maddix’s life, and a shit father on top of that. Dallas stared out at the lake and watched at the murky, grey overcast skin rained down. It looked like a veil from this distance, like this dirty, cold, and heartless veil trying to cover up the beauty. That was how Dallas felt inside, how he had felt inside for a long time. Even before their deaths he had always felt this inky darkness deep in the pits of his body. To say he tried to fuck it out of himself, to use alcohol and drugs to release it, would have been an understatement because he had tried that tenfold and it never helped.

      He wanted a joint, wanted the sweet burn of marijuana filling his lungs and numbing his body. But it was a shit time to try to smoke one. Water covered him until his bones felt like ice, ready to snap in half without any kind of provocation. Since hearing about what happened to Meghan and Maddix he had tried to act normal in front of the other MC members. Hiding behind the farce that everything was fine seemed like a far better plan than trying to talk that shit

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