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    A Broken Vow: Inked Angels MC, #7
    A Broken Vow: Inked Angels MC, #7
    A Broken Vow: Inked Angels MC, #7
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    A Broken Vow: Inked Angels MC, #7

    By Zoey Parker

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    A Broken Vow is book 7 in the Inked Angels MC series. The Prequel - Book 10 are available everywhere now!

    Prequel: Escort
    Book 1: A Sinful Vow
    Book 2: A Wicked Vow
    Book 3: A Dirty Vow
    Book 4: A Secret Vow
    Book 5: A Dark Vow
    Book 6: A Forbidden Vow
    Book 7: A Broken Vow
    Book 8: A Troubled Vow
    Book 9: A Perfect Vow
    Book 10: Cross Your Heart

    She’s a fragile little thing. I just might break her.

    I thought I’d seen the last of her.

    Rose had run from danger, right into my bed.

    It didn’t take long before she was moaning my name.

    But you can’t outrun your shadow.

    When the devils of my past catch up, they take her away from me.

    I’d hunt them down, but there’s a war going on, and my club needs me home.

    Back in Texas, I follow the thread of betrayal that threatens to shatter my world.

    I should’ve known it would lead me back to her.

    This time, though, she’s on an auction block.

    I may be the one doing the bidding, but the bastards who stole her will pay the ultimate price.

    There’s no other girl I’d fight through hell for.

    This one’s different —

    She’s carrying my baby.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateDec 18, 2017
    ISBN9781386130383
    A Broken Vow: Inked Angels MC, #7

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      A Broken Vow - Zoey Parker

      A BROKEN VOW: Inked Angels MC (Book 7)

      By Zoey Parker

      She’s a fragile little thing. I just might break her.

      I THOUGHT I’D SEEN the last of her.

      Rose had run from danger, right into my bed.

      It didn’t take long before she was moaning my name.

      But you can’t outrun your shadow.

      When the devils of my past catch up, they take her away from me.

      I’d hunt them down, but there’s a war going on, and my club needs me home.

      Back in Texas, I follow the thread of betrayal that threatens to shatter my world.

      I should’ve known it would lead me back to her.

      This time, though, she’s on an auction block.

      I may be the one doing the bidding, but the bastards who stole her will pay the ultimate price.

      There’s no other girl I’d fight through hell for.

      This one’s different —

      She’s carrying my baby.

      Chapter One

      Vince

      Ineed a cigarette .

      I push through the crowd, ducking and weaving between drunk Inked Angels with their arms in the air. The party is raucous, hitting its late night stride when the booze flows freely and all inhibitions are checked at the door.

      It’s a good enough reason to celebrate, pretty much as good as they come. Club president having another kid, that’s happy news. We need that. It’s been a dark few months otherwise.

      Mortar and Kendra look happier than pigs in shit, reclining on a low couch towards the back of the club. I see the white flash of Kendra’s smile on the far side of the room. Mortar, sitting next to his wife, has his arm wrapped around her. Son of a bitch has hardly let go of her since the day they got married.

      He’s done a damn fine job as president. We needed that, too. After all the shit that went down last year, it’s about time for someone to take the reins. He’s stepped in and done just that. Taken over. Laid down the law. Restored the order. The shit was necessary.

      I’m proud to be his right hand man, and I’m happy about the second kid, too. Their first son, Tucker, is a bright-eyed little devil with a whole lifetime of women and motorcycles ahead of him. To him, I’m Uncle Vinny. To everyone else, I’m Vince.

      Still, despite how truly happy I am, crowds have never been my thing. I’m too big for this shit. Six foot four and I feel like I’m stepping on someone every time I move. I need some fresh air. I bust through the fringe of the crowd and find a side door. When I push through, the salty Galveston breeze slaps me in the face like a dominatrix. I breathe it in, suck it down. Tastes like home.

      There’s an alcove tucked into a corner of the building off to my right. I walk over and lean my back against the wall. Cigarettes are in my right pocket. I pull them out, tap one free, and put it to my lips before lighting it. One big drag and the smoke joins the ocean air mingling in my lungs. Poison never tasted so good.

      In my head, I flash back to last week. My phone had buzzed with a text from Mortar: It’s happening. He didn’t need to say anything else. Poor bastard had been worried for weeks about Kendra. The last stages of her pregnancy had been tough on her. She was in the hospital for damn near a month, just to be on the safe side. As if Mortar needed other shit on his plate.

      The text was a blessing, though. I shot down to the hospital on my bike without stopping for red lights or stop signs. Fuck ’em; the Angels make the law around here these days, and when I needed to get somewhere, I wasn’t about to let a fucking inanimate object tell me otherwise. Busted through the doors, asked the receptionist where to go.

      Kendra Matthews, I growled. Where is she? Poor thing looked horrified. I’m a big motherfucker, and the tattoos and scars don’t exactly make me the friendliest-looking guy on the block. Sometimes I forget that I can scare normal people. It’s a shame, too—the receptionist was cute. Under other circumstances, I might’ve spent some time bent over her desk, chatting her up until she was the one getting bent over.

      Not now, though. My prez was having a baby. No time to stop and fuck.

      D-down the hall, the nurse stammered, pointing a shaking finger to a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. Off I went. Funny how people jump out of a man’s way when he looks like me.

      A few lefts, a few rights, a few scared nurses later, and there I was, knocking at the door of Kendra’s room and stepping through to see her. She looked like she’d been through hell and back. Sweaty hair was plastered to her forehead and big red splotches stood out on her tired cheeks. But there was no denying how happy those eyes were. Mortar, sitting by her side, had the same manic glint in his gaze. They were off in la-la land, pleased as punch. I couldn’t help but grin.

      At first glance, I thought the baby in Kendra’s arms was an ugly little thing. Then again, I’ve never been one for babies. At least not until that moment. It had a bald, lumpy head and chubby sausage fingers, but the second it turned to look at me, I froze in place. I had to will my feet to unstick from the floor and walk over to Mortar. He was too lost in his own parental high to notice my reaction.

      Congratulations, prez, I said gruffly as I shook his hand, not quite ready to meet his eyes.

      Thanks, he said in a daze.

      Kendra turned her eyes towards me. Thank you, Vince, she said dreamily. She turned back to the babe in her arms, cooing at it and pressing gentle lips to its forehead.

      What’s his name? I asked.

      Devin, they replied at the same time. It was bizarre seeing Mortar this disarmed. He was a man who’d been around the block, been kicked down a few times. He was a tough motherfucker. Hardly ever smiled when he wasn’t with his family. But the second Kendra or his children entered a room, he turned soft as cotton.

      The baby hadn’t looked away from me since the moment I walked in. Giant, glacier blue eyes, almost translucent. They weren’t like any eyes I’d ever seen before. Felt like the kid was staring straight through me.

      Anyways, I said uncomfortably, shifting my weight from foot to foot. Every way I stood felt more wrong than the last. What the hell was going on with me? I’ll leave y’all alone. Just wanted to come pay my respects.

      Neither one of them said anything as I left the room. I shook my head and gnawed at my lip until I noticed the tang of blood. That baby was having an unsettling effect on me.

      I snap back to the present. The door I’d exited through swings open again, and Steezy saunters out. He’s a tall, thin son of a bitch. The thousand-watt smiled smeared across his face all the time makes him look like the goofiest bastard in the world. Sometimes even I forget that Steezy’s as tough as they come. It takes a special kind of man to carry spring-loaded steel blades on his wrists like he does.

      Did you forget your dancing shoes? Steezy jokes as he walks over to me. He collapses on a bench, spreads his arms out along the back, and lets loose a big, contented sigh.

      Naw. I was just dancing with your bitch for so long, I needed a break, I fire back. We both laugh, but when we fall silent, the night presses in around us on all sides, almost making me forget what my voice sounds like out loud. It is one of those nights that swallows all sound and leaves no trace.

      I can’t get those eyes out of my head. Devin’s eyes, those huge blue suckers. Every time I blink, I see them again. I shudder.

      Lemme get a cigarette, Steezy says. I hand him one from the pack and he settles back with it dangling between his lips.

      You been to see Devin yet? I ask Steezy. He’s looking out over the water and blowing smoke rings into the warm night air.

      He nods. Cute kid.

      Can’t believe Mortar has two already.

      Motherfucker’s breeding like a rabbit.

      I chuckle again before drawing another long toke. The smoke is calming the jittery tingle in my veins, but those damn eyes refuse to go away. It’s like they’re seared on the backs of my eyelids. I wonder what it feels like, to have sons, a wife, a family. Shit, I wouldn’t know the first thing about family. With a disappearing act for a father and a fucking lunatic of an alcoholic for a mother, the whole concept is a little bit unfamiliar to me, no pun intended. The state of Texas saw me as a piece of cargo to get shipped around from foster home to foster home in whatever way best suited them. Those places ain’t exactly models of stability, neither.

      A shrink would probably have some real choice words to say about the way I’ve lived my life since I got

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