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    Bearing His Name: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #3
    Bearing His Name: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #3
    Bearing His Name: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #3
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    Bearing His Name: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #3

    By Zoey Parker

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    Bearing His Name is book 3 and the finale of the Anarchy's Horsemen MC trilogy!

    SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE'D END UP BEARING MY SEED.

    One night of fun never hurt anybody, right?
    Wrong. Dead wrong.
    Her moans lasted from dusk 'til dawn.
    But the baby I left in her belly will be around for a lot longer than that.

    She thought I'd give her a night of fun, and nothing else.
    But I had different plans in mind.
    My clubhouse is not an amusement park.
    And I'm no f**king carnie.

    So when the little princess asked for a taste, I gave her a lot more than that.
    I tied her to my bed and made her utterly mine.
    I ruined her for all other men.
    And when I was finished, I kicked her out… never to be seen again.

    Or so I thought.

    But six weeks later, she's on my doorstep again.
    Does she want another go at the bad boy biker?
    Not exactly.

    She wants to let me know:
    There's a baby in her belly.

    And it belongs to me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateFeb 11, 2019
    ISBN9781386687702
    Bearing His Name: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #3

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      Bearing His Name - Zoey Parker

      BEARING HIS NAME: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Anarchy’s Horsemen MC Book 3)

      By Zoey Parker

      SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE’D END UP BEARING MY SEED.

      One night of fun never hurt anybody, right?

      Wrong. Dead wrong.

      Her moans lasted from dusk ‘til dawn.

      But the baby I left in her belly will be around for a lot longer than that.

      She thought I’d give her a night of fun, and nothing else.

      But I had different plans in mind.

      My clubhouse is not an amusement park.

      And I’m no f**king carnie.

      So when the little princess asked for a taste, I gave her a lot more than that.

      I tied her to my bed and made her utterly mine.

      I ruined her for all other men.

      And when I was finished, I kicked her out... never to be seen again.

      Or so I thought.

      But six weeks later, she’s on my doorstep again.

      Does she want another go at the bad boy biker?

      Not exactly.

      She wants to let me know:

      There’s a baby in her belly.

      And it belongs to me.

      Chapter 1

      Asher

      Imade it out of the hospital and down the front steps. I even managed to sling one leg over my bike to straddle it, but before I could dig out my keys to start the damn thing, the cars pulled up and blocked my exit. The two cops who had been trailing me inside the hospital burst through the doors and drew their weapons, pointing them directly at me. There were two cop cars, sirens blaring, and the cops, of course.

      Well, this definitely isn’t good, I thought grimly.

      I had known this would be a possible outcome. The police had been after me, and the mayor had been the one to send them. I had hoped that maybe he hadn’t really had the time to get them into the room and catch me, but clearly, I’d been wrong.

      Frowning, I finally took a moment to think about it. How did her father even know she was there? Her father, my stepfather, I thought, weighing the guilt of sleeping with my sister against the fact that I had stronger feelings for her than I ever had for anyone else. Thankfully, I didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on it. The police surrounded me and advanced on me, ordering me to put my hands on my head and get off of the bike.

      Maybe under different circumstances, I might have tried to make a break for it. But what was the point here? There was no way I was going to elude two cop cars and two police officers without even having my own motorcycle started.

      No, I was, unfortunately, going to have to play this the legal way. Which was probably not going to go in my favor.

      They came to me, guns pointed at my chest, my hands still placed on top of my head. They yelled at me not to move, informed me that I was under arrest. One of the cops from the building cuffed me, jerking my wrists together harshly until I felt the cold metal digging into my wrists.

      He shoved at me, urging me into the back of one of the squad cars. When he closed the door after me, I knew unequivocally that I was toast. No way I was walking away from this one with a clean and clear rap sheet.

      As we drove away, I couldn’t help but wonder just how things had gone so very wrong.

      IT TOOK THEM TWO DAYS to process me, meaning I was squished in a tiny pod with far too many people as I waited to be moved to a prison outside of town. I wanted to think they wouldn’t have enough evidence to really put me away, but I knew better. They’d find it if they wanted it bad enough, and clearly, they did.

      Worse still, the more I thought about it, the more I became positive that the cops coming to find me that day in the hospital wasn’t just a coincidence. How had her father known it was her? Had it been an insurance thing? Had the hospital called him? I didn’t think so. Since she was legally an adult, they couldn’t call anyone unless her life was at serious risk or she gave them permission to do so.

      I highly doubted she encouraged them to call.

      There was the chance that someone had seen me and recognized me. Although I hadn’t watched the news, there was a chance that my picture was taking up some airtime on it. I’d been warned that the police were still looking for me, though they said mainly that it was for questioning. I had doubted then that that was all they wanted from me, especially given that they’d chased me halfway through Mount Cherry before I lost them. Now I was positive they wanted more.

      If a nurse or something saw me and recognized me, they might have called the police. But if that was the case, then why let me in to see a pregnant woman in the first place? Yes, I’d claimed and was the baby’s father, but they still could have put their foot down on it. I wasn’t related to the woman—oh, the laughability of that now—and therefore had no right to see her by claims of being a relative. Maybe Carol had insisted, but she’d been in there for a while before they finally caved and let me see her.

      It all made me think that, in the end, no one had recognized me.

      So then how did he find out? Because the only people who knew where I was headed were the Anarchy’s Horsemen from the cookout that day.

      I didn’t want to go down that road, but it was hard not to. While I was being transferred by bus to the prison—I would be arraigned back here in Mount Cherry in a month or so, they promised—it was difficult to not consider that option.

      The Anarchy’s Horsemen had known that I was evading the police. And while there were many I trusted within the motorcycle club, more than before I’d met Carol, there was no doubt that some of my men were still unhappy with how things were being run. More importantly, they were unhappy with me being in charge. The dissension in the ranks was dwindling, but I knew for a fact

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