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  TAKING HIS SEED: The Jagged Rebels MC copyright 2017 by Zoey Parker. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.

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  Contents

  TAKING HIS SEED: The Jagged Rebels MC

  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  CONVICT’S BABY: Black Dogs MC

  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  WED TO THE BIKER: Skeleton Kings MC

  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 Fourty-One

  Chapter Fourty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  Chapter Sixty-Four

  Chapter Sixty-Five

  Chapter Sixty-Six

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  Chapter Seventy

  Chapter Seventy-One

  Chapter Seventy-Two

  Chapter Seventy-Three

  Chapter Seventy-Four

  Chapter Seventy-Five

  Chapter Seventy-Six

  Chapter Seventy-Seven

  Chapter Seventy-Eight

  Chapter Seventy-Nine

  Chapter Eighty

  Chapter Eighty-One

  Chapter Eighty-Two

  Chapter Eighty-Three

  Chapter Eighty-Four

  Chapter Eighty-Five

  Chapter Eighty-Six

  Chapter Eighty-Seven

  Chapter Eighty-Eight

  Chapter Eighty-Nine

  Chapter Ninety

  Chapter Ninety-One

  Chapter Ninety-Two

  Chapter Ninety-Three

  Chapter Ninety-Four

  Chapter Ninety-Five

  Chapter Ninety-Six

  Chapter Ninety-Seven

  Chapter Ninety-Eight

  Chapter Ninety-Nine

  Chapter One Hundred

  Chapter One Hundred One

  Chapter One Hundred Two

  Epilogue

  Books by Zoey Parker

  CONVICT’S BABY: Black Dogs MC

  WED TO THE BIKER: Skeleton Kings MC

  WED TO THE DOM: Heaven’s Veil MC

  GIFT FROM THE BAD BOY: Dark Knights MC

  KILLIAN: The O'Donnell Mafia

  GUNNER: The Immortal Devils MC

  BOUGHT BY THE BAD BOY: A Dark Mafia Romance

  STARSTRUCK: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (The Destroyers MC)

  HIS POSSESSION: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Vicious Thrills MC)

  HIS PLAYTHING: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Voodoo Devils MC)

  HIS PROPERTY: Iron Bandits MC (A Bad Boy Baby Romance)

  UNCHAINED: Metal Monsters MC

  UNTAMED: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  UNDRESSED: Soul Catchers MC

  UNPROTECTED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Hanley Family Mafia)

  Addicted: A Secret Baby Romance (Rebel Saints MC)

  OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia)

  HARDCORE: Storm MC

  A Price to Pay

  Take Me, Outlaw

  Break Me, Outlaw

  Stolen

  Overdosed

  Ravage

  Bounty

  Trouble

  Monster

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  TAKING HIS SEED: The Jagged Rebels MC

  By Zoey Parker

  I’M GONNA HOLD HER DOWN AND KNOCK HER UP…

  AND SHE’S GONNA LOVE IT.

  She brought be back from the dead.

  I’m gonna repay her in the best way I know how.

  By filling her up with my baby.

  A thought crossed my mind when I laid there dying.

  No one will remember me.

  I’m a bad man, and when I go, my enemies will probably throw a f***ing party.

  But now that I’ve bought myself some more time,

  I’m gonna be sure to leave a legacy behind.

  I just need her help to do it.

  ‘Cause I don’t plan on building a godd*mn statue or some B.S. like that.

  My legacy is g
onna do what I did:

  Ride fast.

  Drink heavy.

  F**k or fight everything that moves.

  You see, I’m on the hunt for a woman now.

  So I can use her to bear my son.

  And who better than the angel that saved me from bleeding out?

  She’s sexy.

  Single.

  And it won’t be long until she’s moaning my name.

  Obeying my commands.

  And begging for my seed.

  Chapter 1

  Becca Mullins moved across the gift shop, picking up items that were out of place and putting them back in their proper spots. She paused to straighten a stack of birthday cards that had gone askew. The overhead lights caught the crystal beads of a display of bracelets and glittered as she approached. She moved the bracelets, spreading them out evenly along the bar they hung from.

  The clock clicked over to nine p.m. and it was officially closing time. She flipped over the sign on the door, locked it, then went behind the counter to take care of the cash register. After taking the drawer to the office, she counted and jotted numbers into the books, making sure everything came out perfectly. She took the time to sort the money just how she knew her manager, Penny, liked it, turning all the bills to face the same way, unfolding the dog-eared corners so the stacks sat as neat and flat as possible inside the safe.

  Next, Becca made a note of several items she noticed were running low and should be ordered soon. This wasn’t part of her job exactly, but she found ways whenever she could to go above and beyond, hoping to earn the position of Assistant Manager, which had been vacant for some time now. She thought Penny really liked her from the way she always took time to explain things and teach her. She always complimented Becca’s displays and often noted how good her work was.

  She locked the office door with a hopeful glow in her heart. She could really use the pay raise that came with the Assistant Manager position. It hadn’t been easy moving here. She knew no one and had her daughter to think of. Who would watch Emma while she worked all day? But Red Hills had been the picture of southern hospitality when she’d arrived, bruises still visible around her eye and on her cheek from her ex, Nick.

  It had been Penny who first helped her. Becca had rushed into the gift shop to buy an umbrella in a sudden downpour. Emma had found her way to the toys and was begging for a new doll when Penny came to ask them if they needed help. Becca knew she couldn’t afford the doll and had to take it from her four-year-old with tears in her eyes. Penny had seen this and given her the doll. They’d chatted a bit and before she knew it, Becca’s life story was poured out on this poor woman.

  Penny lived alone and insisted they stay with her until they found their own place. For three weeks, Penny and Becca got to know each other. Becca started working at the gift shop, and a neighbor watched Emma during the day. Life had finally started to come together. Now Becca and Emma had a tiny apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs, and they had worked hard to make it home.

  As she walked back through the store, Becca’s eyes fell on the display of dolls Emma had so loved, and she smiled, thinking of how Emma hadn’t let the pink-dressed, yellow-haired doll go for days. She was likely sleeping with it right now, clutched tight to her chest on Lucille’s couch, waiting for her mommy to come and take her home.

  Becca flicked out the lights and set the alarm before locking the door behind her. In her car, she blasted music and sang along, enjoying the cool evening air tossing her hair around. She turned left and onto a stretch of highway that was heavily wooded. She was on guard for animals on this street, glancing often at the sides of the roads for glowing eyes that might run in front of her.

  She glanced to the right and saw a mound on the ground. At first it looked like a dead animal. She couldn’t make out any part of it, but as she got closer and the object was washed for an instant in bright headlights, she saw a boot.

  It had happened so fast that she had already passed the spot before she realized it was a person lying there. She pulled into the gravel, stomping hard on her brakes.

  With her phone tight in her hand, she approached the person. It looked like a man from what she could see of his blond hair and jeans. But there was no movement, and she didn’t want to run up to a dead body in case it was a gruesome sight. Her stomach already felt queasy with the thought.

  “Hello?” she called out tentatively when she was about twenty feet away.

  No response. She tapped the flashlight feature on her phone and shined the light on him. It definitely was a him. Blood trickled from multiple places on his face. He’d been beaten badly. His eyes nearly swollen shut, his lip split and thick, purple splotches across his cheek bones. The sight gave her chills, thinking of how many times she’d had injuries like these after a night of Nick’s anger.

  She inched closer, trying to see if his chest was moving.

  He lay on his side, half curled into a ball. His black shirt was torn and shiny with blood. His jeans, also ripped in places, were dirty and bloody. A black leather jacket was hanging from him in shreds.

  “Can you hear me?” she asked.

  She knelt down beside him, afraid to touch him. His chest didn’t seem to be moving. With a shaking hand, she pressed her fingertips to his wrist. She found no heartbeat. But then a soft wheeze came from his mouth.

  “Oh my God, are you still alive?”

  He made a ragged coughing sound and moved his arm a few inches.

  “Just hang on, I’ll call 9-1-1.”

  He said something. She couldn’t make it out, but the sound was so insistent, that she paused.

  “What did you say?” She leaned closer to his mouth.

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t? Don’t what, call 9-1-1?”

  “Don’t call,” he wheezed.

  “But you look like you’re about to die. You need to get to a hospital.”

  He took a shuttering breath and pushed himself up with effort to a seated position. Blood gushed from his nose and he spit out more blood.

  Becca put her hand to her mouth and had to look away. She had napkins and tissues in her car and got up to dash over and bring them to him. She handed him the napkins, but they were soaked through within seconds.

  “Please,” he said, half whispering. “Get me out of here.”

  She looked back to her car, which was about thirty feet ahead. He didn’t look like he’d able to walk that distance, and she wasn’t strong enough to help him much.

  “Hang on.” She returned to her car and backed it up slowly, craning her head around to see how close she was getting to him.

  He pushed himself onto all fours, pausing to breathe through the pain. He crawled over to the back door. Becca opened it for him, pulled Emma’s car seat from its place, and dashed to the trunk to get the blanket she kept there for times when Emma got cold. She spread the blanket over the backseat and stood back awkwardly as he pulled himself up and into the car.

  “Can I help you somehow?” She wasn’t sure where he was injured and didn’t want to just grab him somewhere it might hurt.

  He didn’t answer. Shaking, he pulled himself up onto the seat and slumped over.

  She closed the door behind him and got into the driver’s seat. “You need a hospital badly.”

  He was still bleeding, pressing a dripping napkin to his nose. She handed him the rest of the napkins. The cluster of bright white turned red almost instantly when he held them to his face.

  “No.”

  He coughed, splattering blood all over her car’s seat. Becca swallowed hard and tried not to let her stomach turn over.

  “They’ll kill me,” he said.

  At first, she thought this was ridiculous. If you were hurt that badly, you needed a hospital. That simple. Whoever had done this surely wouldn’t kill him while he was there. But then she thought of the last time Nick had landed her in the hospital. Her friend had taken her to the hospital against her wishes. Nick had come int
o her room and almost suffocated her to death before a nurse happened to come in. Then Nick had quickly moved the pillow behind her head, making it look like he was the perfect husband, trying to make his clumsy wife more comfortable.

  If whoever had beaten him had left him for dead, he was right. If they knew he was alive, if they drove by and found him gone, they would check the hospitals first. It wouldn’t take much in his condition to kill him. She wouldn’t do that to him. She remembered how terrified she had been to wake up in the hospital when she thought she was safe at her friend’s house, and how the terror had multiplied when Nick entered the room, his face full of rage. She would not do that to this man.

  With a deep breath, she pulled back onto the road and drove to her apartment building.

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  Becca and Emma’s apartment was what people called “shoe-box sized.” She was grateful to have two bedrooms, but there was hardly enough space for the bed and a dresser in each. The kitchen held only a small wooden table and four chairs across from the short counter. The counter space was filled with gadgets—a two-cup coffee maker, toaster, dishrack, microwave, and a small candle. There wasn’t much counter space left for anything else. But it had a window over the sink and the fridge was a decent size. And it was included when she moved in.

  The living room was the biggest room, though it was only big enough to hold her couch, a coffee table, and the stand that held the little TV. She’d managed to shove a tall plant in the corner to give the place some life, and a few photos hung on the wall. But the one free corner was full of Emma’s toys, as was her bedroom. The bathroom had a full-size tub, luckily, with a shower head at the top, and just enough counter space for her to spread out her makeup while she got ready in the morning. Despite its size, she loved it because it was theirs and theirs alone.