ESCORT: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Zoey Parker

  This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

  ESCORT copyright 2016 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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  Table of Contents

  From the Author

  Escort

  Chapter 1: Welcome to the Clubhouse

  Chapter 2: Chained

  Chapter 3: Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

  Chapter 4: Into the Woods

  Chapter 5: Armageddon

  Chapter 6: One-Way Ticket

  An Inside Look at TAKE ME, OUTLAW: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Books by Zoey Parker

  A Price to Pay

  Take Me, Outlaw

  Break Me, Outlaw

  Spike

  Stolen

  Overdosed

  Ravage

  Bounty

  Trouble

  Monster

  INKED ANGELS: A Bad Boy Romance Box Set

  Zoey Parker Mailing List

  From the Author

  Thanks so much for picking up this novella! I had a fabulous time writing ESCORT. To this day, Ember is one of my favorite bad boys. He’s grizzly and sweet in a way that really tugs your heart out of your chest, and Selena is one of those rare heroines who, despite all the horrible circumstances she’s found herself in, manages to prove that she’s not just some wimpy pushover.

  If you like Escort, you might enjoy some of my other books, as well! For the diehard MC fans, check out the Inked Angels Box Set. It contains three novels set in the Inked Angels world, along with an exclusive short story about a fan favorite side character. For those of you who like a little more darkness, try TAKE ME, OUTLAW, available now on Amazon. You’ll get a little taste of Take Me at the end of Escort.

  Just like all of my books, Escort features adult characters who speak their mind, have sex, and fall in love, often while getting into some very graphic situations along the way. The book features foul language and vivid depictions of sex and violence, so be sure all children have been safely stowed away before you start to read! Of course, there is no cheating, and everything ends with a happily ever after.

  Enough from me! Get to reading. I hope you love the book. If you want to send me a note, I can always be reached at zoeyparker@badboyromancegroup.com.

  Happy Reading!

  Xo,

  Zoey

  Escort

  By Zoey Parker

  From now on, you’re not going anywhere without me. Understand?

  Ember

  I joined this club for three things:

  Bikes, broads, and booze.

  Babysitting was never part of the job description.

  Escorting some rich guy’s brat across the border?

  No thanks.

  But I’m the only guy for the job.

  I figured I’d get an easy lay out of it.

  I never expected to be ducking bullets to save the girl.

  But life can be funny,

  And when she’s snatched away from me, there’s only one thing to do:

  Get her back…

  …and make her MINE.

  Selena

  Kidnapped from home and dragged a thousand miles away?

  It’s been a bad week to say the least.

  Things only get worse when I’m handed over yet again…

  …to the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.

  He’s tall, rugged, and utterly infuriating.

  At first, all I wanted was a taste of freedom.

  But now, the only thing I crave is another taste of him.

  Chapter 1: Welcome to the Clubhouse

  Ember

  “Aw, shut your mouth and give me another shot of whiskey,” I growled at Blade behind the bar. He scowled at me, but reached down to grab the bottle from under the counter top and slide it down to where I was sitting. I caught it in one tattooed hand, ripped the top off, and threw a monstrous gulp right down my throat. Who had time to pour this shit in the glass, anyways? When I decided to get drunk, I wanted to do it fast, and that meant no fuckin' around.

  Straight down the hatch she went. I let out a fiery burp and wiped off my lips with the back of my hand. The bottle had been a quarter-full when I'd picked it up, but it was bone dry now, courtesy of yours truly.

  I looked around the room. Hard rock was grinding through the speaker system and cigarette smoke hung in the air, thicker than the bitch that Mortar had sucking his dick over in one shadowy corner. The bastard lived right down the hall, less than a hundred feet away from where he was currently sitting, and yet he still hadn't even bothered to give the girl a little bit of privacy while she bobbed all over his junk.

  I laughed. Mortar was a grimy motherfucker, but goddamn, he could really crack me up sometimes.

  Besides, girls didn't flock to the Inked Angels MC clubhouse to be treated like fairy fuckin' princesses. They came here to get fucked silly, 'til they were screaming their heads off. It was that simple; these chicks knew the deal. We weren't gentlemen, we weren't nice guys, we weren't their fuckin' boyfriends. We were Inked Angels – beginning and end of story.

  I took another glance around, trying to decide which chick I wanted to fuck tonight. There was a short-haired brunette in the corner with an ass just begging to be spanked. I also saw a blonde with DD tits busting out of a top barely big enough to cover her nipples and a redhead with lips that would look even nicer with my cock squeezed between 'em. Every single one of them was giving me the “fuck me” eyes while I watched, and I hadn't even said a damn word to any of them.

  It was all par for the course. I'd never had a problem with bedding women, even before I'd joined the Angels. Guys like me – six foot three, shredded to the teeth, and packing the nine-inch dick that every woman dreamed of getting lucky enough to take for a ride – were never too worried about finding the next piece of ass. Having the skull logo of the Inked Angels inked onto my shoulder only made the whole process that much easier.

  I leaned back over the bar. “Which one you think I should take home?” I asked Blade. I jerked my head back towards the three potential lays I'd spotted already. Blade surveyed the room, licking his lips appreciatively.

  “That redhead is dying for someone to bend her over, if you ask me,” he said. “But then again, the tits on that blonde, damn.” Blade whistled, raised his shoulders, and said, “Fuck it, who cares? Take 'em all, Ember. Welcome to the Angels life.” He clapped me on the shoulder before returning to tending bar.

  Blade was right. The Angels insignia was a free pass for pussy, and a whole lot of other shit, too. I was only six months in, but it still made me chuckle whenever I walked into the strip club or the bar and saw how everyone jumped to get me whatever I wanted right away. This was a lifestyle I was getting comfortable with, real quickly.

  I knocked back another drink and decided that I wanted the redhead. Time to go let her know how her night was gonna end.

  Kicking back from the bar, I spun around and faced her. I zeroed in and strode over, chest out, cocky as fuck, and ready to let the whole goddamn world know that Ember was about to get laid.

  I didn't say a wo
rd as I walked up and planted myself in front of her. Instead, I let my body do the talking. That usually did the job on its own. I watched her as she traced her gaze over my biceps, rippling with muscle and swirling ink, up to the sharp cut of my jaw, grazed with dark stubble. My emerald green eyes were laser focused on hers.

  It was too easy. I hadn't said a thing and she was already putty in my hands. It was obvious – the way she relaxed her shoulders back and pushed her tits forward, the way she tugged down her shirt to reveal the edge of a lacy black bra, the tongue that she ran over her slightly parted lips. Getting pussy was as effortless as breathing.

  Now for the fun part. “Do you like getting fucked?” I asked her, I settled back to let my words sink in.

  The redhead's eyes grew large as hubcaps. She didn't have any idea what she was in for. “Uh – uh... I'm sorry, what?” she sputtered, not sure whether to laugh or not. I didn’t give her any cues to judge if I was joking around. Stone cold face. Let her squirm a bit.

  “I asked if you like getting fucked,” I repeated, narrowing my eyes.

  The girl looked lost. It was clearly her first time here, and she had come in to Angels territory without the slightest bit of preparation. I wasn't anything like what she was used to. We weren’t like the rest of the loser schmucks she encountered in her life. No one here was gonna bring her flowers, or wait on her hand and foot, or ask her about her fuckin' feelings. No, none of that happened inside these walls. In here, tattooed motherfuckers like me strode up to girls, full of swagger and whiskey, and asked if they like getting fucked.

  “I'm not sure,” she said, still flustered.

  I laughed. “You're not sure? You've clearly never been fucked properly, then.”

  “I guess not.” She winked and brushed hair back from her forehead.

  I sighed inwardly. It really was like shooting fish in a barrel. You'd have to be a goddamned idiot not to get laid in this club. But where was the fun, where was the chase? Sometimes, it was almost too easy. Every now and then I found myself wanting a girl who pretended for at least a second like I wasn't gonna fuck her brains out at the end of the night. Judging by how Red over here kept pursing her lips and inching her miniskirt up higher on her thighs, she wasn't a “play hard to get” kind of girl. Well, fuck it. When life gives you lemons, you fuck the shit out of them. Or something like that.

  I felt a hand smack me on the back and turned around to see Brawn, drunk off his ass and laughing like a goddamn hyena. “Come have a drink with me, motherfucker,” he drawled, dragging me with him to the corner booth. I looked back at the redhead as Brawn towed me off. She was pouting, upset that I'd left her. I wasn't worried. She wasn't going anywhere else except my bed tonight.

  Brawn collapsed onto the seat and smacked the booth next to him, gesturing for me to sit. I fell in next to him and looked around to see who else was at the table. I saw Finn, Steezy, Lizard, and Grunge, along with a handful of assorted girls eager to go home with one or any of us. It was a motley crew if ever there was one, with more tattoos and scars between us than anyone could count, and enough fights under our collective belt that there wasn’t a group of guys in the world who’d be dumb enough to match up with us one-on-one. Not that there weren’t idiots out there willing to try. Nightly dust-ups at the town bar proved that the world was chock full of dumbasses eager to get their faces smashed in. Oh, well. In that sense, we provided a service to humanity: putting those fools in their place.

  “What’s happenin’, motherfuckers?” I said coolly, pulling a cigarette from my chest pocket and sparking it. I let the smoke invade my mouth before exhaling a jet of it towards Lizard.

  “Put that shit out, asshole,” he coughed. He waved a hand in front of his face to dispel the smoke. “Shit’s gonna kill you, you know,” he warned me.

  I chuckled. “They’re gonna have to get in line,” I shot back. “Plenty of other things are waiting their turn to kill me, long before the cigs are gonna have a crack at it. Darlene, for instance.” I jerked my chin at a girl sitting at a table in the opposite corner.

  Lizard turned and craned his neck to see who I was pointing at. As soon as he set eyes on her, he started cracking up. “That’s why you don’t stick your dick in crazy, Ember,” he guffawed. “She’s liable to stab you in your sleep.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “What do I care? So she’s crazy. I only fucked her that one time. She shoulda known better than to expect seconds.”

  “You just shouldn’t have poked that particular bee hive,” he reminded me.

  “Fuck it, that bee hive had an ass that needed to be poked,” I said. “And she knew the deal. I don’t do repeats; I don’t get attached.”

  “Well, now she’s gonna shank you when you’re not looking. Hope it was worth it.”

  I looked over at her. She definitely had some psycho eyes. She was currently deploying them to stare me down like a glare alone could kill me where I sat. I turned back to Lizard.

  “You’re right,” I admitted. “Maybe I should lay low for a little bit. Let the crazy storm swirl on by.” I spied Red, sulking in a corner and casting longing looks over at me whenever she thought I couldn’t see. Too easy. She was mine.

  “Fuck that!” Lizard said. “No such thing as laying low from Hurricane Darlene. You need to get the hell out of town. Otherwise, you’re gonna wake up with a knife in your ribs.”

  “You’re probably right. Could be a good time to take a little trip. But as for tonight…” I looked back at Red. No way was I taking off tonight. A body like that deserved to be treated appropriately.

  Lizard followed my gaze, saw who I was looking at, and sighed. I was impossible to deal with, as he reminded me all the time. No one controlled me. I lived on my own terms, for better or worse.

  “Anyways,” he said, turning to Finn, “you told Prez you weren’t gonna take the job?”

  “Naw, fuck that. It sounds like a shitty gig,” Finn replied.

  “Can’t be too bad,” said Lizard.

  “You kidding me? First, I’d have to drag my ass down to the middle of fuckin’ nowhere in Mexico and meet up with those shithead cartel reps. Then I’d have to throw that unruly bitch on the back of my hog, turn around and haul all the way back up to New Orleans, just so I can return her to her dear old Daddy. No thanks. Let some other bastard take that one on.”

  “Fair enough,” Lizard said as he took a slug of his beer and shrugged. “Plus, that would mean driving through Lost Souls territory outside of N’awlins. I hate those fuckers.”

  Finn shuddered. “I hate those Lost Soul assholes even more than I hate the cartel bums. Buncha inbreds if you ask me. No way am I risking a tangle with those hillbillies just to bring some chick home safe. Ain’t worth it.”

  “Amen, brother.” Lizard clinked his glass against Finn’s and knocked the remainder of his beer back. “Be right back. Gotta hit the head.” He stood up and stumbled towards the bathroom.

  I waited until Lizard was gone before I leaned forward to ask Finn, “What’s this job?” He looked up at me blearily. The girl next to him was stroking his chest and tugging on his shirt, whispering that they should leave.

  “Aw, I’ll tell you ‘bout it later,” he mumbled. “Got some business to take care of right now.” He gave me a conspiratorial wink, but I clapped a hand on his shoulder as he started to stand.

  “Hold on just one sec, brother,” I told him. “Just gimme the details.”

  “I don’t know, man. Some psycho chick got nabbed by the cartel ‘cause her daddy wouldn’t play ball on a new deal to move some shit – weapons, drugs, I dunno what – through his business down at the port of New Orleans. The Mexicans put the fear of God into him, and now that he’s all willing to listen, they need an American to take her back over the border and drop her ass off on the doorstep. That’s what I know.” He eyed me. “You bored enough to take on a babysitting gig like that?”

  “I’m thinkin’ it might be a good idea to bounce out of town for a split second.�
�� One head nod in the direction of Darlene and Finn broke into a broad grin. He knew the deal. “Besides, maybe I’ll take a long weekend in New Orleans. See what kind of new pussy I can get myself into out that way.”

  “Not a bad idea, brother.” He raised a glass to toast me. “And hell, what if the chick you’re pickin’ up is hot? You can always give that a ride or two on the way home. Return her to her pops all nice and roasted.”

  We both grinned. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”

  “You might even fall in love,” he joked. “Ember – a one-woman man.”

  I laughed. “That’ll be the fucking day,” I said. “To free pussy and open road.”

  Our mugs clanked together and we drank.

  A pair of soft hands crept down my chest. I felt hot lips press against my ear and ask, “You gonna make me wait all night to find out what it’s like to be fucked proper?”

  Lemons, fish in a barrel – it was all the same shit. We just showed ‘em the skull, flashed ‘em the grin, and they came at us in droves. I’d need a bat to beat away all the pussy that swarmed around me sometimes.