Walker's Claim

T.L. Stock

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JAZZ He shot Jade to protect the club. I should blame him but I don't. It's been ten years now and my world is about to come to a grinding halt, all because of the man he shot. There was a deal made that I didn't know about until now and I refuse to let it happen; the boys are just going to have to deal with it because I'm not sitting this one out. I protect what's mine, the same as the Devil's Angels, but he's back now too and I'm not sure if my heart needs protecting too. WALKER I left after taking care of Jade for what he did to the club. Pops needed me back and it was time I finally came home. After how long I've been gone, I never expected to find her here, deeper within my club. She's a hellraiser and she is not backing down this time. I can't help but to take her and make her mine, if it's even possible after what I did. Does she even know? The threat is real, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, whatever it takes to make her mine.

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 29 janvier 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645368687
• Langue: English

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W alker’s C laim
A D evil’s A ngels MC S eries N ovel
T.L. Stock
Austin Macauley Publishers
2021-01-29
Walker’s Claim About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © About Book Prologue Chapter 1: Ten Years Later 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 Epilogue: Six Months Later
About the Author
T.L. Stock is from a small town in Oregon. She is a wife and hairstylist turned stay-at-home mother of two who loves to read and has a newly developed love to write. When she is not spending time with her family you will find her doing one of those two things. She welcomes you into her world of imagination, suspense, and romance hoping you enjoy it as much as she does.
Dedication
To my husband, thank you for believing in me and handing me the courage to put my pen to paper for the first time.
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T.L. Stock (2021)
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Stock, T.L.
Walker’s Claim
ISBN 9781645362685 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645362692 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645368687 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020925220
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About Book

Jazz
He shot Jade to protect the club.
I should blame him but I don’t.
It’s been ten years now and my world is about to come to a grinding halt, all because of the man he shot. There was a deal made that I didn’t know about until now and I refuse to let it happen; the boys are just going to have to deal with it because I’m not sitting this one out. I protect what’s mine, the same as the Devil’s Angels, but he’s back now too and I’m not sure if my heart needs protecting too.

Walker
I left after taking care of Jade for what he did to the club.
Pops needed me back and it was time I finally came home.
After how long I’ve been gone, I never expected to find her here, deeper within my club. She’s a hell raiser and she is not backing down this time. I can’t help but want to take her and make her mine; if it’s even possible after what I did. Does she even know? The threat is real, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe; whatever it takes to make her mine.
Prologue
It’s been three days since I last heard from Jade. I knew the minute he walked out the door, he didn’t care whether or not Timbre and Olly had a dad they could count on. Hell, I knew that the day I found out I was pregnant.
I told Jax that my schedule was wide open for the day so Pops was welcome to come in. He was due for it; that was for damn sure. I had been waiting for about an hour when I heard that tell-tale rumble and a smile spread across my face. That was until I saw the look on Jax’s face. From that one look alone, I knew Jade had gone through with whatever dumbass plan he thought would fix everything, and it did not end well for him.
Pops was the first one off his bike and through my door. “Hey, baby doll! You ready for me?” He winks at me as he walks in with his typical swagger.
“You know it, Pops. Take a seat. You want your beer today or you good?”
“Nah, I’m good.” He lifts his chin towards the door to let me know Jax was there and had something he needed to say.
I continued to get Pops set up because I knew what was going to be coming out of Jax’s mouth. Luckily, I had told Ash that there was no need for her to come in today, so no one else was around to possibly hear this conversation.
Without even looking in his direction, “It’s just the three of us, Jax, so let me have it. I already know what you have to say is about Jade.”
Jax and Pops exchange a look through the mirror as I got started on Pops. The room staying silent, apart from the sounds of me cutting Pop’s hair, and the music I have playing, until fifteen minutes later when Jax finally decides to break the silence confirming my earlier thoughts.
“He’s gone, Jazz.”
Shaking my head with a disappointed smile on my face, “What am I going to say to Timbre and Olly?”
Chapter 1

Ten Years Later
“Olly, if you don’t hurry your ass up, I guarantee your sister is going to castrate you in your sleep!” I yell up the stairs to my now seventeen-year-old son. Definitely wouldn’t be the first time she threatened castration.
“What the hell takes him so damn long anyways? I thought I was the girl,” Timbre says as we share a look and then burst out laughing.
“I swear he’s worse than Jax was at his age.”
I started as soon as I heard his voice, then I was enclosed in a hug from behind. “Oh, come on now, I wasn’t that bad, was I?”
I smack his arm. “Jesus, Jax! How the hell do you do that when you’re so damn big?”
“Because I’m me and I’m just that good,” he says with a cheeky smile.
“I thought we were meeting you at your place?” Timbre asks with a confused look on her face.
“You were but I got a call this morning that my cousins were coming back home. So, I figured I’d just pick you guys up so Jazz here can just head over when she’s finished.”
“Okay and where exactly am I supposed to be meeting you guys at? I have no idea what cousins you’re even talking about.” I look at him completely exasperated.
“Oh, it just Pop’s half-sister’s place. Her sons are finally home. They’ve been gone a while. Don’t think you’ve ever actually met either one of them,” he says, absently checking the time, and then turns towards the staircase. “Seriously, Ols, let’s move!”
Not even a second later, Olly come rushing down the stairs calling over his shoulder as he walks out the door, “Well, come on then. What the hell are you waiting for?”
Timbre throws her hand in the air, exasperated, while Jax and I just roll our eyes and we all head out.
***
I’ve been at Scarred , the Devil’s Angels bar, doing inventory for Pops for almost two hours now and he has yet to come out of his office the whole damn time. Not that I can’t handle this by myself or anything, but Pops is usually out here giving me shit half the time I’m here. He’s always telling me that I’m the only woman besides Timbre and Jack he can stand to be around for more than five minutes without wanting to strangle her; complete bullshit if you ask me. I swear, the boys actually think we have no idea what goes on around the club. Give me a fucking break; I’ve been around the brothers damn near constantly for the last ten years and even before that, when Pops practically raised me when my mom checked out when I was a kid.
“Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bar?”
I tilt my head and turn around ready to rip into whoever the hell just talked to me like that when I come face to face with him. See, here’s the thing, no one is aware that I actually know who he is or that he’s the one who took out Jade. Not that I blame him. When I found out exactly what Jade had done, given the chance, I would’ve done the same. But damn, does the man standing in front of me look different than I remember; this man here is essentially every woman’s fantasy. 6'4", dark hair with a killer fade on the sides and back, longer on top pushed back with barely there product, broad shoulders with arms that— holy shit mmm —a broad chest that strains against his shirt leading down to a slightly slimmer waist and what I’m sure are thighs that are as thick and strong as a fucking tree. I probably shouldn’t be checking him out after the way he just talked to me but damn . I don’t know one woman who wouldn’t be doing the exact same thing right now. Once I finally lift my eyes back to his face, I’m met with piercing grey-blue eyes and a strong angular bone structure you can see even with all his facial hair. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to get my hands on him.
“You finished eye fucking me yet so you can answer my damn question? What the fuck are you doing in my bar?” he grinds out with one eyebrow raised.
And attraction disintegrated. Arching my brow with a look of contempt, I give him one last quick once-over. Then I laugh, shake my head, and turn back to the bar to finish the inventory without uttering a word. If he thinks I’m some club girl who’s going to obey his every word, especially when talked to like that , he’s got another thing coming. I swear I can actually hear him fuming behind me and it just makes me want to laugh that much harder.
Finally, I hear footsteps and look up to see Pops coming down the hall with a smile on his face. “Well, look who finally decides to grace me with his presence.”
He tosses me a wink then looks directly at Walker who is now just on the other side of the bar-top directly behind me. “Walk. My office. Now,” he snaps.
Mr. Broody glares in my direction before storming off to the office. I arch my brow at Pops, “Well, ain’t he