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  Booger

  Reapers MC #3

  Elizabeth Knox

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  Elizabeth Knox

  Series: Skulls Renegade

  Reign

  Redemption

  Revenge

  Relentless

  Reckoning

  Reclaimed

  Regret

  Reckless

  Reclusive

  Series: The Clans

  Promised

  The Trade

  Cherished

  Deceit

  Love is War

  Series: Steele Bros.

  Tough as Steele

  Stripping a Steele

  Series: Reapers MC

  Scarred

  Blackjack

  Here Kitty, Kitty

  Series: Darkest nightmares

  Darkness

  Sin City Fets

  Switched

  Full Throttle

  Against All Odds

  Coming Soon From

  Elizabeth Knox

  Retribution

  (Skulls Renegade #10)

  Widow

  (Reapers MC #4)

  Kade

  (Reapers MC #5)

  Protecting a Steele

  (Steele Bros #3)

  Hawk

  (Reapers MC #6)

  Forbidden Love

  (Mackenzies #1)

  Tempt Me

  (Crave #1)

  Booger

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Booger. Copyright © 2019 by Elizabeth Knox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact E. Knox.

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  Acknowledgments

  My Author Tribe: Iris, GG, Jen, Erin, Brynn, – Thank you all for constantly encouraging me, even in my moments of intense self-doubt. You’re all the truest author tribe a girl could ask for.

  My Beta Bitchaz: Laura, Tania, Chas, Michaela, Kenna, Rach, Court, Kim, Taneesha, Lisa, Vicky & Court – I really gave y’all a run around with this book. It was one of the most difficult stories for me to write in my entire career and I can’t thank y’all enough for helping me with it. Each of you gave me priceless insight on how the plot was progressing and what I could do to excel it even further. Thank you all so much!

  My Bloggers: We’re to the point where I can’t possibly name each and every one of you. It would be over two pages long! I want to thank you all for your endless patience when it comes to this story. This one took me quite a while to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

  Clarise, My Magical Unicorn – We’ve been working together for a couple of years now, and this has to be one of the most that we’ve ever worked on together. Thank you for bringing my vision to life.

  KBB, My Babes! – You guys are the absolute best, and I hope you’re ready for more Reapers because they’re coming soon!

  Dedicated to My Readers

  Thank you all so much for your patience with this book. It’s been a long time coming and I hope you all enjoy it. I know y’all will have questions at the end of this book, but please remember that I will never leave ya hanging. Your questions will be answered in Widow!

  Warning

  This content is intended for mature audiences only, This book contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, drug abuse, self-harm and extreme violence.

  Playlist

  So Am I | Ava Max

  Ridin’ Roads | Dustin Lynch

  Solo | Clean Bandit ft. Demi Lovato

  Lost in the Middle of Nowhere | Kane Brown & Becky G (Spanish Remix)

  Hustle | P!nk

  On My Way | Alan Walker & Sabrina Carpenter

  R. I. P. | Rita Ora, Sofia Reyes & Anitta

  25 Wexford St. | Chase Rice

  GIRL | Maren Morris

  Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Readers

  Prologue

  Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.

  – Vincent Van Gogh

  Camila

  In the last few years I’ve learned that I should always expect change. Nothing will ever stay the same and I should know that. If life wasn’t so cruel, then maybe I would still be in my childhood home with my sister, mother and father. Maybe I would still be in Jimenez, my home town. Actually, no. We wouldn’t even be there right now. We would be in Cancun, at our family beach house. It’s funny how things slip from your mind as time passes.

  I take in a deep breath, needing to accept the change that I overheard just a few hours ago. My mind wanders back and forth, trying to wrap my head around it but it’s no use. I must simply accept it for what it is. There’s nothing I can do to stop it anyways, no matter how much I might try. When Fist makes up his mind, it’s done. There is no changing it. I’m not a silly girl though. I know why he is sending Booger to Vegas – to get him away from me.

  Yet again, it will mean that I am alone. I’m not really alone, but I have no familia here. The Reapers are my family, but not my familia. It is so different. I have a connection with each and every member here, but the way I am pulled to Booger is something else entirely. I hate that Fist is trying to keep us apart, especially since Boog has only done nice things for me. I can’t hide the fact that I’m attracted to him. Why would I? It’s not like there is any other man here that I have a bit of interest in, and the only man I do have an interest in is about to be carted half way across the United States.

  “What’s got you concentrating so hard?” Speaking of the devil, he approaches me on the picnic table I sit at outside the front of the clubhouse. I pull my knees to my chin and stare up at him.

  “You do. Fist is sending you off, away from me. Guess he’s going to get you to leave me alone one way or another, hmm.” I mumble, looking off into the distance. I don’t want to look at him, to see the disappointment in his eyes. I’m doing a damn good job at keeping my anger pent up i
nside me, tucking it just below the surface so no one will be able to tell that it’s there.

  “He doesn’t have to get what he wants” Booger comments, and at that I glance up to him, not understanding where he’s going with what he says.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “If you put up a fight, I’m sure Fist will let you come with me.” I want to laugh, but I don’t. I have never gotten to do anything that I want here. Fist makes all the rules for me, like I am some girl seeking asylum, or as if he is my parole officer.

  “Fist only does what Fist wants to do.” I murmur, knowing there is no point in trying.

  “Never really took you for the girl who likes to give up, but maybe I was wrong.”

  I clench my jaw, taking in a deep breath. “I don’t ever give up.”

  “Then prove it, Princess.” I’m not sure if he realizes what he’s just done. I’ve never been the type of girl to just give up on something, and now I see that I almost did. I was so close to giving up on the potential of what I might have with him that I didn’t even give it a shot. He wants me to prove it, and I might just have to.

  1

  I read the rules before I break them.

  -Anonymous

  Booger

  I left Camila tonight thinking about how badly I want her. Now, I’m thinking about what it is that I’m pushing her to do. In all my time here with the Reapers, I’ve never once disobeyed Fist. There’s just something about this girl that wants me to break the rules. Over the years, I’ve been with a lot of bitches, but none of them are anything compared to her. She’s captivating in that way that makes you want to discover everything there is underneath that mask she wears. While at the same time is also scaring the livin’ hell outta you, cause she might be some freaky sci-fi accident.

  There’s no hidin’ the fact that he’s transferring me down to Vegas because he wants to get rid of me. Hoping that by sending me down south, it’ll keep me away from her.

  Old fool doesn’t think I’m gonna defy him. He should’ve expected it though. There’s only one way I’m leaving Billings, Montana and that’s with Camila on the back of my bike. I needed to get away from the club for a bit, so I drove into town and stopped at one of the few bars. You can’t do much here besides eat, drink, and watch a movie. It’s better than where I grew up though. My family settled in a small farming town in Iowa. You can pass through the main street in the blink of an eye, completely missing it.

  “Had a feeling I’d find you here,” Hawk mutters as he takes a seat beside me. Jesus, it’s hard to get any peace and quiet these days. “Don’t think it’s the smartest decision for you to be wanderin’ off on your own with everything that’s goin’ on. We stay strong in numbers, brother.”

  “Fuck you. We stay strong cause we’re Reapers, brother.” I snarl out at him, taking hold of the beer bottle in front of me, I swig it back. Hawk has been with the club for a long time. He might be a couple years older than me, putting him in his early thirties.

  The bastard smiles at me, shaking his head as he waves his hand up to the bartender, “Yuengling when you get a second, sweetie.” I can’t help but see the way she looks at him, and it just makes me want to eavesdrop. He’s not a ladies’ man in the least bit, but for some reason women love to ogle over him.

  She struts over in a white tank and navy blue jeans with tattoos that cover her arms, passing him his drink. “I’m not normally one to say this, but I’d remember a face like yours. You new around here?”

  “No, darlin’. You are.” Her cheeks flush red at his reply to her, and Jesus, this just frustrates me. Everyone is getting some sort of action around here except for me. It’s not like Fist is warnin’ the other brothers to keep away from certain women. Nope, only Camila is off limits for me. I roll my eyes thinking at the idiocy of it all.

  Her eyes scan over his cut, and as soon as she lands on his name, she says it aloud. “Hawk. I’m Raven, it’s nice to meet you.” She extends her hand out, something that we don’t really see much these days. “For the record, I’m not a new face. I’ve just been gone for a couple years.”

  Two birds… really, I think to myself.

  “Well, it’s a shame you left.”

  She points to a frame behind her on the wall, “Not really. I just got back from getting my bachelor’s in business administration and I’m pretty proud of that.”

  “As you should be. It’s a great accomplishment.”

  “Yup. It sure is.”

  “Raven, get your ass over here and finish up!” A stern voice shouts at her. I glance over to the man who barks out the order. There’s something about being a man, we have this super power of being able to read other men. Immediately, I can tell this dude is a joke.

  “Uh, I’d better go.” She mutters, walking away from us.

  Hawk turns his head to face me, “I don’t like that dude.”

  “Of course, you don’t, he’s a jerk.”

  “No, he’s more than that. Can’t you tell?”

  I nod, “Yeah. He’s a real tool.”

  “I sure hope that’s not her boyfriend.”

  I scoff, “With your luck, he probably is. Don’t think he will be for too long, though. Not with the way she was lookin’ at you.”

  “You’re sure as hell right about that. If he is, he won’t be for long. Enough about my latest infatuation, what’s going on with that transfer shit?”

  I shrug. I don’t have to spell it out for Hawk, but it looks like he wants me to. “Fist is just trying to get me away from Camila, once and for all.”

  “That’s a joke. I’ve known you for a long time, brother, and you’ve never been this hooked on a woman before. Shit, I don’t even think you’ve gotten your dick wet yet and you’re this invested.”

  “I have a plan.” Part of me thinks that I should keep this shit to myself, but I’m not going to. I can’t fuckin’ do that. “Tonight, I’m gonna tell Camila to get a small bag packed up and we’re gonna head to Vegas before everyone else.”

  Hawk brings his hand over his jaw, showing me his obvious concern. “Shit…”

  “What’s he going to do? Cart her back to Billings?”

  “You’re about to find out.” We both know that’s a fact. There’s no way around it. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t. For once, I’m just hoping he’ll let it go. Fist has warned me to stay away from her for quite a while, and I know he’s done some serious shit for women in the past. The pot can’t call the kettle black.

  Even if he does, I’ll put up a fuckin’ fight for her.

  2

  You’re always one decision away from a totally different life.

  -Anonymous

  Camila

  I wake from a dead sleep, feeling my covers being taken from my body. A cold chill swarm’s over my body, and I know something isn’t right. Shooting up, I look around the room and am faced with a silhouette. “Relax, Princess. It’s just me,” Booger whispers, “Grab a handful of clothes and c’mon, we don’t have much time.”

  I shake my head, trying to understand what’s going on. “What do you mean grab a handful of clothes… and why don’t we have much time?!” I grumble, rubbing my hands over my eyes. I lean over to grab my phone from my bedside table and see that it’s a little past two in the morning. Goodness, I want to kill him. I’m the type of woman who appreciates good sleep.

  “We have to go.” He urges, holding his hand out to me.

  “And I need to be a sleeping beauty!” I don’t care that I’m snapping at him. He woke me from a good slumber.

  “You mean, you need your beauty sleep. God, you still don’t get shit right.”

  I huff, “Go away, jerk.”

  He comes closer to me and wraps his hand around my face, “You wanna come with me to Vegas or not, Camila? Cause this will be your only chance.”

  Dios Mio! Booger is planning to take me away in the middle of the night like a bat out of hell. He’s wanting to sneak me out… to get a head start…
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br />   The question is, do I want to do this?

  “Camila,” He repeats my name. “I won’t force you to do this, but it’s pretty simple. Fist isn’t ever going to let us be together. He’s carting me off to Vegas to try to keep me from pursuing you, and I’m gonna leave this simple for ya… I want to see where things may go, and we’re never gonna get that chance here. So, you either wanna come to Vegas and see where things go. Or, you want to stay here under your safety net of an adoptive dad. Your choice. Either way, I’m leaving in ten minutes. Meet me out front if you do.”

  Booger quietly walks to my door and exits my room, leaving me alone with only the impending choice I need to make. It seems pretty simple, to either stay or go, but it isn’t. If I stay here, I never get the opportunity to see if he could become my ol’man, or even just a boyfriend… but if I stay… I will be safe from Rafael’s clutches. He doesn’t know where I am because Fist has done such a good job of protecting me. Las Vegas is closer to the border, and with that brings great risk.

  If I leave, it might be a bigger risk, but I could also get more reward. The possibility that for the first time in years I may feel free, versus feeling like a prisoner, or a woman in witness protection makes me so excited. It almost feels surreal. I’d be able to go out and do things I want to do. I’d be able to leave the club, probably. I’m just assuming.