Hounds of Hell MC 7: Outcast

Anya — I never forgot Jackson — not when the foster system chewed us up and spit us out, and not when I was dragged into the nightmare world of Sebastian Six. Jackson was the one bright spot in my past, the only person who ever tried to save me. Now, trapped as Six’s captive, I’ve lost hope… until I see him again. Jackson isn’t just a memory anymore; he’s a badass biker called Outcast. He fights the brutal champion in Six’s underground ring, just to win a night with me. He’s risking everything to get me out. This time, I’m not letting him go.

Outcast — She was everything to me once. The only thing that ever mattered. I tried to save her when we were young and failed. But when her photo turned up on a soldier tied to a fake gun deal, I knew I’d been given another chance. I tracked her to Louisville, to the syndicate, to the monster who owns her. If she had been safe and happy, I would’ve walked away. But she wasn’t. So I fought their champion in a cage match just to get close. Now I’m running with her again — only this time, I’m ready to kill anyone who gets in my way for her. No one is taking Anya from me. Not now. Not ever again.

Trigger Warning: Outcast (Hounds of Hell MC 7) contains scenes of human trafficking, violence, physical abuse, rape, and vigilante justice that may be triggers for some readers. There’s also a strong alpha hero willing to risk everything to save his woman.

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Excerpt

Outcast

His knuckles throbbed, his ribs ached, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth — but none of it mattered. The only thing he saw, the only thing that mattered, was her.

Anya.

She was frozen in her seat, eyes wide, her face pale beneath the dim red glow of Purgatory’s overhead lights. Her hands were clenched so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were bone white, her lips slightly parted in shock. She wasn’t relieved. She was terrified.

His heart dropped at the sight, but there was no time to process it because the crowd was going crazy, a deafening roar shaking the underground arena. The announcer grabbed his arm, yanking it up into the air like he was some kind of conquering gladiator. “Your winner — Jackson!”

The noise surged, fists pounding against the metal barriers, bodies pressing forward, hungry for the next spectacle. Some cheered, others cursed, and Outcast barely heard any of it over the blood still rushing in his ears. He wasn’t here for their damn entertainment. He wasn’t here for a fucking victory lap. He let them celebrate, standing there in the middle of the cage while Goliath remained sprawled on the mat, unconscious. The crowd could have their moment, let the shock settle.

Then the announcer’s grip loosened, and Jackson was ushered out of the ring. Straight to him.

Sebastian Six sat on his throne, still looking irritated as hell, but beneath that, Outcast caught something else. Calculation. Typical businessman, always spinning shit to his advantage.

“Well,” Sebastian drawled, swirling his fresh drink, expression shifting from anger to something more amused. “That wasn’t what I expected. But I can admit when something is good for business.”

Jackson didn’t say a damn word, just wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. He could feel Anya’s gaze locked on him, but he didn’t dare meet it yet. Not until this was done.

Sebastian smirked. “A rematch would be a hell of a draw.” He leaned forward. “You game?” At Jackson’s nod, he said, “Name your price.”

Outcast didn’t hesitate.

“I’m not interested in money.”

Sebastian arched a brow, intrigued. “No?”

Outcast turned his head, gaze landing on Anya.

“I want her.”

The amusement in Sebastian’s face faltered for just a second before his grin widened, slow and shark-like. He leaned back, tapping a finger against his glass. “The prize promised to Goliath if he won.”

Anya sucked in a sharp breath beside him, her body visibly tensing. Outcast saw her hands tremble, saw the way she fought to hide the raw horror that bled into her expression. Sebastian noticed too. And for him, that was enough.

She looked properly terrified now. Properly punished.

“Fine,” Sebastian said with a lazy wave of his hand. “She’s yours for the night.”

Outcast kept his face unreadable, cold as ice, a slow-burning fire spread through him at the casual way the bastard handed her over to someone he didn’t even know. Like she wasn’t a person — just another bet settled.

Sebastian snapped his fingers at one of his men. “There’s a suite ready for the occasion,” he said with a smirk. “Fancy place, good view, champagne in the room. I like to keep my investments happy.” His gaze slid back to Outcast.

“You’ll be accompanied by two of my men. Can’t have the goods getting damaged.”

His blood boiled, but Outcast forced a slow nod, his voice just as cold. “That’s fine.”

A man he didn’t recognize gestured for him to move, and Outcast fell into step beside Anya, his pulse steady and controlled. She walked stiffly, her entire body wound tight like a wire about to snap.

Outside, two men were waiting. It was dark in the parking lot but not so dark he couldn’t get a good look at the two guards Six sent with them. He was keeping a sharp eye out for the two survivors from the failed gun deal because they would recognize him. The men led him and Anya to a sleek black limo — the one meant for Goliath. Outcast held back as Anya hesitated for just a second before stepping inside. Then he followed, sliding in beside her.

The guards went to the front of the limo, one driving. The engine started, a soft purr in the quiet cabin where they sat. Pushing the button as soon as he located it, Outcast put the darkened privacy glass between them and the guards. As they pulled away from Purgatory, Outcast finally let himself breathe.

The first part was over, and it had been hard.

But now came the real fight.