Double the Dilemma

DOUBLE THE DILEMMA DRAGONS MC BOOK 4 EMILY ROSE Copyright © 2023 by Emily Rose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum For all my badass women out there that don’t need a man to save them. CONTENTS 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 Epilogue About the Author Also by Emily Rose CHAPTER ONE KARISSA Ten Years Ago Tonight was the night Sena would kill her. She didn’t know how she knew, but she felt it so deep in her bones she had the terrible urge to flee. Even if it wouldn’t matter. What kind of life would she have on the streets? It’s not like she had anywhere to go, or any family or friends to help her. So instead, she was stuck, in her umpteenth foster home, with a bunch of kids she didn’t know, or even care to. But she was all that stood between them and Sena. Sena Farrell was a psychopath. She loved to manipulate everyone around her, to harm anyone who crossed her, and did it with a smile on her face. She’s the kind of person that was shaped by her life into something that others should fear. Karissa didn’t know her back story, but she had to imagine for her to be this way, it was the worst of the worst. And that was saying something, considering she came from a home where her mother spent all day turning tricks and getting high, and her father beat them whenever the mood struck. If he wasn’t passed out drunk, or sniffing who knew what up his nose. When she first arrived here, the first person she met after her new foster parents was Sena. She knew then the girl was going to make her life a living hell. Sena had put on a sweet smile and gave her a big hug, but Karissa knew evil was in the eyes, not the smile or the way one acted. It was the anticipation in her cold green eyes, and the way they tracked every step, that gave her away. Sena was a year older, and had been at the home for almost six months before Karissa arrived, but in that time, Sena made a name for herself at school and in the house. Kids were coming and going, some staying days, some weeks, but never longer than a month. The kids would just say they didn’t like it there, and since they were younger and most little kids were easier to find homes for, they moved them. But not Karissa. Placements for teenagers were hard to come by, so she stayed, even after she told her social worker what was going on. Now, six months later, she was finally getting out of this place. It wouldn’t be by choice, and she’d probably be in a body bag, but at least it would be over. She had spent the last six months keeping Sena’s attention off the other kids. Especially the little ones, and the one other teenager was far too soft and sweet to stand a chance against someone like Sena. The day Lizzie arrived with her little brother, Shawn, she knew what would happen. Sena had gotten the grand prize, two for one. Shawn was ten, while Lizzie was fourteen, and both scared out of their minds. They lost their parents in a car accident, and none of their family wanted to step up to take care of them. It sucked, but Karissa figured they had a good life, and despite Sena, the foster home was okay. Their foster parents, Sandy and Darren, weren’t complete assholes, and they tried to make an effort. Nothing spectacular, but Karissa could count on one hand the number of times a foster parent had treated her as well as ‘okay’. Lizzie, though, caught Sena’s attention immediately. She was ridiculously pretty, with soft blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her smile was small, and she barely spoke above a whisper, her body weighed down by grief. The first night, she cried herself to sleep in the bunk above Karissa, which had of course irritated Sena, who was in the room next door. Sena had come barging into the room in the middle of the night and hoisted herself up into Lizzie’s bed and tried to strangle her. Karissa had pulled her off and gotten her out of the room, but not before earning a black eye and losing a chunk of hair for her trouble. Poor Lizzie had been shaking with terror, and it took a few stern words from Karissa to be quiet and say nothing. Sena would only make her life worse, and thankfully, Lizzie listened and never said anything to anyone. Still, Karissa stood between her and Sena more times in the past few months than she could count. Today, though, everything changed. She made the mistake of crossing Sena one too many times and she was going to pay the price. It started out innocently enough, coming home from another boring day at school. She hated her teachers, and most of the kids in her class ignored her, but she was smart enough to be doing well and was able to finish her homework before she even came back to the house. Today, she just wanted to get home and veg out in front of the TV; something she rarely got to do because everyone