Biker Bully Read online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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All the bullying bullshit they liked to do, she’d taken.

She’d even had the tampons fall out of her locker, and it was all courtesy of a club whore spilling the details of Chloe’s first period. Alfie had taken it upon himself to let the whole school know she was menstruating.

Never in all of her life had she been so embarrassed. She’d never trusted the club whore again, and in fact, unless it was with her own mother, she never spoke to anyone. At the earliest opportunity she wanted out of Satan’s Croft, living far away from any small town or MC.

She had a life plan, and this place wasn’t part of it. Her mother, who she loved more than anything, loved her and had told her to fly. To find her dream, and just go for it. To never look back and allow anyone to take her dreams from her.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Ian said.

“I am, or maybe I’m sick and tired of the same old shit. ‘Chloe’s fat. Look the earth is moving because she’s so fucking fat it has to move’!” She yelled the last words, tired of the same old bullshit.

These boys, they were not men. To even call them men was an insult to the opposite sex.

She also wouldn’t ever trust her dad again. Not ever. This was the last time he humiliated her.

She wouldn’t put it past him to actually be having a drink with Eagle, or trying to work his way into the good graces of the club. That was the kind of man he was. He’d fucked up years ago, and rather than accept it, he did nothing but try to get back into the club by any means possible. The truth was, no one was ever going to accept him. They didn’t want him back because he was a total fuck up.

The club lived by two values, trust and loyalty. She knew it extended out to other traits, but those were the two main words she always saw and heard with the guys. The women knew it as well, the old ladies and club whores. With her father running away years ago when times got tough, or something like that, he’d permanently cemented himself in the category of “hanger-on.” She hated it.

The men treated him as lesser of a being, and she had to sit back and watch it tear him apart. Not to mention her mother.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Riley said.

“Am I? Come on. You’re such big, tough men. Bring it. I’m tired of this bullshit. You want to throw stuff at me, fine. You want to push me against lockers, hurt me. Then do it right in front of my face. Let me see you be the big, tough men you claim to be.” She stepped up to them and slammed her hands against Riley’s chest. She didn’t know which one had thrown the skin, and she really, really didn’t care.

Pain filled her body, but it wasn’t physical. This kind of pain was something she couldn’t control. She could only stare in the faces of those around her.

She was tired of being second best to the club, but more than that, she was fed up of these guys getting to her. This was her last year of high school, and she wouldn’t allow them to hurt her.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me.” Riley shoved her hard, but she only went back a step.

Flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she used her entire body, and rammed him hard in the abdomen, and Riley went tumbling. Hand clenched into a fist, she struck out at Ian, who looked positively shocked by her.

Next she turned to Alfie, who merely smirked at her.

“You think I’m not going to hit you because you’re a girl.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said.

This guy was on her shit list, would always be on her shit list, and right now, she was sick of him. She hated him with every single fiber of her being.

She’d never considered herself a violent person until this very moment, and knowing it was because of him, it made her angry at herself.

She should just grab her stuff and leave, but they’d thrown a rotten banana skin at her. She deserved better.

Not once had she ever fucked with them, or taken her anger out on any of them. She didn’t beg for their attention the way her father did.

There were plenty of girls already throwing themselves at them, and she wasn’t going to be one of them.

“What’s the matter, princess?” he asked.

“Leave me alone.”

“You see, my two buddies are winded. Are you giving up? A coward like your father.”

“I’m not a coward.” She stepped up to Alfie, but unlike with Ian and Riley, she didn’t know how to play this hand with him.

He’d hated her for a long time, far longer than she had him.



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