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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“I better get to weeding. Have you ever done yard work?” she asked.

“Nope.”

“Then why did you come over here?”

“To see you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like I’ve said before, I’m trying to make amends.”

“You’re going to need another pair of gloves. Those nettles like to sting.”

She walked away, and he watched her go. Her ass swayed, and he again had to wonder why he hadn’t noticed her curves before. He’d been with plenty of girls, and club whores, and he knew there were many different body shapes to love and to fuck.

In her own element, Chloe shone.

Grabbing a pair of gloves, he wondered if he should go and check on his dad but decided against it. His father didn’t need a babysitter.

Getting down on his knees beside Chloe, Alfie helped her work through the flower beds, taking out the weeds.

Halfway through the job, she left to go and get some drinks.

She was taking a little longer than he thought was right, so he joined her in the house. He found her in the dining room, looking out onto the front yard.

The grass hadn’t been mowed yet, but it looked like his dad was giving Lily a lesson in mechanics.

“You worried?” he asked.

“I took them out their drinks and Eagle held the glass to my mom. She sipped from the straw.”

“You’re obsessing about this.”

“What good could come from this?” she asked.

If their parents got together, it would give him more of an excuse to get close to her.

The plan.

Whatever happened, he was determined to see it through.

“Has anyone ever told you you worry too much?” he asked.

“All the time.”

“Well, don’t worry about the little things. Just worry about the things you can change. I’m parched. Where’s my drink?”

Chloe giggled. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

****

“The motor looks good. Clearly, there was too much grass. It hadn’t been cleaned properly,” Eagle said.

“Of course. I mean, who would have thought it, huh?” Lily asked with a smile.

Being this close to her after all this time, knowing she was a free woman, or at least, would be really soon, was testing his restraint.

For years, he’d watched Kurt and Lily. She’d been one of the prettiest girls in school. Not the sexiest, and a couple of people had tried to bully her, but he’d put a stop to that shit. Anyone who hurt her had to come to him. He was five years older than she was, but to some, he could have been ten or fifty. Being the brat of the president of the MC, it meant there were rules in place, and one of them involved underage girls.

Lily had been younger than he was, so he had no choice but to wait around for her to be the right age, which fucking sucked, big time.

By the time she was of age, she was already with Kurt, marrying him, and having his baby.

In anger, he’d ended up knocking up a club whore, who’d given him Alfie, and then left just as quickly. Not that he had a problem with that. Kurt spent so much time around the club, Lily would take care of both Alfie and Chloe. Seeing his son in Lily’s arms had been like fucking torture, but he’d known he couldn’t have her. She wasn’t the kind of woman to step out on her man. It was part of what made her so damn loveable as well as having many other traits.

With Kurt out of the picture, he didn’t have to worry. He would finally get his chance, and he wasn’t going to let her get away. Not again.

“If there’s anything you need, just give me a holler, you know. I’ll be happy to drop by and help out.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” He smiled at her. She would always be the prettiest woman in the world to him. “I better get this yard mowed.” He winked at her and got to his feet. Like so many times before, Lily merely smiled at him and offered to get him another drink.

Small steps.

Really small steps.

It was going to fucking kill him.

Chapter Six

Wednesday into the third week of school and Alfie being around her, there was yet another message on her locker. This one was spelled so badly that she couldn’t make anything of it. She was about to turn to go and collect the cleaning stuff when Alfie’s growl echoed down the hall.

He stood right behind her.

The entire corridor went silent, and even her heart started to pound. He looked livid.

“What the fuck?” he said.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“To you it doesn’t matter. I’m tired of this shit. Who did this?” he asked, looking toward the groups of people. Several of them looked away. “Not so fucking tough now, huh? Who does this every single morning? I will find out, believe me. I’ve got no problems waiting, and I will find that person. Is it you, Reese?”



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