Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Now he’s back with vengeance on his mind.
Blade
Four years ago, I was convicted of killing my own brother.
I didn’t do it, but I sure as hell know who did.
Now that I’m free, I’ll stop at nothing to avenge him.
My plans begin with a beautiful, curvy blonde with blue eyes.
Olivia Davis.
She claims to be innocent.
The blood running through her veins makes her guilty.
She’s the key to taking down the Feral Kings MC and that’s really all that matters.
Nothing can save her, least of all me.
Olivia
Blade Aetos is the type of man that women dream of.
He’s the answer to every prayer I’ve whispered.
I can’t believe it when he tells me he loves me.
He puts a ring on my finger, but too soon I realize my new husband is just a fantasy.
He doesn’t have a heart.
The real Blade Aetos is a monster
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1 BLADE
Six Years Ago
“You have everything covered, stop worrying,” Bear laughs.
“Man, this is an important meeting. I don’t want to fuck it up,” I mutter as we walk toward the Convention Center in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
Bear surprises me by stopping before we begin walking up the concrete steps leading to the entrance. He claps his large, beefy hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. “There’s a lot in this fucked-up world that I worry about, Blade, but I’ve never worried about you. You are going to ace this meeting and we’re going to achieve every damn thing we want. I have no doubts at all, and you shouldn’t either.”
I stare at my brother. I can see the confidence he has in me. He’s fifteen years older than I am and he’s basically been the only father figure in my life. His approval means everything to me. “Thank you, Bear. I never want to disappoint you.”
He grins and pounds me on the back. “You never will.”
We start walking into the building. I allow myself to concentrate on him, trying to calm my nerves at the same time. Bear and I don’t really look like brothers. He took after our mother, who was a proud daughter of a Cherokee chief. My hair may be the color of my mother’s, and I have her eyes, but I mostly look like our father. That’s hard to swallow because he was nothing but a piece of shit. Bear’s hair is long, falling near the middle of his back. He is battle-hardened from his years in the Saints Outlaws Motorcycle Club. He moved from the mother chapter in Boston, coming back home to Cherokee, North Carolina to take over care of me after our mother died.
Right now, it would be even harder to tell Bear and I are related. He’s wearing his faded jeans, a Metallica tee, with his hair hanging free and untamed, and his club cut proudly worn—regardless of the purpose we’re here today. On the other hand, I’m in a suit and tie. My hair is neatly trimmed, and my beard is gone. Fuck, I don’t even recognize myself when I look in the mirror. I don’t like it, but everything hinges on getting the approval for this casino.
I’ll do whatever I need to do to ensure success. Our people need this. Right now, the town is a dying tourist trap, forcing proud people to play dress up—showing off their Native American heritage—and pose for pictures. This casino will put a stop to that, while injecting some much-needed capital. With that, we can make sure housing, as well as educational and professional opportunities are offered to our people and their children—like it should have been all along.
This is important to both of us but even if it wasn’t a dream I shared with my brother, I’d still do it. I owe Bear everything. He put me through school, uprooted his life, and then allowed me to prove myself as a member of his club. I worked hard so that I could rule it beside my brother, yet only the immediate club recognizes me as the Vice President. It wasn’t a position I was handed, I earned it, taking down any challenge for the office that I received.
Now, I’m hiding who I am. I don’t want any of these bigwigs thinking I’m part of the club. I’ve taken steps constantly to hide that fact—I’ve had to. We didn’t want any bias from the assholes on the board. They didn’t need to find a reason to deny our right to put in the casino. After we get the approval and have the right men in place, they’re all in for a shock.
It wouldn’t be so bad, but there’s a club trying to move into our area that Bear has been fighting. The Feral Kings MC are slime. We’ve been fighting them for a while. We’ve lost a couple of members in the war, but we’ve taken some of their ranked members, too. We’ll win, but right now is not a good time to wage an all-out war. Bear says we have to make the casino our priority. He’s right, but the quicker we can take the Feral Kings and their president, Eyeball, out—the better. He’s a sick, twisted asshole who is quite literally a psychopath. If any man deserves to die, it’s him.
“Bear!”
At the sound of my brother’s name being called out happily, I look and watch as the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life makes her way over to us. She’s stunning. Long, wavy blonde hair that is pulled high on her head in a ponytail that still falls past her shoulders. The woman is also sporting a slim but athletic figure, with just enough curves to make my dick stand up and take notice. I admire the soft white dress that falls just a little above her knee. It clings to her body, but still looks almost innocent on her. My favorite thing about her, however, is that she’s probably a foot smaller than I am. I tower over her and there’s just something I really like about that. I can’t explain what it is. I’ve never really noticed a woman’s height before but fuck if I don’t like her being shorter than me.