Broken Wings Read online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty (Royal Bastards MC – Louisville KY #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Royal Bastards MC - Louisville KY Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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Fucking hell, her ass bounces with each stomp. And just to make it even sexier for me, she’s wearing a clean pair of my boxers and one of my faded black heavy metal t-shirts.

My mouth waters at the sight of her ass moving. The thought of bending her over the kitchen counter as I cram my fat fucking cock back in her is enough to remind me I need to put some jeans on soon or I’m going to be showing the house my fucking prick.

The stomping and huffing sounds she makes as she waits for me to enter the kitchen pisses me off though.

I’m about fucking sick of this bullshit memory of hers, she can’t keep fucking playing stupid.

Walking into the kitchen has my blood on fire, I can feel it coursing through my fucking veins. All the fucking anger of my son being so damn scared of me… I could barely hold him without him feeling afraid I might fucking hurt him.

What kind of fucking mother allows her fucking son to live in fear?

“I’m not your Allie and he’s not your son. I know that’s not what you want to hear and I don’t care,” she snaps at me the moment I step into the kitchen.

Nodding my head, I ask, “What else?”

Tilting her head to the side, those chocolate brown eyes I used to lose myself in darken.

“You had no right to kidnap us. I don’t know who the fuck you are or what the hell is happening!” She raises her voice, but not loud enough to be heard over the TV in the living room. “You’re a fucking lowlife thug! A fucking dirty biker! You… you fucking raped me last night!”

Those words are all true except that last little bit.

Nodding my head to everything she says, I grin at her. “Raped you, huh? So what was that when you climbed up on my fat fucking cock that second time and rode me like a fuckin’ bitch in heat?”

That same damn feral look returns to her eyes as she snarls at me, “You’re a piece of shit! You’ve taken us hostage, you’ve terrified my son, and you are fucking delusional! I’m not yours. I don’t know who the fuck this girl you think I am is, and I don’t care! If she was smart, she probably took one look at you and fucking ran!”

“Who’s Mikhail?” I ask.

Yeah, I’ll get to what she just said soon enough, but I want her ass to answer my fucking questions first.

The bruising on her face is even worse today. She’s got a shiner on her left eye and her chin looks like it took a hit. There’s definite swelling on the left side of her cheek. That shit wasn’t from me.

I don’t hit women.

I may want to choke the shit out of her right now, but I don’t beat my women. From what’s gone down, I’m assuming the man who did that shit to her hit her enough that she finally ran. Ran because this was one of those beatings she knew would be her last.

Run or die.

I’ve seen all types of people come through this town and even more through our strip clubs. She was on the run. I’ve seen enough women running to be sure of that. My old man had a few rules in our Chapter that I’ve kept. We don’t sell drugs, we don’t kill kids, and we don’t beat our ol’ ladies.

Hell, Darlene has a halfway house set up for women who need to escape men.

Whatever my son was around was dangerous enough to cause Allie to run, run for Kentucky.

“How… Who…” Her eyes turn wide and I can see the devil in them chasing her.

“My son told me a little. Not enough to know the full story, but enough to know why he crawled into bed with us last night and slept next to the one person who will kill to keep him safe,” I say as I slowly start stalking toward her.

Her eyes dart around the kitchen, searching for a way to get past me. That shit ain’t happenin’. I’ve been slowly edgin’ her into the corner of the cabinets for a fucking reason.

“He’s… he’s… Levi and I need to leave, please,” she says with real fear in her voice.

“No, you left me five years ago. You left and I fucking died that day,” I snarl as I get closer to her.

“I didn’t! I’ve never been here!” she shouts in my face.

“Oh yes the fuck you have!” I all but scream into her face. “I was there the night you were in the fucking wreck. I was there the whole time you were in a coma. I was there the day you fucking disappeared from my life!”

“Accident?” she whispers, her face turning white with shock.

“Yeah, Allie, the day you fucking laid in the hospital with a broken body jacked to hell. I was there when Horse got fucking buried. He shouldn’t have been taking you home, it should’ve been me. Maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten all fucked up.”



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