Choices (Kings If Sin MC #3) Read Online Ker Dukey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: Series: Kings If Sin MC Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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The Carnells are a wealthy, powerful family with generations of money and influence. Michael’s father is in business, and his uncle is in politics. But beneath the Carnells’ pristine exterior lies something much more sinister. They’re as corrupt as it gets. They own elite hotels, nightclubs, and casinos. Michael oversees them, fueling a glamorous celebrity-like status he can’t seem to get away from. He’s often paraded as an eligible bachelor on magazine covers alongside his cousin Andrew. It’s comical how clueless the media is.

We’ve known Michael for years, despite only recently entering business dealings with his father. He’s not like those trust fund assholes who find themselves in rehab or dead by their late twenties. He may live lavishly and appear as nothing more than a businessman, but he’s one of us: he has bloody hands and even bloodier money. Their casino washes cash. Their nightclubs are hubs for supplying drugs to the rich and stupid, morons like his brother.

“So, what did Nicolas do this time?” I tsk, taking in my surroundings. Huge paintings of the family in thick, gold-rimmed frames hang from every wall. It’s creepy as shit. Oversized pots filled with flowers sit proudly on decorative tables. The stench of vanilla clings to the air, sticking to the back of my throat. The floors are gloss marble, so shiny you can see your reflection in them.

My attention draws back to Michael. He curls his hands into fists as he speaks.

“He gave his bodyguards the slip.” His jaw tenses. “Managed to get himself into unfamiliar territory after chasing a drug high.” Shaking his head, he continues. “We only got him back by sheer luck.” Tension creases his face. He laughs, but it’s sharp and without humor. “He claims he doesn’t remember why or how he ended up over there, and for once, we think he’s telling the truth.”

“Where was it?” I ask, curiosity piquing my interest.

“Redwing territory.”

My gaze darts to Callan, who’s scowling. We weren’t aware of this and we’re typically in the know about what goes on with the Carnell family. The Kings like to be well informed and make it our business to know these things. The Redwings are a growing gang into petty theft and cheap street drugs. We’ve never taken issue with them, but if they’re making a show of power and dominance, they’ll soon find themselves on our radar, and the Kings will put them back in their place.

“Do you think it was intentional?” Callan asks before I have time to voice my thoughts. “That they targeted him?” It’s not a secret gangs and other clubs don’t like being told where they can and can’t deal. It could be a point of showing the Carnells they’re accessible, a light warning, which will be their own mistake.

“That has crossed our minds, and to err on the side of caution, it’s being delt with.”

“Anything we can help with?” Callan offers. The thrum of adrenaline from last night’s kill hums in my veins.

“No,” Michael assures us, shaking his head firmly, his hand resting on Callan’s shoulder. “I appreciate your offer but no need. This is under control.” He smiles warmly at us before rotating on his heel and summoning us to follow with a wave of his hand. “I appreciate the offer. You’ve always been a loyal friend, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by me or my father. But this is beneath the Kings. They’re just a street gang getting above their station. This mistake will be a good lesson for others to heed.”

This is why we’ve always liked Michael. He was born of the same darkness. And when he couldn’t spill the blood himself, he had a long list of people willing to do it for him. The Redwings are in for a world of hurt.

Changing the subject, I say, “We hear your uncle is running for the Senate.” Preston Carnell is a racist, womanizing piece of shit with more scandals than a courtroom. But middle-aged women still seemed to like him, and so did his wealthy friends. He had a strong chance of winning.

“He’s making a serious bid for senate office, yes.” Michael nods over his shoulder.

That’s why we came to the Carnells’ private estate. With the family’s reputation on the line and headlines at stake, it’s safer to conclude our business behind these guarded gates—away from prying eyes or scandalous associations with the notorious Kings of Sin.

“Who knows? Maybe the White House next.” Michael chuckles, guiding us through a labyrinth of hallways. This place is bigger than most hotels and too posh for the likes of us walking through in muddy boots and leather cuts.

Eventually, we’re seen through a set of double doors into what looks like a study. Michael Senior stands behind a large wooden desk, his eyes clashing with ours as we enter the room.



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