Claiming What’s His (Savage Brothers Second Generation #5) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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“King,” she says, her voice full of worry.

“Its alright beautiful, just do it. I got this.”

She nods as she does what I ask. I fucking brought this to her house. I put her in danger, or my men were dumb enough to come find me here and blow the whole cover.

I reach into my cut, hanging on the coat rack, pulling out my gun from its holster. I cock the gun, sliding one into the chamber. I open the door with my left hand, peeking around it as I have the gun trained on whoever is outside where they can’t see it.

Mongrel is standing there. There’s a moment where surprise rolls across his face as I open the door wider, pointing my gun at his face.

“What are you doing here mother fucking? Are you following me? I told you where we could meet, and you bring this shit to my door?” I ask, deadly calm.

“What the fuck? This isn’t your door,” Mongrel says, glowering at me.

Shelby comes running over to the door before I can stop her. “Mason? What are you doing here?”

“Mason?” I ask, in surprise. “You’re that motherfucking Mason?” I itch the pull the trigger before he can even say anything.

“Yeah, I’m Mason. What the fuck are you doing with my woman?” Mason growls.

“She’s not your woman, motherfucker.”

“I’m not yours,” Shelby yells. “I haven’t been yours since the fist time you though tit was okay to hit me.”

She tries to push past me, but I pull her back.

“Damn it Shelby, get back here.”

“This isn’t something I expected, but I’m not above sharing the little bitch,” Mason says, staring at Shelby over my shoulder. “We can show her together where her place in our world is. She always failed to learn respect. I was on my way to showing her, but the club needed my attention for a while. Seems she forgot her lessons.”

“If you don’t want to be breathing out of a straw or better yet not breathing at all, you’ll be smart enough to shut your fucking mouth,” I grit out.

“Don’t be that way, King. I know Shelby much better than you. She likes getting off with hands wrapped around her neck. The fear in her eyes, she pretends really wall, even when her lips start changing color,” Mason says, his eyebrows lifting slowly as he talks about it the smile on his face grows. “The way she cowers after I put her in her place. Even better how her milky skin shows my fingerprints when I make her listen. In fact, she would beg me for it. I could teach you how she likes it.” The appreciative growl he lets out makes my skin crawl.

I don’t need another word out of his mouth to slam the butt of my gun into his head. Mason was ready for me to make a move on his as he ducks down, tackling me into the wall behind me as I hear Shelby scream. He grabs my hand with the gun slamming it against the wall as I’m punching him in the ribs while trying to keep the gun in my hand. Mason slams his elbow across my face, sending blood flying from my nose, knocking the gun out of my grip as it slides across the floor.

He starts punching me in the side and stomach I try to clear the haze from my head. The fear I have for Shelby if he gets me unconscious is the only thing driving me as I slam my fist into his face, forcing him to stumble back. Shelby is still screaming, but I can’t make out the words. I just know I have to keep him from getting to her. I use the space between us to kick him into the wall next to the door, we both face off huffing as we try to catch out breath. He’s got a cut on his cheek, open and bleeding. His longer hair is wild as are his eyes.

I take a split second to make sure Shelby is okay and it was the wrong move to make, I turn back to see Mason is holding a gun, pointing it at Shelby.

“Fucking move and I’ll blow her head off.” He smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth.

I try to calm my frantic mind, flexing my hands as the rage rolls through me. I take a chance of him shooting her before I can get to him. Even if I mange to knock it out of the way the bullet would still hit her, and I won’t take that chance. I refuse to move.

“You’re after me,” I tell him, holding my hands up in surrender. “Point that thing at me instead and we can talk about this.”

“No more deals—”

Before Mason can finish the sentence, two prospects I had watching her house, come up her porch, not even hesitating as one shoots out Mason’s knee as they storm in. Blood spray flying as Shelby screams again, covering her ears.



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