Johnston (Satan Worshippers MC #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Satan Worshippers MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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He turned my head to face him and stole the rest of the breath in my lungs with a hot, deep, needy kiss that made my head spin.

“Better?” he quietly asked once he parted our lips, allowing me to breathe again.

I just weakly nodded my head. He grinned and kissed me again.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Johnston

I slowly eased out of bed, being careful not to jostle Aaliyah. She was sleeping peacefully, her lips parted just the slightest bit, her red, curly hair spread out over her pillow. She looked so damn beautiful and peaceful. I could stare at her all day and never grow tired of it.

Before I really realized what I was doing, I had grabbed my phone off the nightstand and snapped a picture of her. Fuck, I was so in love with her. I used to think love like this was impossible, at least for a man like me. But being with Red had quickly proven me wrong.

I stared down at the photo of her, a slight grin tugging at my lips. This was definitely becoming my wallpaper. She might pitch a fit when she saw it, but eh. I knew how to shut her up and make her agree with me.

She was addicted to the orgasms I could give her.

Setting my phone back down, I quickly got dressed, moving silently around the room as I did so. She never stirred, which I was thankful for. I wanted to be done with church and make sure someone had some food ready before I came and got her out of bed and ready to face the day.

And today, I was making an extremely important announcement to the club. I didn’t want that announcement disturbed.

After pressing a light kiss to her cheek, I pocketed my phone and quickly left the room, heading for the chapel. The rest of the club members were already seated around the table, coffee mugs in front of them. Blayke got up and made me a cup from the Keurig in the corner as I took my seat.

I nodded in thanks to him when he set it in front of me.

“Alright, first order of business.” I looked at my VP. “Any word on what’s going on with Dirk yet?”

He nodded. “Just got word about five minutes before you got in here that he was being transported to state until his trial since no one is posting bond for him.” He smirked, lifting his coffee mug to his lips. “He won’t make it to his trial.”

I relaxed back in my seat, pleased with that news. Finally, I’d have one less thing to worry about.

I nodded once at him before clearing my throat. “I need to make an announcement.” The room went deadly silent. I drummed my fingers on the table, looking at each man sitting there with me. “Aaliyah is my old lady.” There were no questions about that. I wasn’t even asking if they were okay with her being their president’s woman. This wasn’t up for debate.

The guys instantly began congratulating me. They’d taken the news better than I thought they would, considering I’d never brought around Wendy. I’d kept her far from this club, and obviously for good reason. The second she was locked up, she was trying to run her mouth. I’d done the right thing by keeping her and this club separate.

She’d been served divorce papers a few days ago, and my attorney had assured me she’d signed them. I was just waiting on the official court documents that stated I was a divorced man before I took Aaliyah to the courthouse to officially tie her to me in the eyes of the law. Not that I really gave a damn about the law since being my old lady was essentially a marriage vow in my world, but I knew she’d want that legal document.

“You men are okay with that?” I asked. I was going to do what I wanted anyway, but if they had any reservations about us being together, I needed to know so I could work on it. I needed my men to have the utmost trust in me and the woman I claimed as mine.

“The fuck would we have a problem with it for?” Trigger asked, arching a disbelieving brow at me. “The only reason none of us ever tried to touch her was because we saw how you looked at her.”

Drew cracked a grin. “Yeah, Prez. We value our fucking lives.”

I barked out a laugh and slammed my gavel on the table. “Someone make sure food is getting cooked. Aaliyah needs to eat.”

“Way ahead of you,” Law told me as he rose from his seat. “Like we’d let the queen go without what she needs.”

I ignored his last remark and stood as well, heading back down the hall to my room to get Aaliyah. She was playing on her phone when I walked in, scrolling through social media. She lowered the phone to look at me, a small smile on her face.



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