Kendric Read online Bella Jewel (King’s Descendants MC #4)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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"Save the fuckin' pity party and finish the story," I growl.

Samson glances at me and continues. "This girl, her name was Annalise. She was all fucked up, crazy, you know? She and I had a very brief relationship. Took my virginity. I was young. She was young. It was fucked. Drugs and alcohol. She came to me a month or so after it ended, told me she was pregnant. I flipped out. You can imagine how fuckin' scary that was for me, just shy of sixteen fuckin' years old. I told my brother, I didn't have parents. Only had him. I hated him, but I knew he could help me."

"Blanche," Alarick snarls.

"Yeah, Blanche. I told him, he went and spoke to her. Came back to me a few days later, told me she got an abortion, and wouldn't bother me again. That was the end of that. I went on my way, separated from him, and joined the club. I didn't even question if it was true. I just wanted to be done with it. Never spoke to him again after that. Knew he was high and mighty, knew he was doin' big things for himself, but I didn't give a fuck. He left me to my life, and I left him to his."

"You're fuckin' lyin'!" Alarick bellows, slamming his fist onto a table. "If that were true, you wouldn't have backstabbed us."

"Listen," Samson growls, his voice gravelly. "When Briella came into town and started lookin' into Magnolia's disappearance, and the club got involved, things changed. He came to me, out of the blue, and told me that I needed to stop you all or he'd make me pay. I didn't give a shit, told him to go fuck himself, and if he was involved in all the illegal shit with Dax and Peter, he was goin' down."

He pauses, his face tightening.

"So, he showed me a birth certificate. For a woman named Annalise, and a guy...me. A baby born, a little girl, seven months after he told me she got an abortion. I didn't fuckin' believe him. I didn't because I would have known about it. He presented a fuckin' DNA test. This cunt had been holdin' that under his belt all these years, so fuckin' smart. He was waitin' for a time when he'd have to use it. He told me he had followed Annalise and found out she had passed away, and my daughter was in foster care. He went, adopted her, and fuckin' took her out of the system. He has her. He has my little fuckin' girl."

"How can you be so fuckin' sure?" I snarl. "He could be makin' all of it up. Fake DNA, fake birth certificates. Surely you're not that fuckin' stupid, Samson?"

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through, and then turns the screen around and faces it towards us. I glance at Alarick, and he nods, I walk forward and take the phone from his hands. On the screen is a picture of Blanche and a girl. She's only maybe sixteen or so, beautiful. She looks exactly like Samson. There is no way in the fuckin' world you'd ever assume she belonged to anyone else. Long, thick black hair. Brown eyes. A face that's a replica of his.

She's beautiful.

I hand the phone to Alarick, and I know the moment he sees it too because his face drops.

Samson goes on.

"When he found out you were all lookin' into Dax, he used it against me. It started small. Make sure I was leadin' you all in the wrong direction. Then when Waverly was sent in, he sent me a fuckin' video of him hurtin' her. Told me he'd kill her and film it for me to see if I didn't give him everything he needed. So, I told him about Waverly. That was fuckin' it. That's how Dax knew. It's how they came up with the fuckin' plan."

Alarick looks to him, his face confused, broken, and hurt.

"Then he found out Zariah was involved. It was the perfect chance for him to come to town and get closer to make sure you all stopped. That's what he did. He got her workin' on a case for him, got himself right where he needed to be. He's fuckin' smart."

"Fuck!" Alarick bellows. "Zariah could be fuckin' dead, do you fuckin' understand that?"

"She's not dead," Samson mutters, his teeth gritting through the evident pain. "He won't kill her; he'll sell her. Then he's goin' to take down this entire club. He'll finish this, don't you fuckin' doubt it."

"Not if we get in first, he won't," Alarick says, crossing his arms. "You're goin' to find out how to get to him, and you're goin' to do it now. If you don't, we'll kill you here and now, and you'll never fuckin' see your daughter again."



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