Luck of the Devil Read Online Marie James (Ravens Ruin MC #2)

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ravens Ruin MC Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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“Not really, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Why do you need this info?”

“What else is there?” I ask ignoring his question.

“I have his college transcripts if you want to dig deeper, but this guy seems pretty perfect. Thinking of investing with him? Doesn’t seem like the type to roll over when he’s pressured to launder money or some shit if that’s where your head is at.”

“Molly is working for him,” I answer, caving with minimal information to keep him from digging any deeper into the whys.

“Prez’s sister?” His brow furrows. “I thought that chick was yours?”

The growl that erupts from my throat is enough to make his eyes wide.

“I’m not pushing up on your territory man,” he assures me. “I haven’t laid eyes on the chick.”

My anger simmers, rumbling right under the surface, begging me to let it escape to release some of the damn agitation that has been building since I walked in on my fucking best friend handing a box of condoms to my girl.

Not my girl, I remind myself.

“As the sister of both the president and enforcer of the Ravens Ruin, it’s my job to make sure that she’s safe.”

Virus smiles. “Awesome.” He waves his hand up and down indicating my stiff stature. “I almost believed that. Repeat it about a million times in front of the mirror, and maybe a blind man would believe you.”

“Did you forget what happened to your old club president?” He shakes his head, not an ounce of fear in his eyes. “You know I could kill you and no one would blink?”

“Bury me with my computer, and I’ll go to hell happy.” His grin is both agitating and refreshing. He’s the perfect fucking fit for this damn club, even if I’d never tell him that to his face.

“Find more on that bastard,” I demand as I turn toward the door. “No one is that squeaky clean.”

“Aye aye Captain,” he mocks to my back as I leave the office and head to the bar.

Ten in the morning or not, a cold fucking beer is about the only thing that sounds good right now. I drain the damn thing the second the prospect shoves it in my hand. I wave at him to give me another before I can do what my head is telling me. I don’t imagine Molly would be very happy if I showed up and sat in the waiting room at the vet’s office until she got off work, and I’d bet she’d be livid if I insisted on tagging along on her date with the perfect fucking vet.

“I know that look,” TJ says as I carry my beer across the room and fall onto the couch. “Did you interrupt the birds and bees talk between Molly and Lynch?”

Looking over at him, I’m surprised to find a flat and mildly agitated look on his normally playful face.

“If it helps, he insisted I get the variety pack after looking at his picture online. I think he suspects the poor doctor is single because he’s got a micro-peen.”

I refuse to engage with him. He’s been in a shitty mood for weeks. His phone has replaced club whore pussy, and all he does is stare down at the motherfucker and grow agitated. He seems to find joy these days in pissing others off around him.

“If that’s the case,” he continues without being prompted like the asshole he is. “Even if she fucks him, you may still have a shot at her cherry.”

Standing, my half-full beer drops to the floor, rolling out of the way and leaving a trail of bubbles in its wake.

“That’s your fucking sister you’re talking about you piece of shit.”

“True,” he says with a smirk, completely unaffected by my outburst. First Virus, now TJ? I’m losing my fucking touch. “But what is she to you?”

My jaw snaps shut with such force my eyes sting.

“Think about that, why don’t you?”

His eyes narrow when an alert sounds from his phone. Looking down, his face goes from dickhead instigator to red-hot fury.

“I swear to fucking God,” he curses as he stands and makes for the front door.

“Something you need help with?” I ask to his back.

“Nothing I can’t handle on my own,” he mutters before slamming the front door behind him. The aggressive roar of his bike echoes around the living room before fading off into the distance. He’s been doing that a lot lately as well.

“I think he’s got another girl outside of the clubhouse.”

I don’t even bother turning my head to acknowledge Legs. Even with the sadness in her voice, I can’t focus on anything but my own damn problems right now.

“Do you need a shoulder to cry on, baby?” Ronan swoops in to save the day with a huge grin on his face.

Legs giggles, not one to dwell on disappointment long, and they disappear down the hallway together.



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