Monster (Royal Bastards MC – Belfast Northern Ireland #1) Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Royal Bastards MC - Belfast Northern Ireland Series by Dani Rene
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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The image of her blurs, and my vision is stolen when I drop my head against hers and shut my eyes. And I do the one thing I haven’t done in years–I pray. Never once did I think I’d be on my knees, calling out to a God who long ago had forsaken me, beggin’ for him to bring my mother to life. She always wanted me to join her in prayer. And it’s in her death I finally do.

I don’t know how long I’m on my knees, but when I feel a hand on my shoulder, I glance up, the sun momentarily blinding me. He steps into the light, and I see Rebel staring down at me. The look on his face tells me everything I need to know.

Today I become the President.

And today, I make a vow of revenge.

ONE

MONSTER

Present Day

Our warehouse is abandoned. Outside Belfast, it sits in an area where most sane folk don’t venture. They know it’s owned by the Royal Bastards MC, and they know to respect our privacy. The peelers don’t bother comin’ out here either, because they know they’ll get paid generously to turn a blind eye. We don’t give them a reason to pin anythin’ on us while we help them clean up the city. It’s the only reason they allow us to do as we please.

Flickin’ the blade open, I smile when the man before me cowers. I’ve spent a long time watchin’ these bastards. I want to find the man who killed my ma, and I know I’m getting closer. Today is the first time in years I feel I’m right on the edge, and I’m about to uncover the truth.

Since that day, holding my ma’s dead body in my arms, I’d been on a mission. Nothin’ coulda stopped me from this path I’ve chosen. I don’t know if she woulda been angry with me, watchin’ me torture and kill, but I need this. My blood boils every time I find out more information.

The confessions of fifty dead men still replay in my mind. It was the Irish mafia. Even though they came for me, for my family, I don’t know why. Da isn’t around to offer me answers, so I’m goin’ ta have to find them myself.

“P-please,” the bastard begs as he looks up at me with watery eyes. They shimmer in the darkness. Nighttime is when I work best. The shadows hide all sorts of acts. I’ve seen them all. As the President of the Royal Bastards MC, Belfast Chapter, I’ve taken the club my da left behind, and I ensured it didn’t fall apart. The men didn’t trust me at first, I was a youngen with no experience.

But now, ten years down the line, I’m the feckin’ king.

“Snivelin’ won’t get you free from this,” I tell him. “You give me answers, and I’ll think about endin’ you quick.” I lean in and get in his face. Allowing the blade to slide against his cheek, I smile when a sliver of blood trickles from the cut. His pained hiss makes me chuckle. “That isn’t the worst thing we can do to you,” I continue. “Now, tell me where to find the bastard in charge.”

I should be shittin’ myself in fear of finding Bragan. But I ain’t because the moment I do, I’m goin’ ta kill him. My focus has been to avenge Ma’s death. I left fear back on the street the day she died. Nothing prepared me for seeing her shot like that. And I’ve seen some bad shite in my life.

“I-I-I don’t know,” the bastard spits out, blood dripping from his mouth as he looks up at me. I can tell we’ve gotten all we can out of him, which only means one thing. No witnesses, nobody to run back to their leader to tell on me.

I don’t think twice about pressing the blade against his neck. The blood that slowly seeps from the wound drenches my fingers. It turns the metal red. Death comes to us all—there is no escaping it. And when you least expect it, you’ll end up six feet under.

“Any last words?” I can’t stop the smile from appearing on my face. I no longer feel anything. I’m numb to emotion, to guilt or pain, or even fear. I allowed heartbreak to hold me hostage for so long, but as the years went by, I shoved all those human feelings into a box and locked it up tight. I’m no longer a man. I’ve become a monster.

“P-please, Cathal,” he begs, using my given name. It’s the one my mother gifted me when I was born. Taken from the Celtic elements that bring together a meaning of battle and rule. I was brought into this world with violence in my veins. It ran through my blood, and it has become synonymous with how I run the club.



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