Pop Goes the Biker (Turf Wars #3) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Turf Wars Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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“Only one way to get him over this love affair,” Doris adds. “And that’s to get underneath him.”

I grin. “Doris, I’m not sleeping with Beckett.”

“Why not? He’s clearly crying out for help and you’re right there, able to help.”

I laugh. “He’s not crying for anything.”

“He is, when men are moody it’s because they’re hurt. Help him by giving him a distraction.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him.”

Eve raises her brows. “I mean, it’s not a bad idea.”

“Eve!”

“Come on, it would do you both some good. Imagine how fun it would be working together and banging at the same time.”

“Don’t say banging, Eve, it’s crude,” Doris chastises.

I close my eyes and shake my head, laughing. “You two are crazy.”

“Let it happen, dear.” Doris shrugs. “You might find it’ll solve a lot of your problems.”

I mean, would it, though?

It kind of could solve some things if Beckett saw me in a different light. Maybe he’d be far more willing to help a girl out.

And ... well ... I could use some sex.

Some hot biker sex.

Maybe I’ll consider it.

Maybe.

7

“Fuck,” Beckett growls, looking at his phone.

“What?” I ask.

“I’ve gotta go.”

I blink, holding a huge sheet of uncut paper in my hands. “What do you mean you’ve got to go? We have a full night of work ahead.”

“It’s urgent, I’ll be back later.”

I narrow my eyes. “There are no guards tonight, I’ll be on my own.”

“You’re safe for now, you’ll be fine. Nobody is going to come here when a deal is in place. I won’t be long, just keep workin’.”

I frown. “It’ll take me triple the time doing it on my own. What’s so urgent you have to go right now?”

“It’s personal.”

Ah, Becky.

Of course.

I shake my head. “Whatever, Beckett. Bring me back some pizza, you owe me that.”

He stares at me and I widen my eyes. “What?”

“Pizza?”

“Yes, pizza. You got a problem with that?”

“Not a salad?”

I narrow my eyes. “Now you’re being insulting.”

He gives a small grin, just a tiny one, and then turns and walks out.

“Thanks for the protection,” I call.

“I’ll be back. I’ve got my phone.”

Five minutes later, I’m alone.

I put some music on and keep working. Now that I am making double the money to give Dane something to catch these guys on, I really need to work harder. I have no idea yet how I’ll plant the money on them but guarantee I will. I work until my fingers hurt and my back aches before I stop and decide I’ll take an hour break until Beckett returns.

Headlights alert me to the fact that he’s back just as I sit down to have a drink.

“Back already, that didn’t take two bloody hours or anything,” I yell out.

No response.

Rude.

The door opens, and I get up to give him another mouthful but see it’s not Beckett coming in, but two unknown men. I’ve not seen them before, but seeing guns in their hands tells me that this is a very bad situation. I immediately take a step for my own gun, but the blond man at the front holds his up. “Don’t move.”

I freeze, sucking air deep into my burning lungs as I hold my breath, my brain scrambling to try and find something to protect me.

“Who are you?” I manage to ask, hands up by my head, body stiff.

“We’re here on behalf of Rocco.”

Fucking Rocco.

“I said I’d deliver Mateo, I’m not sure what else he could possibly want?”

Blondie grins. “It’s not that he wants anything, it’s that he doesn’t trust you. He wants a message sent, a message that’ll ensure you deliver what he’s asked of you.”

That sounds terrible.

“I said I would,” I say, taking a step back as they get closer.

“You can understand that we aren’t taking your word for it.”

My heart races as the man behind Blondie lowers his gun and places it in his pocket before taking a step toward me.

“Can’t you just tell him I am going to deliver and that’s the end of it?” I say, taking a shaky step backward.

“You double crossed him once, he isn’t going to believe you won’t do it again.”

“That was a damned accident!” I yell.

“Sorry, we do as we’re asked, no questions asked. You gotta understand that he’s going to make sure you follow through, and we’re here to deliver his message.”

I swallow, suddenly feeling very, very sick. This might not kill me, but it’s going to be painful, that much I can tell just by the fact that they’ve managed to watch me, locate me, and get in just to deliver a damned message.

“Please,” I say, my voice far weaker than I’d like. “I’m just a damned girl, you honestly can’t be that disgusting that you’ll hurt a girl.”

Blondie grins. “I’ve done far worse to them.”

He moves with lightning speed and, before I can step away or even try to run, he slams his gun down over my head. The loud crack echoes through the warehouse as I fall to the ground, the pain unlike anything I’ve experienced before. My world is spinning as I crash onto the ground, blood pouring from a wound in my head. I clutch each side, crying out as a sharp pain shoots through my skull. This is the worst pain I’ve ever known.



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