Sold to the Bikers – Screaming Eagles MC Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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Cain gestures at Crusher. "Hey. Go get the girl."

A few moments later, he returns with Sandra, a slighter, younger version of Natalie. He's got a tight grip on her wrist. The moment she sees what's going on, her expression fills with dismay and she shakes her head. "No, no, no."

Crusher, though, he's all ugly smiles. "Don't worry, sweet tits. You're safe here."

"Sandra, I’m here!" Natalie pulls at Quickshot, but he refuses to let her go. I nod with approval. There's fucking nothing she has to say that she can't say from here where we can protect her. "We've come to get you!"

"Natalie, go home. Don't get involved with this." Sandra looks wildly around the courtyard, but her gaze snaps back to her sister.

"What are you talking about? I'm already so freaking involved, you have no idea. Come home with us."

Crusher puts himself behind Sandra, keeping his left hand locked around her wrist while he slides his hand up her body until he wraps it around her slim throat. Her eyes widen, but she doesn't struggle. "Little Sandra's decided to move in. She's here because she fucking wants to be." He presses a kiss on the top of her head, and I have to cling harder to keep Animal from charging right the fuck up there. "She's my fucking girlfriend. Isn't that right?"

Sandra nods. "It's true. I am."

What the fuck?

34

NATALIE

"Arrgh!" I'm literally growling. I might just be Sandra's big sister, but right now I'm ready to go freaking mama bear on Crusher. "Let her go!"

"Or what?" He sounds completely unconcerned, his gap filled grin wide. "She fucking chose to come here. Even if I let go, she'll stay. I just like feeling her under my hands." Then he looks at the guys flanking me. "You boys know exactly what I mean, dontcha?"

"Take me instead. This isn't right."

"I already fucking had you, sold you, and you know what? You're way too much fucking trouble. Why the fuck should I take you back when I know those assholes are gonna come gunning? I like Sandra much better. She fucking understands what I want."

"Crusher," comes Quickshot's deathly cold voice, the one that sends shivers down my back and not in a good way. I stop struggling, not wanting to distract him, because I don't know what he's about to do. "I'll give you exactly five seconds to let go of her." No need for more of a threat than that.

Cain is the one to hold up his hands to break in. "Everyone, shut the fuck up. You too, Crusher. You fuckers have seen the girl is safe, and it's her choice to be here. I advise that you take your whole fucking circus, pack it up and get it the fuck out of here before we decide to take issue. It won't turn out well for you."

"The fuck? Are you going to—"

Eagle-eye holds up a hand, cutting off Animal mid-sentence. "Cain. I thought you were fucking smarter than this. You wanted a seat at the big boy table? I was fucking ready to give you one, but don’t fuck with us."

Cain laughs, and I don't like it. A moment ago, he seemed a little unsure, but now he’s getting more confident, and that can't possibly be a good thing for us. "It's a good thing we won't have to then."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" King looks around suspiciously. Meanwhile, the Eagles are spreading out, taking positions. The Unwanted are too, their guys getting behind cover where they can, or pulling into the buildings.

Quickshot starts dragging me towards one of the outbuildings. "I'm getting her into cover."

"Coming." Badass and Animal follow, making sure to keep themselves between me and the Unwanted.

I struggle again. "But wait, what about Sandra?"

"They brought her inside. Something's about to go down. We'll deal with her once you're out of the open."

I don't have a chance against his strength.

We're really exposed out here, I realize, especially as the Unwanted seem to be hunkering down. Oh God, is this turning into a shootout? They can't be that crazy, can they? Or the Unwanted that stupid? The Eagles outnumber them at least two to one.

It takes a moment before I become aware of the rumble of engines. Many engines. More bikers? Or something else?

Quickshot throws me forwards towards the lawn behind the outbuilding. I scream and put my hands out to catch myself. The grass is soft, luckily, and before I have a chance to gather myself, he's on top of me and rolling me with him. A moment later, a gunshot cracks, and I scream again.

Quickshot drags me right up against the wall. "Stay fucking close, no matter what you do. Shit's going down."

"We should never have fucking brought her," growls Animal as he puts himself right at the corner of the building. He's got not just one, but two guns out, one in each hand. He glances around the corner quickly, then pulls his head back just as fast.



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