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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"At least here we have fucking control over her," snaps Badass. “Otherwise, she'd be fucking out there, charging in alone to rescue Sandra somehow. "I don't fucking like this."

"Of course we don't fucking like it," I scream. "People are shooting at us!"

The engines are getting louder, turning into a constant rumble, followed by the squeal of tires. What's happening?

A black SUV comes charging in through the gate, smashing straight through a row of motorcycles with a crash that makes my ears hurt. Parts and whole bikes scatter around them.

"Motherfucker!" yells Animal.

Those belonged to the Eagles. It makes me sick to think that people I know might be hurt or dying right now. Then three more SUVs follow, and as they spread out in the courtyard, they mow down more bikes I thought the sound of nails on chalkboard was bad, but motorcycles getting dragged along the asphalt is ten times worse. I throw my hands to my ears and huddle up.

When the scraping sounds stop, the SUVs are parked in a square formation so they form shields for whoever's inside. And then there's more gunfire, automatic this time. The building we're hiding behind is made of brick, and as Animal and Badass pull back, chunks of it spray past us as bullets dig into it.

"It's the goddamn Mafia," shouts Animal. "I'm going to kill every motherfucking one of them.

"Hang back," orders Badass. "Don't do anything stupid or I'll be the one to kill you, Animal. I'm not going to risk fucking losing you again."

While they yell at each other, Quickshot doesn't say a word. He just pulls his gun casually and moves to the corner. He ducks out, fires, then pulls back. Someone screams, just for a moment, and then a whole barrage of gunfire slams into the wall just beyond the corner.

Oh God, we're going to die. So much for saving Sandra.

We can't even save ourselves.

35

QUICKSHOT

"We're fucking pinned down," snaps Badass. "The fucker must've called in the whole goddamn Fabbri family. How the hell did they get here so fast?"

"It's that Giancarlo guy. I bet that fucker called them as soon as we showed up. They’ve just been killing time." Animal sticks one of his pistols out and fires twice. Someone screams, but there's a lot of those fuckers.

And we have to keep Natalie safe.

"It doesn't matter where they came from or how they got here. We need to find a more defensible position. And we need to get there before we run outta ammo." I look around for options, then start running down the back of the building to see if there's any on the other side. "You guys stay here."

"Got it."

I look around the corner, and pull my head back just as fucking fast. A pistol cracks and a bullet whines by like a furious bee.

Three, two, one…

I poke my head out, just long enough to find the fucker, aim and pull the trigger. He goes down like the target in a carnival shooting booth, not even having time to scream. I didn't come here to start the fight, but I'm going to fucking finish it.

"Come!" I wave for the others. The coast looks clear.

"What's your plan?" asks Animal.

"Cover, protect Natalie, find Sandra, get the fuck out."

"Fair enough," says Badass. "How do we do it?"

"This way." The Unwanted clubhouse is an old mansion, long past its prime when this section of town was worth something. The fucker who was shooting was using a side door for cover. A way out is a way in. "Quick."

I move first, skirting the fringes of the fight. It’s not as safe as I’d like, but most of the attention is elsewhere.

Animal comes first, stopping behind a post with both guns pointed towards the courtyard. He waves for Natalie to run. She takes one terrified look towards the action, then dashes across, getting behind the railing I'm using for cover.

Badass comes last, throwing himself down to hide his big frame. "We should be getting Natalie outta here, not bringing her inside."

"No fucking argument here, other than that the way out's a fucking warzone right now and there's no fucking way she's letting us leave without at least trying to find Sandra." I glare at her, just so she knows exactly how dumb of an idea I think it is. “What do we do if she doesn’t want to come with us?”

"Who?" Natalie looks up at me from where she's crouched. "Sandra? She has to come with us."

"She's a goddamn adult. You don't have to fucking like it, but she's old enough to make her own choices. I’m not saying I buy her sudden love for that human shit stain, but I'm not going to fucking carry her out kicking and screaming." I look in the door for trouble, but the room's empty. "Come."



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