Whiskey Burning Read Online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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We reach the tenth floor and step out. I turn to both the girls. “Thank you, I really appreciate your help.”

“We just made a hundred bucks for doing absolutely nothing.” Charlie grins. “Fine by me. Happy to oblige.”

“Are you visiting Seattle, or do you live here?” I ask, making conversation for a few minutes before they go back down.

“From Denver,” Charlie says, running her fingers through her fiery red hair.

She’s gorgeous, no doubt.

“Well, when you get home, look us up. We’d happily have a few beers with you.”

She glances at me. I’m not wearing my jacket tonight after the chaos I caused today on the street, so I realize she’s probably confused.

“Iron Fury MC.”

Her eyes get big, and she grins. “No shit.”

“Shit.”

Her grin gets bigger. “We’ll definitely do that, biker boy. Now go and get your girl.”

I nod, and then to Cherry. “Thank you, ladies. And don’t let that security guard see you going back out or he’ll wonder what you did with me.”

They both laugh, and with a wave and a “later” they’re gone.

I start making my way toward room 1007, where I know Scarlett is.

I’m a mixture of pissed off and regretful. Mostly pissed off.

Because for all I know, she could be using me to fuck around with whatever show her ex-boyfriend is running.

And she had no fucking right to run off and act like I cheated on her.

We’re not together.

Fuck.

My head is a god damned mess, and my rage is pent up from the day’s events.

And Scarlett Belle is about to see the biker side she’s asked about so many times.

Because I’m pissed. And I want her. And fuck her. And fuck this.

I can only fucking pray she’s alone.

And that she’ll open the damned door.

I don’t want to have to kick it down.

But I will.

Oh.

I will.

-14-

SCARLETT

Jerk.

Fucking jerk.

I just had to convince security that I just went out with Amalie to grab something to eat and not to wake Susan and tell her because she’d get upset. Then I had to sit through a twenty-minute lecture on how dangerous it was, and how I needed to inform them. I then had to be an absolute asshole, and say to them, that if they were watching properly, they would have seen me go out. That was enough to make them close their mouths and accept it.

They weren’t happy.

I basically blackmailed them into saying nothing.

So not only am I a terrible, disgusting human being, but I’m hurt and jealous and pissed off, too.

I can’t stop the ache in my heart. And I have absolutely no reason for it.

He’s not with me. He owes me nothing. That’s just the fact of the matter. We’re friends and this, this right here, is exactly why we should have never kissed and simply stayed that way. Because whatever fire burns between us, it’s intense and it’s all consuming. Every intimate second we spend together only makes it stronger. We should have never allowed it to go any further.

Maybe then I wouldn’t be hurting so much right now.

Over nothing.

Nothing.

I close my eyes and press my hands over my face, trying to push back the images of his cock driving into that woman, of the look on her face, of the way his big hands grabbed her ass. Jealousy floods me, it burns like a fire in the pit of my belly and I make a loud, angry noise in my throat.

Damn him.

And damn me for being so fucking pathetic.

A knock sounds at my door, and my head jerks up. I blink a few times, and look around. Shit. Did security end up telling Susan? God, I hope not. I’ll never be able to explain that one away. Or is it Amalie? Maybe she’s checking in on me. In that case, I better answer it. I walk over, and without looking, open the door.

I freeze.

Maverick is standing, hands by his sides balled into fists, eyes intense and on fire, penetrating right through me.

I blink.

I open my mouth.

Nothing comes out.

It takes a moment, but finally my pathetic jealousy and anger all bubbles to the surface and I snap, “I don’t allow pigs into my room. You might want to try another one. Perhaps there is a girl somewhere in this building you can delve your dick into. That seems to be your thing. Why not go for two in one night?”

Wrong thing to say.

He steps in, putting a hand on my chest and pushing me backward. He kicks the door closed behind him and keeps pushing me until my back hits a wall. Then he leans down, panting, breath tickling my face, and growls, “When I call out to you, you stop.”

Beg your pardon?

He did not just drop that after what I just saw? What I just said?

I raise my hands and I shove at his chest. He doesn’t even flinch. Frustrated, I shove again and again. “Fuck you, Maverick. Get out of my room, you jerk!”



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