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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I start jerking my dick, fingers curled tight, moving up to curl over the head a few times before sliding all the way down to the base. I do this a few times, making my balls ache and my cock swell in my hand. I jerk harder, closing my eyes, thinking of how amazing it felt to suck her sweet little clit into my mouth. God damn. I fuck my own hand frantically, back arched, jaw tight, and I know this isn’t going to take long.

I come hard, jets of semen spurting up and landing on my belly. A ragged moan escapes my mouth and I pump it harder, until there is nothing left.

I let my cock go and reach over, grabbing my shirt from last night and wiping myself clean. I toss the shirt and stand, walking naked into the shower. I make it long and hot, but a pounding at the door interrupts me mid-way through. I get out with a grumble, dry off, and walk into the main area and over to the front door, towel wrapped around my waist. I open it to see Koda and Mal standing, both looking ... wound up.

“Get dressed, we gotta talk, some shit is goin’ down and we need to figure out what the fuck it is,” Mal orders, storming into my motel room followed by Koda.

They look serious, so I move quickly, getting dressed and then joining them at the small round table they sit at.

“What’s the deal?” I ask, looking between them.

“Finally got some information on the leader of this big fuckin’ show, and we were right, it’s Treyton.”

I flinch and growl out, “So, he’s runnin’ it?”

“Yeah, but that’s as much as we could get out of the fucker we pulled in. Took a lot of fuckin’ torturin’ to get that much, and even then, we had to trick the fucker by actin’ like we knew and droppin’ Treyton’s name. Sure enough, we were right. He wasn’t openin’ his mouth after that. Dead now. Either way he was gonna end up dead. Might as well be at our hands.”

“So, the only thing you know is that Treyton is top dog. And that for whatever reason, his men are followin’ Scarlett.”

“That’s what we don’t get,” Koda mutters, lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t smoke in here, bro,” I say, giving him a nod.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he continues, inhaling, and then continuing. “What would they want Scarlett for?”

“Can’t seem to figure that out, either,” I say. “Which is why I wondered if she had somethin’ to do with it.”

“Nah,” Mal says, rubbing his face in exhaustion. “She doesn’t. But they are usin’ her, or want to use her, for somethin’. Could be her money. Could be something she knows. Could be that she’s got us tailin’ her and they want to keep an eye on our location. They know by now we’re lookin’, and we’re gettin’ closer, which means they’re goin’ to start getting very fuckin’ careful.”

“Anyone know where Trey is?” I ask, clenching and unclenching my fists, wondering what the hell that fucker has up his sleeve for Scarlett.

“No,” Mal grunts. “Nobody wants to speak, and we can’t get any information. Anyone we speak to refuses to say. Know that some of our leads we found are movin’ around city to city where Scarlett goes. Makes me wonder what he’s plannin’ for her.”

“Was just thinkin’ that myself,” I murmur. “So, basically, we’re not really any fuckin’ closer to findin’ this prick and killin’ his operation. Alls we know is that Scarlett is somehow involved and it’s all linked.”

“Listen, bro, we only have involvement because they’re runnin’ drugs through our turf and sellin’ around town. They’re causin’ uproar and puttin’ heat on us. The business with Scarlett we either choose to worry about or not. But it has little to do with the club. We just want to get our hands on him and make it known that he does not fuck around in our town.”

“So, you’re sayin’ you’re not willin’ to look into whatever the fuck it is they’re tryin’ to do with Scarlett?” I growl, anger bubbling in my chest.

“What I’m sayin’,” Mal says, voice calm. “Is that we’re willing to dig deeper, give her protection, and blow this shit out of the water once and for all, but it’ll be your call, she’s your girl.”

“She ain’t my girl, but I don’t want her gettin’ hurt, either. That fucker needs to be stopped. Either way, we gotta stop him.”

“I can find him, stop him,” Mal goes on. “Don’t have to involve your girlfriend for that. What I’m askin’ you, Maverick, is do you want the clubs help in her protection and are we finding out why the hell he’s following her from city to city?”

“Yeah, I want your fuckin’ help. Let’s bring it all down.”



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