Brick’s House (Royal Bastards MC – Roanoke – VA #1) Read Online Darlene Tallman

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royal Bastards MC - Roanoke - VA Series by Darlene Tallman
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 53830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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Brick
I never expected a chance reunion with my old friend, Declan, who is now with the RBMC, to result in my club, the Roanoke Raiders MC, to patch over, but it’s happening. When I get a cryptic message that I need to find someone, I find out that this new brotherhood my club has entered more than has my back. As secrets emerge, we find ourselves enmeshed in an issue that permeates the country. The question is, will we succeed or fail?

Rayleigh
My whole life has been one long, continuous nightmare. When I’m tossed out like trash and left for dead, I make peace with the fact that I’ll never know what it’s like to be loved. Waking up, I find myself surrounded by men in leather. Men who assure me that they’ll protect me and keep me safe, something I’ve never known.

**Suitable for ages 18+ due to adult content, language, and situations.**

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Raeleigh

Once upon a time, there was a little girl with long, blonde hair that surrounded her in curls…

Unfortunately, my life is anything but a fairytale. No, it’s a flat-out nightmare, one that will only result in one ending — my demise.

That probably sounds a bit fatalistic, but other than the wisp of a memory that I’m convinced is nothing more than wishful thinking, my life has been nothing but hell on earth. My earliest recollection is of my parents, Laura, and Dave, bossing me around, hitting me when I didn’t move fast enough, and totally ignoring my care as they partied and carried on with their friends. School stopped long ago when a teacher asked why I was wearing the same clothes three days in a row, then reported the faded bruises she saw. At least I learned how to read before that happened, although it’s not like I’ve been able to spend my days lost in another world.

I was their punching bag, cleaning lady, cook… and when I didn’t move fast enough because I was healing from a previous beating, I’d get another one so they could ‘show me who the boss was’ as if I ever had any doubts. My torso, upper legs, and lower back are covered in old scars because they would use whatever was handy when ‘punishing’ me. The one thing I don’t understand is why. I’ve always done the best I could, yet it was never good enough.

This time, however, I’m positive that I won’t survive my new environment. You see, my so-called parents traded me to some man named Enoch in order to get out of their own deaths. They owed him so much money due to their habits that when he came to collect, they offered me up instead.

I’ve been in this place which is little better than a shack for two weeks now. When he picked me up, I saw the cruelty in his eyes as he grabbed my arm and practically dragged me from the house. My parents are definitely worthless as far as raising me goes, but Enoch made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

He dropped me off with the instructions to clean the shithole up, locked me in from the outside, then left. The area is rather desolate, so even if I had the physical strength left to break a window then climb out, there’s nowhere to go. Woods surround this ramshackle place, with gaps between the walls, windows, and door which lets the cooler night air flow through. Three days ago, I started coughing. I can hear a wheeze every time I draw a breath, and any physical activity makes it worse. To top it all off, the food is all gone even though I rationed it as best as I could.

With regard to him demanding I clean the place up, there are no cleaning supplies to speak of. Nothing.

I did my best with what I had; the ice-cold water that came from the sink, a sliver from a bar of soap that was found in the shower, a bottle of vinegar that was in a kitchen cabinet, an old rag I was able to tear to make smaller, a raggedy broom. Over the years, I’ve become rather adept at creating something from nothing except this time, it wasn’t good enough. Enoch arrived earlier today and went into a rage when he found me, weak and malnourished even more than usual, slumped over the table as I rested in an attempt to finish what he told me he wanted done.

“You good for nothing lazy bitch!” he screamed as his fist slammed into my face, pushing me onto the floor. Several more blows landed, with one of them cutting me when his ring made contact with my skin. I could feel the blood running down my face as I struggled to breathe.


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