Finn – Dirty Misfits MC Read Online Savannah Rylan

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)

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Finn - Dirty Misfits MC

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Savannah Rylan

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She's nothing like me. Like us. Like the Dirty Misfits.
Sloane's a cop. And I ain't going back to jail. F*ck that noise.
So why am I hung up on her? She's a badass for one.
But still, she's not for me. Until she gets hurt.
Now I'm stuck with her. Taking care of her.
Protecting her. And falling for her.
F*ck. This was easier when she was just a badge.
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I hated this house. Every time I walked through it, I was reminded of all the terrible things that had taken place behind its front door. The people that lost their lives and the blood stains that never saw justice.

I thought about her. My ex.

And how I still wanted to wring her stepfather’s fucking neck.

“Hey. Finn.”

I heard Tanner’s voice and I turned away from the ocean view in front of me.

“Yeah?” I asked.

He jogged up to me. “I called Summer’s sister, Sloane.”

I blinked. “And?”

“I need your help convincing the guys to let her help.”

I furrowed my brow. “Sorry, what?”

Tanner placed his hand on my shoulder. “I know it’s a shitty position to put you in, but--.”

I shrugged his hand off. “You’re damn right, it’s a shitty position.”

“What’s a shitty position?” Archer asked.

Tanner glared at me. “You owe me. You know that.”

I stood my ground. “Why is it that every time you want to run my ass through the wringer, you bring up the fact that you helped me become a prospect? You know damn good and well they’re gonna chew your ass off for this, and I’m not going down with you. Not this time.”

“Down for what?” Porter asked.

Tanner rolled his eyes. “Come on out of the woodwork, everyone. We gotta talk.”

I turned back toward the ocean and thought about all of the blood that had been washed away upon its shoreline. I thought about all of the shadows and terrible memories that would strangle me so long as we were in this house. It was because of those shadows--because of those demons--that I couldn’t sell the house off. Because believe, I’ve tried.

But, what was the use in telling the crew that?

Not like we had anywhere else to go.

“What’s going on? What’s the fuss about?” Brooks asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Great.”

Tanner cleared his throat. “We need help. More help than we can provide for ourselves. So, I called Sloane.”

“Who the fuck is Sloane?” Porter asked.

I peered over my shoulder. “Summer’s sister. You know, the cop.”

The room fell silent and I felt their anger seeping from their pores. Tanner nudged me, but I kept my back to them because I sure as hell wasn’t gonna be roped into this fucking scheme. I didn’t owe Tanner shit. Not after all of the messes I’d had to clean up ever since I became a prospect with the Dirty Misfits.

He could clean this one up by himself.

“I’m sure you meant well,” Porter said as he tried to keep his voice calm, “but bringing a cop into the mix right now really isn’t a good idea.”

Tanner scoffed. “It’s the only shot we’ve got, and you know it. We need someone from law enforcement on our side. Someone who’s going to take some risks. And I believe that person is Sloane. I mean, she works in the Special Victims’ Unit for crying out loud. This is her arena.”

“In Santa Barbara, sure,” Brooks said with a shrug, “but not here in Santa Cruz.”

Archer nodded. “Yeah, her jurisdiction is over four hours away.”

Tanner shook his head. “Not if she is granted special permissions by the local department. Then, she can come and go as she pleases.”

I sighed as I finally turned around. “It’s a shit idea, and you know it. The only reason why you didn’t run it by us before you placed that phone call was because you knew we’d all react this way.”

Archer furrowed his brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be on his side?”

I threw my hands into the air. “The man introduces me to the crew and now I’m his bitch? You guys should know me much better than that by now. I’ve been a prospect for almost two damn years.”

Brooks grinned. “Yeah, longer than any of us were.”

The guys chuckled, but I didn’t find it funny. They were always teasing me about stupid bullshit and coming up with reasons as to why I couldn't be made a “full member” yet.

I was a few steps away from leaving them all in the dust, to be honest.

“Look,” Tanner groaned, “if we can get Sloane on our side, she can get the cops to focus on the trafficking part of the case. That’s where the focus needs to be. Taking down the Black Flags isn’t about slaughtering them and pushing them out. It’s about stopping their only source of revenue in the city. And you know we aren’t equipped to take down a fucking sex and human trafficking ring.”

“I don’t know, he’s got a point,” Cole murmured.

“I don’t want that fucker in jail,” Porter glowered, “I want him dead. I want to put a bullet between his eyes and watch him bleed out at my feet.”

Brooks nodded. “Same. That jackass doesn’t deserve another shred of the light of day.”

I pointed at the two of them. “That. That right there is what we need, Tanner, not some fucking cop.”