Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Michelle Betham
ain’t even gonna tell me your name?’
‘Not yet.’
Jesus! Talk about playing hard to get! Under normal circumstances I’d have walked away by now. I don’t play games. Not mind ones, anyway. But she’s different. I really can’t let her walk away. It feels – shit! It feels wrong!
‘See you around.’ She smiles, and I can’t ignore my throbbing cock any longer as I watch her walk away, her beautiful ass retreating outta my bar. An ass I want to hold onto as I thrust into her… Jesus Christ !
I head off in the direction of the men’s room, as casually as I can, considering I’ve got a hard-on from hell that refuses to go away, and I lock myself in a stall and release my aching cock, grasping it between my hands and rubbing it until I come in a torrent all over the floor.
Leaning back against the wall, my now-satisfied cock still in my hand, I close my eyes and release the longest, deepest breath.
I’m Mack Slayer.
President of the Soldiers of Darkness MC.
And for the first time in my fucked-up life I think I might just have let a woman get to me.
Izzi
As soon as I’m outside I stop and fall back against the wall, because I need to catch my breath. I felt as though I was suffocating in there. Pulling this off is a whole lot harder than I’d thought it would be, but I’m getting there.
He thinks I don’t know who he is, but I do. I’ve done my homework. He’s Mack Slayer, and he’s a pretty important guy around here, so I’ve heard. He runs the Soldiers of Darkness MC – he’s their President; a man with a reputation. Thinks he’s God’s gift and treats women like shit, but I don’t care about any of that. All I need from him is his help. I know Aiden and my father were gunned down by a motorcycle gang, but that’s all I know. I don’t know who they were, and nobody around here is talking. So I’m hoping that, by going straight to Mack, straight to a man who knows everything and everyone in this town, apparently; I’m hoping he can help me find some answers. But I can’t help feeling that I may have been slightly naïve. I’d had every intention of asking for his help tonight, but the second he approached me I knew I couldn’t do it, not yet. All that bravado I’d displayed in there, all that attitude, it was so hard to keep it up. Because, underneath it all, I’m scared.
Over the months I’ve been finding out all I can about MC culture; I’ve been finding out all I can about Mack and the Soldiers of Darkness, but, to be honest, information hasn’t exactly been easy to find. Both him and his club are a bit of a closed book, but I get that. I can understand why that is. But I know enough to give me some kind of an idea as to what I’m dealing with; enough for me to know what I had to become to do what I need to do. Because of everything that’s happened I’m now a harder, stronger person than I ever thought I could be. I was never weak, don’t get me wrong. My world was a tough one – happy, and exciting, but tough. My dad, he brought me up to look after myself. But I’m still scared. I don’t know if I have the courage to walk into this new and strange world, but I have to. I have to do this. I can’t leave here without carrying out the revenge I need to take. I’m doing this for Aiden. I’m doing it for my dad. I’m doing it for me , because I know I can’t carry on the way I have been doing. I’m not living, I’m just existing.
Just thinking about that night causes the almost constant anger I’ve been feeling for so long now to rise up again, like a fire in my belly that can’t be extinguished. Not yet. Not until I’ve finished the job. But I really can’t do it on my own. So I have to suck up any lingering nerves and get the answers I need. I have to find the help I’m looking for. Whatever it takes, I have to do it. But as I close my eyes, and think about what just happened in there – my first encounter with Mack Slayer – I begin to
‘Not yet.’
Jesus! Talk about playing hard to get! Under normal circumstances I’d have walked away by now. I don’t play games. Not mind ones, anyway. But she’s different. I really can’t let her walk away. It feels – shit! It feels wrong!
‘See you around.’ She smiles, and I can’t ignore my throbbing cock any longer as I watch her walk away, her beautiful ass retreating outta my bar. An ass I want to hold onto as I thrust into her… Jesus Christ !
I head off in the direction of the men’s room, as casually as I can, considering I’ve got a hard-on from hell that refuses to go away, and I lock myself in a stall and release my aching cock, grasping it between my hands and rubbing it until I come in a torrent all over the floor.
Leaning back against the wall, my now-satisfied cock still in my hand, I close my eyes and release the longest, deepest breath.
I’m Mack Slayer.
President of the Soldiers of Darkness MC.
And for the first time in my fucked-up life I think I might just have let a woman get to me.
Izzi
As soon as I’m outside I stop and fall back against the wall, because I need to catch my breath. I felt as though I was suffocating in there. Pulling this off is a whole lot harder than I’d thought it would be, but I’m getting there.
He thinks I don’t know who he is, but I do. I’ve done my homework. He’s Mack Slayer, and he’s a pretty important guy around here, so I’ve heard. He runs the Soldiers of Darkness MC – he’s their President; a man with a reputation. Thinks he’s God’s gift and treats women like shit, but I don’t care about any of that. All I need from him is his help. I know Aiden and my father were gunned down by a motorcycle gang, but that’s all I know. I don’t know who they were, and nobody around here is talking. So I’m hoping that, by going straight to Mack, straight to a man who knows everything and everyone in this town, apparently; I’m hoping he can help me find some answers. But I can’t help feeling that I may have been slightly naïve. I’d had every intention of asking for his help tonight, but the second he approached me I knew I couldn’t do it, not yet. All that bravado I’d displayed in there, all that attitude, it was so hard to keep it up. Because, underneath it all, I’m scared.
Over the months I’ve been finding out all I can about MC culture; I’ve been finding out all I can about Mack and the Soldiers of Darkness, but, to be honest, information hasn’t exactly been easy to find. Both him and his club are a bit of a closed book, but I get that. I can understand why that is. But I know enough to give me some kind of an idea as to what I’m dealing with; enough for me to know what I had to become to do what I need to do. Because of everything that’s happened I’m now a harder, stronger person than I ever thought I could be. I was never weak, don’t get me wrong. My world was a tough one – happy, and exciting, but tough. My dad, he brought me up to look after myself. But I’m still scared. I don’t know if I have the courage to walk into this new and strange world, but I have to. I have to do this. I can’t leave here without carrying out the revenge I need to take. I’m doing this for Aiden. I’m doing it for my dad. I’m doing it for me , because I know I can’t carry on the way I have been doing. I’m not living, I’m just existing.
Just thinking about that night causes the almost constant anger I’ve been feeling for so long now to rise up again, like a fire in my belly that can’t be extinguished. Not yet. Not until I’ve finished the job. But I really can’t do it on my own. So I have to suck up any lingering nerves and get the answers I need. I have to find the help I’m looking for. Whatever it takes, I have to do it. But as I close my eyes, and think about what just happened in there – my first encounter with Mack Slayer – I begin to
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