Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free

over a foot taller than her, I was like a fucking giant standing next to her, but she always had my back.
    Always!
    Most people underestimate a sweet little thing like her. She’s feistier than a case of dynamite when provoked. And it does not take much to set her off. Seeing her in action will blow your mind. Hell, it’s been years and I’m still stunned by the things she can do.
    On top of all that, she’s a real man eater. It would take a real beast of a man to wrangle a wild woman like Cherry Pie. So far, no man had what it took to understand her. It’s sad, really. But she still gets hers, finding temporary comfort where she can. It works for her but that’s not my style. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I’m saving myself for nothing, though. Maybe there isn’t a Mr. Right for girls like us.
    “You ready for tonight, Pandora?” she asked, practically bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning begging to open presents. God, I loved this girl. It took everything in me not to pat her on the head. She hated it when I did that.
    “You know it. The Twisted Bastards just can’t take a hint, so once again, we’ll just have to teach them a lesson. I mean you would think they would get a clue after the last dozen or so times we’ve screwed their shipments up.”
    Cherry Pie shook her head and giggled, her heavy red curls bouncing around her tiny face. “They really aren’t the smartest guys. That’s what happens when they think with their dicks.” She raised a finger to her chin, deep in thought. “That’s assuming they have dicks. I still think mine is bigger than theirs, though. Pretty soon they’ll give up and move on. I hope anyway.”
    “Maybe.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that men like the Twisted Bastards would never stop. The chances were small... really small. Nonexistent really. They would just find a way around us and keep their filthy sex trafficking operation going one way or another.
    It’s always been this way, and as much as I hated it, it wouldn’t change.
    Well, not unless we went in and annihilated their entire MC. That was something we really needed to consider, and soon.
    “Are the girls in the war room?” I asked.
    “Yep. They’re as eager to get the show on the road as we are.”
    “Well, let’s get to it then. No time like the present to wipe the floor with some Twisted Bastard trash and save some unfortunate ladies from a lifetime of sexual slavery.”
    The laughter and steady chit-chat came to a sudden halt as Cherry Pie and I walked through the door of the war room. It was time to get down to business and all my girls knew it. In a heartbeat or two, all twelve girls, Cherry and myself included, were seated around the large oval table. I took my seat at the head of the table and slammed the gavel down.
    “Tonight is a big night for us. From what we can tell from word on the street and a little reconnaissance, this shipment of girls is by far the largest we have ever seen. With that many innocents, we have to be even more careful that they aren’t harmed. We’ve been watching the Twisted all week and with each report there are more women than the time before. Last headcount was more than three dozen, and that number could have increased since. But we can handle this.”
    A chorus of sure cans and hell yeahs followed my statement.
    I waited for the room to quiet before continuing.
    “We’ll go in the same as always, hot and ready to take down any Twisted Bastard we see. On previous missions, we’ve avoided killing… but I think we should consider changing that to shoot to kill. Injuring the men obviously hasn’t helped our cause so we’re apparently being too nice. So from here on out, we use deadly force if everyone is in agreement. We’ll put the shoot to kill order to a vote due to the danger of it blowing back on us in the future. Before you cast your vote, give your answer some serious thought.”
    I gave a quick nod to Cherry Pie. She