Taming Lucca: Red Devils M.C. Read Online Free Page A

from whatever disease you had that they could cure in a few doses of the right medication. Which was why they hadn’t made it back to his mother in time to save her? They’d needed more credits.
    His father had never really been the same after his mother had died he’d taken more risks and drank heavily. What had really surprised Bone was the man never touched another woman after his mother died, which hadn’t made a damned bit of sense. He died two years later when the Jackal’s had started the turf war over Juice, a designer drug the Jackals made and sold, they wanted to run it through the Devils territory. Drugs were not something the Devils allowed in their town, yeah they were assholes, but they didn’t run drugs anymore.
    When the world first went to shit , the Red Devils had done whatever was necessary to make sure the club survived, but now that they were settled, they didn’t work the drugs anymore cause it was just bad for business. Some of their affiliated clubs still ran the stuff, but the Devils didn’t want that shit around their families.
    Damn, Bone thought as he ran a hand th ough his hair trying to wipe these thoughts away, He needed to get laid, that would take his mind off this shit. Walking into the clubhouse with Tank and Tiny he looked around with a smile. The women had transformed the club while they were gone.
    The chairs were in the main room and arranged in rows , with an isle that was covered with pieces of red and black cloth in long stripes sewn together to make a runner down the middle of the isle. An arch that had been made forty years ago by Duck was up in front of the fireplace. Some of the brothers or prospects must have helped with that chore, that thing weighted at least three hundred pounds no way were the women strong enough to have carries that. There were flowers from Aunt Mae’s garden woven around the arch in reds and whites.
    Damn, their women were amazing; they always took care of their own. He sure hoped they would have a feast ready for the bon fire tonight after the wedding. Tank went to a couch that was pushed against the wall and plopped down with a sigh.
    “Shit , this is pretty. I can feel the estrogen taking up all the air though.” Tank said with a disgusted tone. “Hope Dog can get it up after he spends a few hours in this mess.”
    “Shut the fuck up , Tank. I have no problems with my dick asshole.” Dog said as he came out from the game room above them.
    “Ah…the proud groom. If you can’t get it up tonight and Tracy’s horny I’ll be happy to help ya out.” Tank thundered looking up, waggling his eyebrows at Dog who hung over the railing yelling.
    “Just Fucking try it asswipe. My girl would take your nuts off.” Pride filled Dogs voice as he came down the stairs towards them, stopping beside the couch leaning on the wall with his hands in his front pockets.
    “Well she ’s already got yours. What’s she need mine for?” Tank was laughing as he took in the look on Dogs face.
    “Damn it. Take that back.” Dog stood straight, and glared at Tank who was still laughing while almost rolling around on the large couch.
    “Shit if I didn’t know better I’d say Tank has a thing for Dogs balls.” Tiny chimed in from the bar, where he leaned.
    Tank stopped laughing sitting up to glare at Tiny.
    “ Stop running your flaps, and go get washed up for the wedding. You all need to be here in forty minutes. I want you fresh as new flowers.” Aunt Mea called from the kitchen causing all four men to look sheepish. None of them had realized that she was even in the clubhouse. Shit, Dog better hope Tracy wasn’t in there with her or Dogs balls really would be in Tracy’s pocket.
    “S hit” said Tank standing up quickly. Aunt Mae had practically raised him after his mother had died when he was ten. He practically ran to do her bidding. Followed by the laughter of the rest of them he jerked out the door with an obscene gesture over his shoulder. The rest