Tease: A Kings of Korruption MC Novel Read Online Free Page A

leg over and peel out of the parking lot, still trying to work out in my head what the fuck just happened.   After months of watching her, I’d finally spoken to her and found out her name.   Fucking Laynie .   How I went from silently watching her from behind my coffee cup to having her smile up at me with amusement blows my fucking mind.   She’d teased me – like flat out fucking teased me – and for the first time in years, I didn’t lose my shit.   Instead, I wanted nothing more than to crush my mouth to hers, wiping that goofy smile off her flawless face.
    I don’t kiss, though.   I’ve never kissed.   I don’t caress or cuddle or do pillow talk.   My relations with women consist of grabbing a club whore, bending her over, doing what I need to do to get off and then zipping up my pants.   End of story.   If she gets off, good for her – I don’t give a shit either way.
    Ever since the night I got my hideous scar, I’ve known that I was ugly.   Women take one look at me and run.   I like it that way – I’m used to it.   Maybe that’s why it was easier to talk to Laynie, though, to actually have a conversation with a woman.   She couldn’t see me, didn’t know the monster she thought had saved her.   If she could, she would never have taunted me.   Hell, she’d never even have spoken to me in the first place.
    But she did.   And she’d made me smile.   I don’t even remember the last time I’d smiled.   What the fuck is there to smile about?   The woman is clearly crazy.
    Pulling up to the clubhouse, I see a ton of bikes parked in a row and cars parked in every available spot.   The music is thumping, and the sounds of laughter and conversation fill my ears.   This isn’t unusual for a Saturday night around here.   Things can get pretty wild.
    Usually, I don’t mind coming to these parties, but I’ve been fucking busy.   For the first time since I became a prospect, I had something of my own to do and these fuckers had called me away.   I had no choice, though.   As a prospect, the brothers of the Kings of Korruption can feed me all the shit they want, and I have to eat it without complaint.   Staying at the vet’s with Laynie would be a waste of time, anyway.   A bitch like that and a monster like me don’t even belong in the same city, let alone the same conversation.
    When I walk inside, the music and laughter stop completely.   What the fuck?   I stand in the doorway, looking around the room and see the eyes of every single person in it are focused on me.   My skin crawls and my insecurities quickly turn to a slow-burning anger.   I fucking hate it when people stare at me.   The scar on my face never fails to draw the attention that I avoid at all costs.
    Just then, Ryker steps forward from the sea of people.   Ryker is the VP of the Kings and one of the very few people in my life that I trust.   It was him that introduced me to the Kings of Korruption in the first place.   We’d met one night when he’d come into the bar I was working at.   Some mouthy fuck had beaked off about my face, and I’d introduced him to the tread of my motorcycle boots.   His buddies had jumped in and tried to take me out.   That’s when Ryker stepped in.   Between the two of us, we’d kicked the shit out of every one of those mouthy sons-of-bitches, and I’d made my very first buddy.
    I don’t like the way he’s looking at me right now, though.   He looks pissed.   I know that I sure as fuck didn’t do anything to piss him off so I’m curious why he, and everyone else, is staring at me.  
    “’Bout fuckin’ time ya got here.   Been waitin’ for over an hour,” Ryker growls.
    I cock my eyebrow, wondering what the fuck his point is.   “Yeah?   I was busy.”
    Ryker snorts.   “Right.   Well, nice of ya to make time for us.”   I don’t say anything and just keep staring at him, waiting for him to make his point.   He glares at me and shakes his