LOGAN (BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE) Read Online Free
Author: Kyle Jacobs
scene, first glancing at Oliver, which caused him to catch his breath, then at Henry.
"The hell is going on here?" said the living Man-God. His voice was deep, and his tone was that of great annoyance.
Big Henry had stood up when the other man had entered, and was still holding Little Henry in his hand. Both Big and Little Henry were wilting under the intense gaze of the man in the doorway.
"I... uh, was just..." Henry looked to Oliver, as if he would offer some sort of support.
"Don't look at me," Oliver managed to say. Damned if he would give this sleaze a way out of this.
The large man strode into the room, with the ease of a commanding general, and walked over to Henry.
Henry cringed, and spun away off the desk in a lame effort to hide somewhere. He was too terrified to even do up his pants.
The large man was on him, and with an open hand, slapped Henry across the face. Henry went ass over teakettle into the corner of the room, Little Henry flapping about.
Just then, another man entered the room. This one was considerably larger than the first, with thick jet black hair. He looked over at the first man and Henry, then over at Oliver. He offered Oliver a slight nod of the head and a mischievous grin.
"You causing problems for us?" the first man said to Henry. "You think screwing around with these guys is good for the Club?"
Henry was beside himself with fear. No, more than that. Pure terror. Here was a man who fully expected to die in the next few moments.
And Oliver was shocked to learn he was actually enjoying seeing him like this.
"No... no, Logan, not at all. I was just having a little fun, was all. I didn't mean any harm."
Oliver's ears perked up. So, this incredible hunk's name was Logan? Logan. He couldn't think of anything that sounded sexier.
"Harm? You twit. What if one of these guys called the cops because of your dumb ass antics? You think we want that kind of attention here?"
Henry was beyond petrified. The mention of him bringing cops must of sounded like a death sentence to his ears.
"I'm sorry. I..." Henry started to say but then Logan slapped him again. And again.
"You think this is funny? You think this is a game?" Logan said, punctuating each sentence with a slap.
What followed could best described as a biker beat down. Both Oliver and the black haired man watched, one in shock, the other with mild boredom.
After a few moments, Logan stopped. He glared down at the quivering, weeping manager.
"Think he got the point?" the black haired man asked.
Logan shrugged, nonchalantly, stepping away from Henry and came around the desk again. "I think I made it pretty clear." You looked over at Oliver. Instantly, his look of anger was gone replaced by one of genuine concern. "Are you okay?" he asked him.
Oliver was a little dumb founded. Here was a man who stopped something awful from happening to him. He had come to his rescue. Yes, it came in the form of a little Club discipline, but he'll take it. "Yeah," he managed. Was that him talking? "I'm fine. Thank you."
"Did he touch you?" Logan asked.
With that Henry mewled in terror. He knew if Oliver said yes the beating would continue, and get much worse.
Logan ignored him, waiting for his answer.
"No," Oliver said, finally. "Not at all." He didn't want to say anything further, more out of pity than mercy.
The black haired man said, "Now that you've invoked a little employee training, can we go eat? I'm hungry."
Logan was still watching Oliver intently, more curious than anything else. Then his face broke into a smile. And to Oliver it was beautiful to behold. Logan nodded his head toward the other man. "Parker always thinks with his stomach. Don't mind him."
"Yeah, well a good beating always makes me hungry," Parker said.
"You didn't even hit him," Logan said.
Parker shrugged. "Watching a beating makes me hungry,
"The hell is going on here?" said the living Man-God. His voice was deep, and his tone was that of great annoyance.
Big Henry had stood up when the other man had entered, and was still holding Little Henry in his hand. Both Big and Little Henry were wilting under the intense gaze of the man in the doorway.
"I... uh, was just..." Henry looked to Oliver, as if he would offer some sort of support.
"Don't look at me," Oliver managed to say. Damned if he would give this sleaze a way out of this.
The large man strode into the room, with the ease of a commanding general, and walked over to Henry.
Henry cringed, and spun away off the desk in a lame effort to hide somewhere. He was too terrified to even do up his pants.
The large man was on him, and with an open hand, slapped Henry across the face. Henry went ass over teakettle into the corner of the room, Little Henry flapping about.
Just then, another man entered the room. This one was considerably larger than the first, with thick jet black hair. He looked over at the first man and Henry, then over at Oliver. He offered Oliver a slight nod of the head and a mischievous grin.
"You causing problems for us?" the first man said to Henry. "You think screwing around with these guys is good for the Club?"
Henry was beside himself with fear. No, more than that. Pure terror. Here was a man who fully expected to die in the next few moments.
And Oliver was shocked to learn he was actually enjoying seeing him like this.
"No... no, Logan, not at all. I was just having a little fun, was all. I didn't mean any harm."
Oliver's ears perked up. So, this incredible hunk's name was Logan? Logan. He couldn't think of anything that sounded sexier.
"Harm? You twit. What if one of these guys called the cops because of your dumb ass antics? You think we want that kind of attention here?"
Henry was beyond petrified. The mention of him bringing cops must of sounded like a death sentence to his ears.
"I'm sorry. I..." Henry started to say but then Logan slapped him again. And again.
"You think this is funny? You think this is a game?" Logan said, punctuating each sentence with a slap.
What followed could best described as a biker beat down. Both Oliver and the black haired man watched, one in shock, the other with mild boredom.
After a few moments, Logan stopped. He glared down at the quivering, weeping manager.
"Think he got the point?" the black haired man asked.
Logan shrugged, nonchalantly, stepping away from Henry and came around the desk again. "I think I made it pretty clear." You looked over at Oliver. Instantly, his look of anger was gone replaced by one of genuine concern. "Are you okay?" he asked him.
Oliver was a little dumb founded. Here was a man who stopped something awful from happening to him. He had come to his rescue. Yes, it came in the form of a little Club discipline, but he'll take it. "Yeah," he managed. Was that him talking? "I'm fine. Thank you."
"Did he touch you?" Logan asked.
With that Henry mewled in terror. He knew if Oliver said yes the beating would continue, and get much worse.
Logan ignored him, waiting for his answer.
"No," Oliver said, finally. "Not at all." He didn't want to say anything further, more out of pity than mercy.
The black haired man said, "Now that you've invoked a little employee training, can we go eat? I'm hungry."
Logan was still watching Oliver intently, more curious than anything else. Then his face broke into a smile. And to Oliver it was beautiful to behold. Logan nodded his head toward the other man. "Parker always thinks with his stomach. Don't mind him."
"Yeah, well a good beating always makes me hungry," Parker said.
"You didn't even hit him," Logan said.
Parker shrugged. "Watching a beating makes me hungry,
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