Outlaws Property – Biker Reverse Harem Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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Live fast. Love hard. Ride a biker.
Or better yet, three bikers .

I’ve been waiting for a knight in shining armor on a white horse to save me, but I’m no princess. What I get instead is three rough, inked up criminals in leather and denim, straddling beasts made of steel and chrome.

The Outlaw Sons MC didn’t earn their reputation by playing it safe. Once they’ve been hired, they get the job done. No matter what. Even if it means doing what nobody else will, like taking on notorious arms dealer Victor Kane.

Ten years ago, Kane killed my parents and kept me alive to be a nanny for his own daughter. A sick message to his get in my way and I’ll take everything you love. So when I end up in the crossfire between the man who ruined my life, and a ruthless motorcycle club, I have to make a choice.

Stay a prisoner? Or become a hostage.
I’ll take my chances with the Outlaw Sons. At least they will keep me safe.

Riot laughs easy and loves hard. His every touch shows me what it’s like to not just be alive, but actually live.

Tex is the rebel next door, with a smooth tongue and a chiseled jaw, but behind those deep hazel eyes is a deadly man with a downright filthy imagination.

And Ghost, the hard man who prides himself on staying cool and focused. Nothing makes me feel more sexy than when I shatter his control and he shows me the beast he hides inside.

But I can’t stay hidden forever. Eliminating Kane started out as a job for the Outlaw Sons, but now it’s personal. They won’t stop until I get the future I deserve.

With them.

Life is short. Why choose?

OUTLAWS' PROPERTY is a motorcycle club reverse harem romance with a happy ever after ending. It's book 1 in the Property of Outlaw Sons MC series of standalone romances with characters who continue to make appearances.

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1

JESSICA

The window pane is cold, its chill prickling my palm. Outside it, darkness hides the frigid waves crashing against the rocky shore at the end of the vast lawn, but only a few days ago, it was lit up by fireworks launched from a boat out on the water.

I stood in this same spot, my hand cooled by the same window, watching a party I wasn’t invited to, and made the same New Year’s resolution as I do every year.

Live.

We’re barely into January, but Victor’s people have already scrubbed away all signs of the holidays. No lights, no snow, no decorations. Dreaming of a white Christmas here is as useless as waiting for a knight in shining armor to come take me away. All we ever get is icy rain and cold damp weather that sinks into our bones. Just once I want to build a snowman and go sledding. I want what I’ve seen in the movies.

The joy that I remember from the foggy memories I have of holidays with my parents… before.

"Jessicaaa, I don't wanna do homework. I hate math.” Anne gets up from her desk and flops on the bed. Her golden curls bounce as she lands.

I straighten my glasses with a sigh, shaking off the doom and gloom that isn’t going to get me anywhere. I love her to death, but I swear she went to bed a lovable kid at eleven years old, and woke up a surly tween the day she turned twelve. “Come on, you just have one more section to go. Problem eight is just like the second one, see? If you take the denominator and⁠—”

Anne lets out a groan that sounds like it was ripped from the bottom of her soul. “Maybe if I had something to help me concentrate.” She twists upright, kneeling on the bed in her PJs. “Like coffee.”

“Nice try, sneaky.” I poke her in the side and get a little giggle. Good, the kid is still in there somewhere. “You’re too young for coffee.”

She pouts, with a sly glimmer in her eyes. “Okay, then how about sugar? I hid some cookies in a pot in the kitchen.”

“You’re a sneak! Are you trying to get me in trouble?” I keep my voice light, but Victor doesn’t like it when we leave Anne’s rooms at night and she knows how her father can be. Well, at least a little bit of how her father can be. She’d be shocked if she knew the whole truth.

I don’t particularly want to do fractions either, but if her tutor reports that she’s not getting her work done, I’m the one who will pay the price. The consequences can be brutal, so let’s just say I’m motivated. Much more than Anne, who has more wealth and privilege at her fingertips than most people will see in a hundred lifetimes. It could turn her into a total brat, but she has a good heart, and she’s still too sheltered to fully understand her situation.

Her eyes lose their sparkle. “No.”

“Then let’s make a deal. If you finish this up before nine, we can go check the kitchen and see if your hidden treasure is still there. Marissa never cooks so I bet they are.” It’s a risk, but a huge one.

“Yes!” She wrinkles her nose at the mention of her father’s newest girlfriend, but sits down and dutifully goes back to work on the assignment she was given for the holiday break.

I pick up a brush and braid her hair while she works, nudging her in the right direction when she gets stuck. Times like this make me almost forget how fragile my own situation is, but I can’t get complacent.

Does that sound dramatic? It isn’t.

Victor Kane, this sweet girl’s father, murdered my parents when I was a little younger than she is now.

Ten years later, I still don't know why. Why he killed them, or why he took me instead of letting me die on the boat with them. It definitely wasn’t mercy. If you ask me, he gets a perverse thrill out of keeping me around like a trophy. When people make him mad, he can point at me and say: “Look. See what I’m capable of? I’ll take everything you love.”

He's a monster, and I have to look him in the eyes every single freaking day. That sounds like it would be the worst part, but it isn’t. What really kills me is that I’m used to it.

I fought as well as a child could. I cried. I tried to run away. None of it worked. The only thing I earned for my trouble was nightmares, and in the end, working for Victor is the only life I know. I’ve helped take care of her since she was a toddler, and been her full time Nanny since I was sixteen. Nobody talks about her mother. The rumor is that she tried to get away after she had Anne, and Victor had her removed from the picture.


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