Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Sold to the MC Men |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Sam Crescent |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B07TQGC3C8 |
| Book Information: | |
After living in foster care most of her life, Leah gets desperate and decides to take a chance and visit her mother, to see if the woman who gave her up has changed. It’s the biggest mistake of Leah’s life. Or is it? Her mother owes the Broken Devils MC a lot of money, and to help with the debt, Leah is the payment. Five men now own her. Five very strong, scary, sexy, ink-covered men can do whatever they want with her. But these men don’t terrify her. Leah finds her place with them, cooking and cleaning. Surrounded by pure lust, Leah has never been with a man, and now, she wants five of them. There’s no way she should fall for them, but one touch, and it’s like fire. Yet it’s not just with one man; it’s with all five of them. She can’t make a decision of who to have, but why should she, when they all want her? Can it work out? Can they share? Is there a way all six of them can have a family and be happy? | |
| Books by Author: | Sam Crescent Books |
Chapter One
Edge glanced over at the monitor of the woman currently in the basement of the Broken Devils MC clubhouse. Most of the time, they had their enemies there, waiting to have their judgment passed down. Anyone else who was in that basement, chained up, would be facing a death sentence.
Their club name was deceiving. None of the men were broken, or at least, as far as Edge knew, none of his men felt damaged in any way. They all owned up to what they’d done in their lives. The only reason they were broken was because they’d all been outcasts. None of them had a place in any other MC, or in the world. They were all alone, just the five of them.
“She’s not screaming,” Trick said, coming to stand beside him.
“It’s unusual.” Edge didn’t know if he should be pissed off or thankful she wasn’t trashing the place. She simply sat on the bed with her legs curled up against her. Her arms were wrapped around herself, trying not to touch anything.
The woman looked petrified.
He didn’t blame her.
A few hours ago, she’d been free. Now, she belonged to five men. Her addict mother had given her to them in order to keep herself safe. They could use this woman in any way they saw fit, and in doing so, her mother thought her debt was paid in full, until she needed another fix that was.
Usually, Edge didn’t take family members as payment, but one look at Leah with her terrified green eyes, he hadn’t been able to walk away. She’d ridden with him back to the clubhouse, and he’d felt her shake every single minute of the drive.
Instead of dealing with her, he’d put a metal cuff around her ankle to keep her in place. She wasn’t even playing with it.
He didn’t blame her for being here; this was entirely her mother’s doing. He, Trick, Dig, Tank, and Junior were not small men. They were all large, all covered in ink and scars. They weren’t good men. They had all done bad things, and none of them were saints.
Leah was proof of that.
If he was a good man, he’d have left her alone and told her mother to take her place. He’d taken her daughter, and now, he didn’t like that twisting in his gut.
“So, now that we’ve got the princess in our dungeon, what do we do?” Junior asked, coming to stand beside them.
Edge rubbed at his eyes, feeling a headache begin to pound behind his temples.
“Just get the cases. I’m done with this shit for now.” He walked away from the monitor and made his way outside where Tank and Dig were working on the bikers.
“Am I going to like what you say to me?” Edge asked.
“Bikes are good. We’ve unloaded the dope, and it’s in the shed. Marcel called. He wants to have another meet,” Tank said, getting to his feet and wiping the grease off his hands.
Edge nodded. The last person he wanted to speak to was Marcel.
Marcel was his contact to the mafia where he did a deal for the distribution of drugs. They didn’t need the money, but he liked to keep the mafia in his pocket for if the occasion ever required it.
“I’ll deal with him later.”
Dealing drugs was great, but he also knew it was safer to have breaks between drug runs. The more you did, the more mistakes you made, and in doing so, the cops could take your ass and throw it in jail. He had no intention of ending up in prison, not again.
He’d done his time when he was in his twenties, and he’d vowed never to go inside again.
Leaving the bikes to the guys, he headed into his office, making sure he didn’t look at the screen but seeing Junior watching her.
They didn’t have any women around the club. Edge didn’t trust women. Women could be easily bought. Look at Leah’s mom. She’d been more than happy to ruin her daughter’s life by selling her to them.
Leah couldn’t be payment for everything her mother wanted, but for now, she would do.
Edge didn’t like how he’d responded to Leah. One look at the sweet, young virgin and he’d wanted her.
He was used to women irritating him, and once he got what he wanted, he liked to kick them the fuck out.
It’s why the clubhouse didn’t have women. They were not allowed on club property unless they were having one of their rare occasions of sharing.
Leah was in a tough position as she’d been given to the club.
The Broken Devils MC had five men. That was all.
His men wanted a piece of her; he knew they did. Her mother had pulled her out, wearing barely any clothes, putting her body, with all those delicious curves, on full view. Her tits had been pressed against her shirt, nearly spilling out, and his mouth had watered. She was only twenty years old, but according to her mother, she was a virgin.