Blunted (Rush Riders MC #1) Read Online M.N. Forgy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Rush Riders MCSeries by M.N. Forgy
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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“Um, okay,” I answer nervously. I want to argue with him but the way my hand is shaking, and my heart is pounding in my chest, I’m too scared to.

He nods and then continues, “Now this ordeal with you, Dingo, and Lincoln Thor. I got a real problem here. Normally, I would just have Mr. Thor killed, no questions asked, for attacking one of my employees. But the Rush Riders are into me for a lot of money, and I seriously doubt without Mr. Thor's help they will ever be able to pay me back. Besides, after today I'm kinda liking the guy.” He chuckles. “But still,” he says shaking his head, “someone has to die for this.”

“It was my fault,” I interrupt, my behavior becoming frantic.

Roscoe looks at me, one eyebrow quirked up and says, “Explain.”

“I insulted Dingo, so he slapped me. Lincoln was just defending me. It was all my fault,” I ramble.

Roscoe holds his hand up to stop me and asks, “So I should kill you?” I can't answer him, all I can do is cry. My body starts to shake uncontrollably, my heart pounds so hard I start to get dizzy. “I'm not going to kill you, Miss Field,” Roscoe says then he nods at two of the guys behind him. “However, I do need you to understand that you should not take the kindness I have shown you as weakness.” The two guys move forward, one of them grabs Dingo's head as the other one pushes down on his shoulders. Roscoe reaches over and grabs the hoop ring in Dingo's lip and begins twisting it around and around. Blood starts to run down his hand and Dingo screams and struggles to get away, but the two men hold him in place, tightening their grip, making it impossible for him to budge. I scream and move to slide off of the bench, but the man behind me puts his hands on my shoulders, stopping me. Roscoe pulls his hand away from Dingo's mouth with a sharp tug and blood squirts out into the air and lands on the table. Roscoe moves his blood-soaked fist over the table in front of me and opens his fist. The hoop ring falls down and lands in front of me on the table with a ping. “Do you understand now how kind I am being here, Miss Field?” Roscoe asks, as he cleans his hand of Dingo's blood with a handkerchief that one of the men behind me has handed him. I can't talk, I get up and Roscoe nods an okay to the man behind me to let me go. I slide off of the bench and walk a few steps away. I fall to my knees as I throw up what is left in my stomach of the breakfast Linc had fixed me this morning. Roscoe walks up behind me and waits patiently for me to finish. I stand and he hands me a clean handkerchief. “Walk with me, Miss Field,” he says, taking my elbow and walking me back out to where my truck is parked. Dingo screams behind us and we both turn to look back at the table to see that Dingo is now lying over the table with his pants down. The guy who was holding his head is stroking his dick behind Dingo's ass, and the one who was holding his shoulders down has a gun to Dingo's head as he strokes his dick in front of Dingo's mouth. “You don't want to watch this, dear,” I hear Roscoe say before he grabs my arm. Then wrapping it in his, he continues to walk me farther away from the horrendous scene playing out behind us. “Now, Miss Field, for the rest of the deal. On top of the money you will pay me from the marijuana sales, you will also deliver me a half pound of your best product every Monday. This will satisfy yours and Mr. Thor's debt for this act against one of my employees. Are we clear?” he finishes, stopping to look at me.

“Uh...okay,” I answer, rubbing my forehead.

“Is there a problem?” he asks.

“It's just that's a lot of product...and money...but I will figure out a way,” I say, realizing who I'm talking to.

He notices my about-face at the end and chuckles. “Yes, it is, so I tell you what, since I like you so much, I will give you some more buyers you’re not selling to yet, that should help alleviate some of the financial burden on you. So, the only thing you have to worry about is making sure your supplier can keep up. If you need me to talk to your supplier...to encourage them, so to speak, to put your needs first, I can do that,” he offers, stopping again to look at me.


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