Broken (Satan’s Death Riders MC #2) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Satan's Death Riders MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“Why would he get involved with MC politics?” Colt asked. “It makes no sense.”

“It makes sense if Daemon was in business with him,” Warden said. “He is the only one who would have total control over Diablo.”

“Wouldn’t he more likely be the one doing the killing?” Myth asked.

Warden shrugged. “That is all I know and I’m going based on fucking thin air.” He pushed out his chair and began to pace. “The only one who will know for sure is Fritz, and if he is able to wake up and remember, that is also a long shot.”

Dirty took a deep breath and then leaned forward. “So, what do we do?”

****

Petal made her way into the bathroom to find Tanya on her back, inspecting one of the sink pipes.

“Let me guess, it was leaking?” Petal asked.

Tanya laughed. “Kind of, and I don’t see the point in telling someone when I can simply tighten it, and ta-da, job done.”

Petal smiled. “How are you holding up?”

“Oh, you mean being in a clubhouse with a load of men I don’t know, my daughter falling in love with all of them because she loves the company? It’s fine. It’s not good, I hope we’re not here too long, but it’s fine. It sounded serious on the phone, and I cannot believe Rosalie has lost her home,” Tanya said. She finished tightening the pipe, then she got to her feet and put her tool in a working bag. She washed her hands.

“You might want to take a shower,” Petal said.

Tanya laughed. “Don’t worry, I actually cleaned this whole room which is how I was able to spot the leak.”

“You cleaned it all?”

“Yeah, I don’t make a habit of not cleaning … and you know, I don’t like mess or muck.”

“And you had children.”

Tanya laughed and it was a strange sound, almost high-pitched. “That’s a different kind of mess and besides, I don’t mind Leanna’s mess. There’s something about having toys strewn all over the place, you know?”

“I guess I am going to have to take your word for it.” Petal leaned against the sink, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“Are…” Tanya stopped and scrunched up her nose, but then started to talk. “You want to talk about it? You and Dirty?”

“Not really, I mean, I don’t think so. It’s … complicated, you know. I don’t know what I want to talk about, really.”

Tanya dried her hands on a towel and Petal saw they were clean. She had a feeling the laundry was also getting done as well. Kim always did what she could for the clubhouse but the men, at times, were slobs. Nothing ever stayed clean for long. Petal knew all about that.

“Do you have feelings for him?” Tanya asked.

She looked up toward her friend and laughed. “Do you really want to know?”

“The truth, not really, but as a friend, I have a feeling you need to get this off your chest, and I am all ears.”

Petal sighed. “Dirty and I have history. It’s not good history, but…”

“Tell me. I won’t judge, trust me. I will not judge anyone’s past.”

“Okay.” Petal didn’t know if she should, but then she found herself telling Tanya what went down between her and Dirty.

Everyone in their circle had their own agenda. Myth couldn’t be impartial as he was club brothers with the man, and although they were friends, club would always come first. The same with Kim. She would be on her side but also hoping for a reconciliation as Dirty was club. Rosalie was on her side, and would always think of Petal’s best interests. There was no one else, since she would never ask Colt his advice.

Once she finished she glanced over to Tanya.

“You’ve been through a lot,” Tanya said.

“It’s not that bad.”

“You shouldn’t do that. It doesn’t matter who has been through good or bad, or no matter how little. It’s still a lot. People handle pain and loss differently. No one is the same, and no one should be comparing their level of pain or what they experience with someone else. I’m sorry, that is just wrong,” Tanya said. “Why does there have to be a measurement? Would you make Rosalie compare your losses and gains? Would you tell Rosalie to shut up because of what you’d experienced, compared to hers?”

“Hell, no,” Petal said. “I would never do that.”

“Then stop doing it with regard to your own level of pain. You don’t have to be right or wrong, it’s based on what you feel.”

Petal smiled at Tanya. “And based on that, what do you think?”

“I can’t give you advice on this, Petal. I’m not trying to be an asshole or avoid it. This is between you and Dirty, and friends who get in the middle tend to get blamed if it goes bad. I like you, and in case you didn’t notice, I don’t have a lot of friends. I like to keep the ones I do make.” Tanya put a hand on her shoulder. “But, what I will say is that man, for everything he had done or not done, does love you, a lot.”


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