Chase (Satan Worshippers MC #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Satan Worshippers MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
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The VP swallowed thickly, fear flashing in his eyes. “No reason to say nasty shit about him. He just wanted to live, and Tango was promising him freedom and protection.” Tango leaned back against the wall again. “A boy that starved for the basic human necessities would do anything to have it.” I pressed a little harder with the knife, watching a small trickle of blood as it slowly trailed down his neck. The VP squeaked in fear, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

“I didn’t do—”

“Didn’t do anything?” I asked, anger ripping through me hot and heavy. “That’s where you’re wrong,” I snarled. “You raped my woman. Left her for dead on the floor of her shop behind the coffee counter.” I moved the knife, and he breathed a ragged sigh of relief right before I slammed the knife to the hilt in his thigh, hitting bone. He screamed, tears leaking down his cheeks. “Tonight, you’re going to find out what she felt,” I promised. “Did you fuck her while you beat her? Or did you beat the shit out of her first and then fucked her? Or was it the other way around?”

Tears streamed down his pale cheeks. His breaths were labored as he tried to cover up his pain. But those tears told me everything I needed to know. And it made me positively giddy to know he was already hurting.

I stood to my feet, watching as he choked on his sobs. He wasn’t bleeding; the knife was blocking the blood flow… For now.

“Strip him,” I commanded.

Dom and Gidget moved forward at the same time, ripping his jeans away and then taking off his cut and his shirt. Eventually, he was laying bound on the floor, his clothes in a pile next to him. His little cock was shriveled up from the pain pulsing through his thigh. Tango moved closer to get a better view of what I was about to do to him.

I stepped on his tiny, shriveled cock, and he yowled. “Such a little prick. Makes sense you feel the need to rape women,” I taunted. “Probably can’t get one to fuck you willingly with this tiny little dick.”

He sobbed. I then slammed my other boot down on his ribs, crushing them. But I didn’t move my other boot, so I only crushed his dick more when I put pressure on it. A blood-curdling scream ripped from his throat, and I laughed. After that, blow after blow landed wherever I fucking wanted on him. Blayke, Dom, Tango, and Gidget stood back, watching me get some of my need for vengeance out of my system.

“Give me the bat,” I ordered. Tango grabbed it from its leaning position against the wall and passed it to me.

“No,” the VP sobbed, shaking his head, blood covering his face. “Please, God, no,” he cried. Looked like he already knew exactly where this was going.

“God has nothing to do with this,” I sneered. “In our world, God doesn’t exist. Just the fucking Devil and all his demons.” I yanked the knife from his thigh and rolled him to his back. Blood poured over the plastic covering the floor. Gidget shoved the fucker’s hairy ass cheeks apart, and I shoved the bat up his ass. He screamed, trying to wiggle away, but he wasn’t escaping his fate.

“Did my woman scream like this when you shoved your puny little cock inside of her?” I sneered. He was crying too hard to respond. “Did she beg for you to stop?”

I shoved the bat in a little further before releasing it, stepping back. Gidget crossed his arms over his chest, watching the man sob and scream and cry from the pain. I grabbed my bloody knife from the floor and leaned over his back, cutting our symbol into his back while he was still conscious. He was vomiting, choking on it as he cried.

“You’re going to be a message to your crew and those fucking Russians not to fuck with us,” I hissed in his ear. I gripped his hair and yanked his head back so he was forced to look at me. “I’ll see you in Hell,” I promised.

Then, I slid my blade along his neck, watching as his blood sprayed and he suffocated with a pleased smile on my face.

18

Chase

I was exhausted. After dumping that fucker’s dead body back in front of his clubhouse to serve as a message to the Ghosts of Chaos that we were coming and then riding back home, I wanted to do nothing more than crawl into bed. It was going on four in the morning, and I was running on pure fumes.

But there was no way in fucking hell I could get into bed with all of this blood, sweat, and dirt on me. Fucking the VP up had given me the outlet I needed, and I would be able to assure Sophia that the assholes who raped her were never coming around again. But it was tiring as fuck once all my adrenaline wore off.


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