Dauntless Read online Anne Malcom (Sons of Templar MC #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
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I stared at it. “That doesn’t go with my outfit,” I said finally.

He looked me up and down.

I was finally able to wear tank tops and was making the most of it. Though it was little more than a scrap of fabric, I compensated for the fact it showed a lot of belly and considerable cleavage with high-waisted jeans and my signature boots.

“Yeah, as much as I don’t want to cover that up, we’re goin’ on a road trip and you need protection.”

I didn’t miss the double meaning behind his last word, but I didn’t focus on my feminism being fucked with.

“Road trip,” I repeated.

He nodded.

“Where are we going?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

His eyes were dark. Midnight. “Can’t time travel, but we can do what should’ve been done eleven years ago,” he said, his voice velvet.

I stared at the leather. I knew what was going to happen if I took it. Where the final destination would be. It would be another mark on my soul, and I would be blackening his.

I took the jacket without hesitation.

Chapter Thirteen

“Life is rough so you gotta be tough.”

-Johnny Cash

“Please,” the coward choked out, tears and snot streaming down his face.

I didn’t blink at his plea, merely leaned forward, placing the bloodstained knife at his flabby neck. “Funny, I remember uttering that same word eleven years ago. When you had me pinned to the bed. When you stole something that wasn’t yours to take, you sick fuck,” I hissed.

I ran the blade along his collarbone, feeling immense satisfaction at his shriek of pain. “How many girls?” I asked when he stopped screaming.

His bloodshot eyes darted from me to Gabriel, who was leaning against the wall, casually swinging his gun between his thumb and forefinger. I knew he was waiting. Waiting for me to finish exacting my revenge so he could finish the job. Do the dirtiest of the dirty work.

He’d been clear about that before we came.

“You deserve to make this guy hurt,” he’d said after he’d tied him up in some abandoned warehouse in Reno. Reno. The guy had been living one state over. “That’s your right. But you’re letting me end him.”

I stared at him. “How is that your right?” I asked, weirdly calm over the fact we’d just kidnapped a man and were now discussing his torture and murder.

Maybe it was because of the little girl I’d seen playing in the front garden of the same house that held my lost innocence. Though she wasn’t playing. She was sitting on a swing set, staring into space, her eyes empty, devoid of anything. A look far too tortured and adult for a little girl. A look I recognized.

She couldn’t have been more than twelve.

I guessed that’s why I was calm. And angry over Gabriel declaring he be the one to get to send this monster to the underworld.

“Why? Because you’re the big strong man you get to do the killing? A woman can’t? We get equal pay and the right to vote. We should be allowed to pull the triggers too.”

His eyes were hard and the corner of his mouth twitched. There was no smile, though. There hadn’t been since the moment I told him. His face had been eerily blank.

I had no fucking clue how he organized an SUV to transport the guy and a place to store and presumably kill him. The perks of belonging to a national outlaw motorcycle gang, I thought.

“This isn’t about fuckin’ women’s rights,” he replied. “I got nothin’ against a woman killing someone who deserves it. I got somethin’ against you doin’ it, but not for the reasons you think,” he said, holding his hand up to stop the protests he knew would come with that statement. “It’s ’cause I want a shot at this guy for what he did to you. More than anything, it’ll bring me immense fuckin’ joy to send him to the reaper. It’s somethin’ I’ve done. Many times. Saw the life filter outta someone’s eyes, been the one to take that life.” He regarded me, cupping my face. “I already got those marks on my soul and I’ll pay for them, whenever my time comes. But you, you’ve already got enough shit scarring yours, shit you had no control over. I’m not gonna let you have that on you, not gonna let him put another mark on your beautiful, scarred soul. He can’t have that.”

His words struck me dumb, which I think he took as agreement. He kissed me soundly and handed me a blade. “Don’t cut yourself,” he warned, grinning wickedly. “Go nuts.” He stepped back, revealing the overweight, naked, and balding man tied to the chair in front of us.

I did. Go nuts, that was. I hadn’t even known I’d have the stomach for it. Revenge. I’d dreamed about it, plenty of times, making him pay for what he did to me, what he took from me. I’d fantasized, but I never had the courage to do it.


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