Deceiver (Prisoners of Purgatory MC #2) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Prisoners of Purgatory MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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Before I can answer, the door opens and Hazel waltzes in. She’s like those days of summer rolling in after winter, lighting up a space purely because she stands out. She knows she’s beautiful, I know she’s beautiful, everyone know she’s damned beautiful. That is, of course, until she opens her mouth and the devil comes out. Her eyes fall on me and her smile quickly dies, she then spins her angry glare on Western. “You can’t be serious? I thought we made it clear where you stand with her?”

Oh, so they’ve discussed me.

Wonderful.

“A pleasure to see you, Hazel, as always,” I grind out. “I’m here for business. Don’t worry, he’s all yours.”

Western gives me a look that sends shivers down my spine, but I don’t flinch. Hazel narrows her gaze, taking me in, as if she doesn’t trust me at all. Probably a good thing.

She shouldn’t.

“I’m busy,” Western grinds out.

Hazel looks to me before she throws her next sentence out, and just before she does, a small smile spreads across her face. “Well, we need to talk. The doctor won’t wait forever.”

Doctor?

Nobody gets to answer because she jumps right back in before we can. Giving me a salty smile, she adds, “We’re thinking of having a baby.”

It feels as though the world around me comes crashing down. Those words, they’re not ones I expected to come out of her mouth. Hell, I never thought I’d see the day that Western would take her back, let alone have a child with her. With trembling fingers, I try to keep my expression blank, but I’m failing with every passing second.

I need to get the hell out of here.

I turn on my heel, unable to open my mouth or even manage a sentence.

She knows that what she just said would crush me, and the cocky smile on her face is a dead giveaway.

I shove out the door and force my legs to move as I head down the hallway, racing toward the front door. My heart is racing, my hands are sweaty, and my stomach is twisting with a fiery hurt that I thought was beginning to fade. Who was I kidding? That man has me hook line and sinker, and now he’s going to move on with the woman he married, have a child, and I’m here just being a little piece on his chess board until he’s done with me.

“Hey, whoa, what’s goin’ on?”

Fury steps in front of me just as I reach the front door, his hand curling around my arm to stop my frantic escape. I spin on him, rage bursting forth, rage that is better suited for Western, but I can’t even look at him right now.

“I should have never gotten involved with that ... that ... fucking man!” I screech, horrified by my reaction but unable to control it. “I should have listened to every person around me that told me to stay away, that told me he was dangerous and bad news, but instead I decided it would be fantastic to try and help him. What a joke. What a pathetic, fucking, joke.”

Fury’s eyes flash, and his grips tightens. “Come on, I’m goin’ to take you somewhere.”

I laugh bitterly. “So you can further remind me just how much this club hates me? No thanks.”

I jerk my arm from his grip and shove past him, walking down the front steps and rushing toward the exit where my car is waiting. Waiting to take me away from this god forsaken place.

“Bonnie, hold on,” Fury’s voice booms from behind me, but I don’t stop.

When I reach the car and open the door, it slams shut quickly as Fury’s large hand holds it closed. I turn, facing him, tears racing down my cheeks. “Is this enjoyable to you, Fury? Because it isn’t for me. Just let me go do what it is you need me to do and let me get the hell out of here.”

“No, because I’m not lettin’ you drive like this. Come and sit down, I’ll get you a drink.”

“I don’t want to be here!” I yell, throwing my hands up.

“Well too fuckin’ bad because I’m not lettin’ you in that car.”

Frustrated, but knowing that he isn’t going to take no for an answer, I slump my shoulders in defeat.

“Don’t let him near me.”

Fury nods and slowly releases the car door. I follow him into the bar area of the clubhouse, where he gets us a drink each, and then we find a quiet spot outside to sit. I say nothing, not for the entire first or second drink, by the third, I’m feeling a little less angry and a lot more hurt. I can’t believe he’d take Hazel back, after everything.

“Don’t let this shit beat you,” Fury finally says, after about half an hour of silence.


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