Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He was surprised to hear no sex noises through the open door, but maybe Ryker and his hook-up had just finished and were cooling off?
Holding his breath, Hammer stepped into the room and shifted his weight so he could peek in past the door without disturbing the prodigal prince and his wen—
The bed was empty and carefully made, but when Hammer’s gaze followed a shadow cast on the white sheets, he spotted Ryker in a chair by his massive gaming computer. Disappointed, he was about to reveal his presence but realized his biker brother was working his dick with one hand while operating the keyboard with the other.
Pictures switched on the screen in regular intervals, and as Hammer’s mind focused on details, the amusement he’d felt upon entry turned into a rotting prune about to make him sick.
“Those are little girls,” he said, stepping into the bedroom with a tight sensation in his gut. Revulsion twisted his features, and he shook his hand as if he’d touched something sticky, but his voice cut through the music like a razorblade.
His head pounded with disbelief when he squeezed his gun.
Ryker’s blond head spun back, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, but he was already turning off the screen in pure, animalistic panic. He didn’t care that his dick was still out or that he was unarmed because it was obvious to them both what the worst thing in this room was.
“You’re a pedo? What the fuck!” Hammer roared and grabbed the back of Ryker’s T-shirt to drag him away from the computer. The edges of his vision pulsed as he tossed the bastard at the bed. When their eyes met, the urge to put the fucker down was so immediate and intense that he shoved the gun into its holster, for fear that he might lose it and shoot.
Ryker put his hands up, but looked around, no doubt for either a weapon or impromptu shield. “No! No way! I was just curious! Don’t know how I got there. You know how it is when you follow a porn rabbit hole.”
The clean space with fresh sheets on the bed now stunk of the rot in Ryker’s PC.
“No, I don’t fucking know how you just accidentally end up beating your meat to pictures of babies!” Hammer roared, noting Ryker’s dick was shrinking fast. Good.
“They weren’t babies! It was just part of a large image pack,” Ryker growled, pulling up his sweatpants. It was kind of impressive that he didn’t hesitate to meet Hammer’s gaze in this fucked-up situation.
Hammer punched him straight in that handsome-fucking-face.
“No, just lanky kids. Had to look twice to determine the fucking gender. You’re sick!”
Ryker was a cornered animal with his nose bleeding all over his lips and chin. “What are you even doing here?” he yelled, trying to change the topic, as if Hammer wouldn’t notice.
Hammer reached back to grab his weapon of choice, and the look of pure terror on Ryker’s sweaty face gave him the thrill he needed. But instead of slamming the sledgehammer between Ryker’s blue eyes, he swung it at the collection of football memorabilia hung on the wall.
“Shut the fuck up! I wish it was your head, you fucking kid-fiddler,” Hammer growled and spun around, holding both ends of the sledgehammer’s handle in outstretched hands. Knocking Ryker over, he pressed it to his throat and pinned the bastard to his own bed. “You have women gagging for your dick, and that’s not enough? Fuck you!”
He couldn’t believe he’d missed going to Stefani’s for this.
But maybe it was for the better. At least now that he found out about Ryker’s perverse porn stash, he could do something about it.
Ryker’s eyes glossed over, and his bloodied lips trembled. “First and last time, okay? And I was just looking at pictures, nothing else. And I won’t do it again! You know how it is. Let’s keep it between us. What do you want? The TV? You can take it.” He glanced to the massive screen hanging opposite the bed.
Anger rose in Hammer like a wave. “You think you can buy me out? Stay the fuck away from me, you pervert,” he roared, blocking Ryker’s legs with his as he pressed the hammer down and watched the Adam’s apple sink under the weight applied to it.
When the handsome face below twisted and eyes went wide with fear, satisfaction flooded his arteries like the most addictive of drugs
Tied to the bed spread-eagle and with rags filling his mouth, Ryker twitches and arches. The mattress soaks up blood when his dick is sliced in two lengthwise, like a sausage prepared for the barbeque. Should the Executioner sear it first?
The passage blooming in his mind like blood on a sheet gave him a chill. He could do it. There was more than enough time until someone else from the club bothered to come over, and this was the kind of man over whose death Hammer would feel no remorse. Giving in would fulfill his violent urges, but there was one problem—regardless of what he’d done, Ryker was still a member of the MC and the prez’s baby brother.