Havoc (Royal Bastards MC #4) Read Online Ker Dukey

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royal Bastards MC Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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“You sure about this?” Leo asks Zane, moving around him to take a seat on the opposite side.

“We could use the help.”

“What’s the plan?”

Getting to his feet, Zane says, “I’m going to take Lily back to her car.”

“Wait—” Leo holds out his hands, “—that’s it?”

“I told you I’d deal with it if you let me do it my way,” Zane informs him.

“I am letting you do it your way, but I still want to know what the plan is.”

“You will know when you need to.”

Tension creeps through the air.

Picking up the pizza box, Leo launches it across the room. It crashes against the wall, sauce and toppings flying everywhere. My heart rate accelerates. I don’t even realize I’ve gotten to my feet and put my back to the corner of the wall, hands outstretched in defense.

“It’s fine, Lily,” Zane assures me. I grit my teeth, mad the run-in today rattled me so badly. An outburst like Leo’s wouldn’t usually faze me, but I’m on edge, and it was so unexpected.

“You need to calm the fuck down and think for a second,” Zane warns his brother.

“I’m sorry, okay? Fuck knows what she’s being made to do down there while I’m sitting here eating pizza.” Leo paces.

“We’ll get her out, but we have to play smart. You’re no good to her dead—and that’s what we’ll both be if we fuck this up.”

“I know.” Leo rubs his hands down his face and turns to me. “I’m sorry, Lily. You don’t need to fear me.”

“I don’t fear anyone.” Lies. “I’ll be outside,” I inform Zane, pushing out of the room.

Fresh air bathes over my skin as I race down the porch steps. The orange and pink rays of the setting sun illuminate the sky, casting a warm hue through the trees.

I probably should have probed Jameson for more on these brothers before confiding in Zane and offering to help them, but this is the only way I’m ever going to rid of my demons. Ezekiel would do this for me, but he wouldn’t keep secrets from my sister, Ruby, and she would tell Jameson.

I can’t do that to them. Infecting them with that knowledge is cruel. It’s bad enough I have to live with it.

“You okay?” Zane asks, coming down the steps.

“Fine. What was that about?” I wave a hand back toward the house.

“He can be unpredictable, that’s why he can’t help me with this.”

“Do I get to know the plan?” I ask, rubbing my hands down my arms to ward off the chill dusk brings.

“I thought we could go over your job first, then go to the club tomorrow and see what we’re dealing with.” He gestures to the truck. “Hop in. I’ll take you back to your car. We can talk on the way.”

Opening the truck door, I heave myself inside, the stitches pulling a little. The drapes twitch upstairs movement shadowing the window. “Will he be okay with you gone?” I bite my lip, an unsettled pit opening in my stomach.

“He handled being on his own for a few years, I think he’ll be okay for a few hours.”

“Where were you in those years?” I swivel my head to look at him. The pit widens when he frowns, backing the truck out of the driveway.

“Doing some time in juvie and a small stint in prison.”

“Do I want to know what for?” I shift, pulling the seatbelt into place. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out his lighter and flicks it open and closed against his leg.

“I killed our dad.” He says it so casually, it takes a moment for the words to register. Wild horses gallop in my chest. My mouth goes dry. “He deserved it and more, trust me,” he adds.

“And you were caught?” I ask, curious.

He looks over at me, amusement lighting his eyes and tugging up his lips. “That’s your question?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”

Chuckling, he says, “I was young, and it was in front of my mom. She called the police.”

“She didn’t try to stop you from killing him?”

“There was nothing to stop. He came in drunk while we were carving pumpkins for the town contest. Leo had been looking forward to it so much, and Mom actually bought the pumpkins that year.” He shakes his head, a war raging on his face. “Dad came home early. I remember the burn of his breath on my skin.” He grips the wheel harder, making it creak under the stress. “Went ballistic over the mess and started wailing on Mom. The bruises from her last beating had barely been healed.”

My breath hitches, each word from his mouth a physical blow. Walking on eggshells, not knowing what will set the person off, enduring the beatings, the betrayal, the pain, not understanding how someone who’s supposed to love you can be so cruel…

I know that nightmare all too well.


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