Holding On (Ruthless Sinners MC #2) Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Sinners MC Series by L. Wilder
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“You’re in no position to be making threats.” I walked over to the counter and picked up my ball-peen hammer. As I carried it back over to Abernathy, I told him, “I’ve got some questions for you. Answer them, and I’ll consider taking it easy on you. Don’t answer, and there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I ain’t answering shit.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I tightened my grip on the hammer, then slammed it into his shin. A sense of satisfaction washed over me as his pain-filled screams echoed through the room. Panicked, he tugged at his restraints, trying with all his might to break free, but it was no use. He wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. I hit him again in the knee as I asked, “You ready to start talking?”

“Fuck you!” he screamed. “Piece of shit, motherfucker! You think you something ’cause you got that fucking hammer, but we both know you ain’t fucking shit! Just a fucking lapdog for a bunch of no-brained pussies on goddamn trikes!”

“That right?” I was used to trash-talk. Hell, I’d heard plenty of it over the years, but there was something about this guy that got under my skin. Maybe it was his tough-guy attitude or the reference to my brothers, but I had a feeling it was something else altogether. “Well, this fucking pussy is about to become your worst fucking nightmare.”

“You think you scare me?” he scoffed. “I’ve dealt with crackers like you my whole life. I can take anything you dish out.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I dropped the hammer, then walked back to the counter and grabbed a pair of vice grips. I took them over to Abernathy and locked the grip around his index finger, quickly breaking it before moving on to the next. With each broken finger, his groans and grunts became more and more pronounced until he let out a stream of curses that roared through the room. Before I started on the second hand, I asked, “Tell me about the girl you tossed in Stilettos’ dumpster.”

“This is about that fucking bitch?”

I immediately broke his next finger, causing him to bellow in agony. “I’m running low on patience.”

“Don’t give a fuck. Ain’t gonna tell you nothin’.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “All this over some fuckin’ piece of ass. I should’ve fucked her good and hard when I had the chance. Showed her what a real man has to offer.”

I wasn’t one to lose control, but his words got me right in the gut. Unable to hold back my rage, I wrapped my fingers around the vice grips, then reared back my fist and slammed it into the side of his head, knocking him out cold. I strode over to the back corner of the room and tightened the chains around his wrists, lifting him up even higher. It took some time for him to come around, and when he did, he made the mistake of a lifetime. He was trying to fight against his restraints when he snarled, “You’ve fucked up now. All you Sinner assholes are gonna pay for this shit. When I get out of here, I’m gonna blow this place fucking sky high. Won’t be nothing left of you. Nothing!”

His words had my mind going back to the day I’d lost most of my platoon in a hostile raid. We were surrounded by gunfire. Bullets were flying over our heads, and when one of them pierced through my chest, we decided to go into an abandoned building for cover. We’d barely stepped inside when an explosive was detonated, and the entire building was blown to shreds. After the dust finally settled, and I realized the rest of my squad was dead, I wished I’d died right along with them.

That same cold, bitter feeling came creeping up over me as I stood there glaring at Abernathy. Unable to hold back my rage, I reached into my holster for my Glock and put a bullet in his head, killing him instantly. Seeing that my time with him was done, I made my way next door to introduce myself to Mr. McKinney.

When I walked into the room, I found him bound with his hands above his head just like his buddy. I already knew this guy was older, a little rougher around the edges with graying hair and crow’s feet around his eyes, but unlike Abernathy, there was a despondent look in this guy’s eyes, making him appear defeated or broken. I walked over to him and crossed my arms. “I’ve got some questions for you.”

“Yeah, figured you would.” He motioned his head towards the room next to us. “You the one in there with D?”

“I was.”

“You gonna tell me what this is all about?”

“I need to know about the girl you and your buddy tossed into our dumpster at Stilettos.”


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