Hunter – Hell’s Bastards MC Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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She looked into his eyes and knew he was speaking the truth. Smokey didn’t lie to her.

“Someone took a video, actually motherfucking recorded them, Ava. Not only that, there were pictures. We’re being watched.”

“Are you thinking of announcing a lockdown?” The last time that happened, her bakery suffered, as did she. Baking at the clubhouse was fun, but not everyone wanted to eat what she cooked or baked. As she loved to work all day, every single day, she had pretty much filled up all the MC freezers.

“Not yet.”

“Has this ever happened before?” Ava asked.

Smokey took a breath and she watched as he thought it over, which was strange for him.

“No, nothing like this. Twisted Bastards MC are exactly that. They have always dealt a low blow.”

She remembered what those evil fuckers had done to her. “But if you killed Creed, wouldn’t that, like, change everything?” she asked.

He traced a finger across her brow, and then curled down toward her lips. She had already moved into position, straddling his waist, and she felt the hard length of his cock against her pussy. She loved it when they took these precious times to be together. They were some of her favorite memories with him.

“No, it doesn’t kill the club, and the truth is, I should have completely annihilated the fucks,” Smokey said. “That’s on me. I left them exposed, and I’m guessing I’m not going to like their replacement.”

“You don’t know who it is, do you?” she asked.

“No, I don’t.”

He also knew it didn’t help that Big Dick wasn’t able to find him either. No one evaded Big Dick, but there was clearly a first for everything.

****

Big Dick took the bottle of whiskey, sat at the bar, and drank. He didn’t need a glass. He didn’t need fucking anything but a drink.

Brick, Elijah, Rock, and Kinky had all tried to talk to him, but he wasn’t interested in small talk. He certainly wasn’t interested in whatever Kinky had planned with two of the club pussies.

He didn’t care about anything right now but drinking. His hands shook a little, and he knew it was from the anger. He had to get his shit together, otherwise he was going to fucking blow, and that was not good.

His sister. His sweet, beautiful sister, fucking Hunter. He hated it.

Hunter was not a good man. He was an evil fuck. Women were always drawn to the bastard, and by the time he was done with them, they always fucking regretted it.

A new wave of anger rushed over him. Harlow deserved better.

She deserved a man who would fall in love with her, who would look into her eyes and have no other women. Big Dick imagined that while Hunter was with her, he might have been with other women. Not to mention the fact that Harlow was pregnant.

He clenched his hands, tightening them into fists, and breathed in and out.

“You’re angry.”

And Larissa was the last person he wanted to see right now. He had closed his eyes and hoped she’d take the hint. Instead of taking the motherfucking hint, she pulled out a chair and slid into it, as if he’d invited her. Now he was getting angry. He had to control his temper.

Hitting Hunter was acceptable, for what the bastard had done. Lashing out at Larissa wouldn’t be tolerated. Smokey had a deep respect for Jonah, as did Big Dick.

“Closing your eyes is not going to make me disappear.”

This woman was a thorn in his side. Why was she always there, when he didn’t want her to fucking be?

Slowly, he opened his eyes, and sure enough, he turned to face her.

Larissa had this sweet smile on her face. She also wore another fucking dress, this one molded to her tits, and seemed to push them up, creating fantastic cleavage which he knew would make some of the club pussy envious. She also wore a knit cardigan, a pair of pumps, and some tights. Tonight, it was black, but she did like to wear a multitude of colors with her tights. He didn’t even realize a woman had that much choice in the matter.

“Are you okay?” Larissa asked.

“Are you just determined to sit there and ask me a bunch of fucked-up questions?” Big Dick asked.

“I wanted to help you, that’s all. They don’t have to be messed up. You look angry.”

“Why are you here?”

Larissa smiled. “Smokey doesn’t have a replacement yet, and I don’t like to leave a job unfinished.”

“So, you’re cleaning.”

“Yep, cleaning.”

“You know you’re not wanted here, right? The guys have had enough of your prissy fucking attitude. You think you’re better than us. The women don’t want you either, judging them because they want a good, hard fuck, and it doesn’t mean they have to be attached to a man. They’re not looking for forever or rainbows, or fucking butterflies. Why don’t you take your holier-than-thou attitude and fuck off?” He glared at her. “Because none of us want you here.”


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