Lucky Clover (Royal Bastards MC – Belfast Northern Ireland #3) Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Royal Bastards MC - Belfast Northern Ireland Series by Dani Rene
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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Long term, I didn’t see myself here forever. I thought that after a few years, I’d tell Monster I’m out. But the longer I stay, the more I yearn for the family dynamic that comes so easily to us here. And I know Monster far too well. He wouldn’t agree to it. No, he definitely wouldn’t agree to it.

I glance over my shoulder, taking in the beautiful woman who’s in my bed. I didn’t expect to get involved with anyone, not right now. As I watch Clover sleep, I wonder what would happen if I were to ask her to marry me one day. It’s not somethin’ I could ever consider before, but she’s here, spendin’ the night in my bed, not hers, and wakin’ up in my home. The desire to claim runs through my veins. It’s only been a few days fer us, but it already feels as if it’s been months.

I wonder if Monster felt this way about Miren. When he first saw her, did he want to lose his mind because she wasn’t his? I know he was protective over her, which is how I’m feelin’ over this wee thing.

There are no second chances, not in my life. I walked away from a woman before. Well, back then she was a lass. It woulda been wrong for me to even consider bein’ with her. I was too old, and she was too innocent. But this is not some girl, Clover’s a woman. And as I look at her, I imagine her with shorter, dark hair. Beautiful, innocent. I was just a lad myself.

And then it hits me.

It feckin’ slams me right in the chest. And that’s when I realise who I’m lookin’ at. When we first met, there was an inklin’ of familiarity. I wanted to say I knew her, but it woulda been spittin’ shite. Now I’m lookin’ at her asleep, I realise it has to be her. The wee girl from all those feckin’ years ago.

When I walked out, I wanted so much to tell her I’d be back fer her one day, but I didn’t. Instead, I didn’t look back. I know Clover. I know her better than she thinks. But why didn’t she tell me? Was it because I walked out? I buried any feckin’ thoughts about happy ever after deep down. It isn’t in the cards for me. This is my life now, and I can’t bring her into it. She deserves to live in the light, not the darkness that’s swallowed me whole. She may accept the rough and tumble in my bedroom, but the life of the motorcycle club isn’t for her.

I should make the decision. It will be easier than forcing her to walk away. Because that’s what she has to do. It’s not a choice. I’m goin’ta force her to leave. I’ve pushed people away from me before. It won’t be difficult to make her see who I really am. Once she realises I’m a brute, she’ll want to run instead of stay. That’s what I need.

I make my way over to the bed where Clover is still asleep. The sheets cover some of her porcelain skin, but her pert nipples are peaked. My mouth waters to taste them, to bite them until she’s whimpering beneath me. My cock throbs at the thought.

She’s so fragile, but so strong. She’s taken all I have to give, and I know she would gladly take more if I gave it. But now the party’s over and the celebrations are done, it’s time to go back to normal. Or what I perceive as normal. She’s a distraction. One I could get lost in, over and over again. It’s not a good thing, especially when we have work to do.

A new threat, and an old threat. Both need our focus, my focus. I’m not sure why the cartel have arrived in the UK, but I’m goin’ta find out. I haven’t seen them in years. A flicker of a memory slams into me, and I stare long and hard at her, at the woman in my bed.

There’s been somethin’ familiar about her over these past few weeks. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but the nigglin’ in the back of my mind hasn’t left. Even while I was fuckin’ her, enjoyin’ her body, it was as if I knew her.

Perhaps I’m readin’ too much into it, but my intuition has always been sharp. I’ve spent my life honin’ my skills, and this time, it feels different.

She looks up at me, her eyes fillin’ with tears. Even though we didn’t talk about what’s going on between us, I know she’s about to shatter the bubble we created. Call it intuition or whatever else the feck it is. I know when bad news is about to fall on me.


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