Needing Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation #6) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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I watch as she turns, and using her cane, she approaches Gabby with determination, each step measured and deliberate.

I see Gabby’s eyes go big as saucers. I know why. Thea has always just walked away—always avoiding conflict. She has never said one word back to anyone that comes at her. She mostly ignores them completely. This time is different. Thea doesn’t even give a warning. She quickly jabs her fist straight into Gabby’s throat. Gabby does down almost instantly, wheezing while trying to get her breath back. Her hands come up to her neck as her eyes look panicked.

Jesus! How did everything go so wrong?

“That was for Thomas. Continue your fucking games on him and I will make sure it’s the last thing you do. You got your poisonous little fingernails into Dom. Keep them there. Thomas is off limits. Either you let him off your leash, or I’ll tell him and Dom all your dirty little secrets, and we both know I can, bitch.”

“Damn it, Thea⁠—”

“Fuck off, Dom. You deserve her. You need to man-up, claim your whore, and stop letting her hurt Thomas.”

There’s so much hate unmasked on her face that it’s painful to look at. I stand still for a minute, watching her go. Then, I go to help Gabby, trying to ignore the fact that I still taste Thea on my lips…

Thea

Pain attacks me. It’s cutting away inside of me. It hits so hard that I struggle to breathe. I can’t go back out to my party. It’s impossible. Besides, I never wanted to be here in the first place. Once, long ago, I enjoyed being around people and attending parties and stuff.

Not now.

Since I screwed my leg up, I find that the fewer people I’m around, the better. I know I’m starting to isolate myself. I have to stop. That’s part of the reason I want to go to New York. This agency that wants me says the fact that I walk with a limp and have scars won’t come into play as much as I think it will. I don’t see how it can’t, but I want to try.

Mostly, I just want to get the hell out of Kentucky and away from Dominic West.

I like to think that I’m a strong, intelligent, independent woman. I mostly always have been. My little sister is the crazy one. I weigh my options and do my best never to react with emotion. Dad says I get it from Mom. I can see that because she’s a doctor. Yet, she can also be emotional as hell. Mom says I get it from my father, and that I certainly believe. Dad is an enforcer for the Savage MC. It’s the biggest MC in Kentucky. Hell, their reputation is so solid that other MCs are either trying to be allies or scared to breathe around them—which in the MC world is a good thing.

Right now, emotion is definitely winning over common sense. Then again, whenever Dominic West is involved, that’s usually the case. I have been in love with that man since I was a kid. Dom doesn’t know. I won’t ever let him know. Besides, it wouldn’t do me any good. Dom is, and always has been, in love with Gabby, the reigning MC princess of the Devil’s Blaze club. I think the bitch—and she is a bitch—must have a golden snatch or some shit, because not only does she have Dom wrapped around her finger, but also his brother and my best friend—Thomas.

I want to shake both of them until sense returns to their brains. Unfortunately, I’m not struck dumb by Gabby’s so-called beauty. The girl is rotten clean through. There’s a stink about her that I can detect, even if none of the males in my assorted family can see or smell it. I’ve given up hope of them ever growing a brain—or at least thinking with the one in their skulls and not their dicks.

The fact that Thomas buys Gabby’s bullshit doesn’t bother me as much as Dom. Thomas’s confidence with women is nonexistent, and Gabby uses that. So, for the most part, I can excuse his stupidity. Dom doesn’t have that excuse. He has always thought he was God’s gift to women. There are days I pray that I’m around to see the bastard get his heart torn out. It seems only fair since he’s repeatedly broken my heart. The worst thing about all of this is, I do love the asshole. I have since I was nothing more than a silly girl with her head full of romance novels. I guess, in a way, I’m no better than Dom. The only difference between us is that I do think with my brain. It’s just my heart that refuses to cooperate.

After the kiss we just shared, I know my feelings are going to get in the way even more. That’s why I have to leave here. I have to get away. I don’t have a choice anymore. I can’t tell my baby sister. She and I are oil and water. My big brother, Mattie, is out of the question too. I can’t tell Dad. He and I are super close. I’m definitely closer to him than Mom, but some things, a big, brawny MC Enforcer—who loves his daughter more than anything in the world—just can’t understand. That, and he’d probably kill Dom, which would piss off Uncle Dragon—Dom’s father.


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