Outlaws Property – Biker Reverse Harem Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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Tex laughs. "Welcome to the party." Like we're just dropping by for a visit.

Riot puts Anne down on the asphalt next to his bike, and she runs right to me. I hold her close. “Are you okay?”

She shrugs. “I guess? That’s kinda a stupid question.” Tweens.

"True. I suppose we’re pretty far from okay, but we’ll get there eventually.” I hope I sound more confident than I feel. There are a lot of things I can imagine happening while being held hostage, and most of them aren't good.

“Church!” Hellfire bellows. “All hands on deck. Someone get Bonnie.” He stalks across the courtyard and towards the church. A couple of bikers standing by the side door visibly straighten and get out of his way.

The door opens, and instead of song and prayer, heavy rock music comes out. Ghost, Riot and Tex surround me and Anne, leading us inside after Hellfire. The music echoes off the high ceilings, and the air smells like leather, beer and motor oil, not incense and candles.

“Wow,” Anne whispers.

I agree. The inside is mostly gutted. Some of the old pews are pushed to the sides, but there are also plenty of tables, chairs and couches. The altar is bare and there’s a bar behind it. There’s a massive wooden chair that might have been left behind, and in place of a cross, there’s another banner with the club logo hanging below a solitary leather vest. Others dot the wall to the sides, but whoever that vest belonged to, it clearly stands alone.

The inside is full of bikers. They make a path for Hellfire, and nod at Ghost and the others, watching us with something between confusion and suspicion. They're a scary bunch, big and broad-shouldered, and every single one looks capable of murder. I've never felt so small in my life. I squeeze Anne’s hand, and she squeezes right back.

"Turn that shit off," Hellfire yells. "Ring the bell."

The music quiets immediately, and a few moments later, the deep toll of a church bell rings out.

Hellfire climbs up the steps to the altar, leans over the bar to pull out a beer, and then drops into the wooden chair with a tired grunt. He looks up at the vest on the back wall and raises his bottle. “Wish you were here, you old asshole. This job is a pain in my ass.”

“Jess?” Anne whispers. “What’s she doing?”

She?

Between the bikers lounging on one of the couches is a girl about my age. She’s barely dressed, sitting in one of the guy’s laps, and leaning down between the other’s legs to… Oh my God.

I put myself between Anne and what’s going on. “I’m not sure we should be in here,” I hiss.

Riot looks around, not understanding.

Tex shoulders him and points. “Zip it the fuck up, Crank! There’s ladies present!”

“And what are we then?” a feminine voice pipes up, laughing.

“Gone!” Ghost shouts.

There’s some grumbling, but not much as the scene morphs from a grown up frat party into an organized meeting. Well, semi organized anyway. Bikers file in from both the side and the back of the church, slowly filling the room.

"What the hell’s going on?" a new woman's voice cuts straight through the rumble of burly men, sharp like a chainsaw. “Where’s Cooper? Don’t tell me you lost that idiot. General’ll be rolling in his fucking grave if you messed this up.” Her voice is low and raspy, and she sounds like she’s used to being listened to in a room full of men.

"I didn’t lose shit!" Hellfire barks. “He lost his own damn self!”

The crowd parts to allow in a sturdy woman with steel gray hair, wearing a leather jacket that looks a lot like the men's. She's got a patch on the left side of her chest that says, "Bonnie." Underneath it, another patch is sewn on that says "Boss bitch." Her face is tan and freckled, lined but not wrinkled.

She takes one look at us and stops in her tracks. “Who the fuck are they?”

Ghost puts his hand on my shoulder. “Bonnie, meet Jessica and Anne. Anne is Kane’s daughter. They’re our leverage to get Cooper back.”

She looks me straight in the eyes, assessing, then shifts her gaze to Anne. Her face softens a little and she sighs. "So what? You just assume that since I'm a woman, I'm the one that's supposed to babysit? What's next? Need me to go into the kitchen and make you a sandwich?"

Scattered laughs sound through the church.

Hellfire stands and flings his bottle straight into the wall where it shatters. The place goes silent. "Take them back with you. Keep them safe and secure while we figure this dumpster fire out. That’s a fucking order. Unless you want to be responsible for putting a damn twelve-year-old in one of the cells."

Bonnie’s back straightens and she nods. "Understood.” She waves to us. "Come on. You two look like you’re about to fall over. Let’s get away from all this testosterone." When we don't move right away, Ghost gives me a shove.


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