Pop Goes the Biker (Turf Wars #3) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Turf Wars Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Their fight only escalates.

She starts yelling at him, and their voices become clearer and clearer.

“Can’t someone else come here to be with her?”

“No,” Beckett growls. “I’m here to watch her, it’s part of my job.”

“I don’t like her, don’t trust her.”

“That’s not up to you to decide. I can take fuckin’ care of myself and I’m not leaving.”

“You want to fuck her, is that it?”

God.

If only she knew how wrapped around her little finger he is.

“You’re bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous and I’m not goin’ to deal. This is why we can’t be together, because you’d never handle my fuckin’ life and the things I have to do.”

“Are you trying to break it off with me?” she gasps, and I can hear her soft, perfect sobs.

“Break what off?” he barks, loudly. “You’re fuckin’ married, Rebecca. You’re with another man, a man you refuse to fuckin’ leave. I can walk away whenever the fuck I want because god knows this is goin’ to go on forever if I don’t.”

“Beckett,” she wails. “I love you. I’ll leave. I will. Tonight, I’ll leave. I do accept you and your club, I want to be with you, to be your young lady.”

“Old lady,” Beckett snaps. “Old. Lady.”

I can almost see her face as she stares at him in horror. I stifle a laugh, because that one is pretty funny.

“What?” she almost gasps. “Old?”

“Yeah, fuckin’ old. You need to go home; I can’t deal with this shit tonight.”

“Please,” she begs. “Please don’t end this. I need you. God, it’ll kill me if you leave me. I love you so much. I’ll go home and end it right now, I swear, I’ll go.”

“Don’t do anythin’ tonight,” he exhales. “Just go home and we’ll talk about this another day, yeah?”

“You still love me?”

Her voice is all soft and sweet when she asks this question.

“Yeah,” he mutters.

Ouch.

Motherfucker that hurts.

I turn away and put my headphones on, not wanting to hear anymore. I lie on my bed, close my eyes and try to zone out.

I can’t deal with a second more of this shit.

I just want to get out of here.

I need to get out of here.

Stat.

16

The bed dips, and I didn’t realize I was falling asleep until my eyes pop open and I see Beckett sitting on the edge, whiskey in his hand, staring at me with an almost tired expression. Like he’s had enough. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of long pajama pants that do things to his dick I won’t even begin to describe because it’ll take me all damn night, it’s that good.

I pull my headphones off and sit up, my head spinning. It’s not from alcohol, I didn’t drink enough, perhaps it’s that pill? The pamphlet did say it could have side effects, is this one of those? I grip the sides of my head as I sway a little.

“Whoa,” Beckett says, placing his glass on my bedside table and reaching out to steady me. “You good?”

“Just a bit dizzy, I think it’s that morning after pill.”

“Oh,” he says, like he suddenly feels guilty.

“It’s all good. Are you okay?” I ask, still feeling spinney.

“I’m fine. Lay back down, I’ll get you some water.”

I don’t argue, I lie back down and he brings me in some water which I gratefully accept. He sits on the edge of my bed again, like he has so much he wants to say but doesn’t know how.

“You want to stay in here?” I ask, my voice softer than I’ve ever used when it comes to him.

He stares at me, for a long, long moment and then he nods. “Yeah.”

My stomach does a little flip, I didn’t expect him to actually agree. I swallow and shuffle over, giving him room to slide into the bed. He pulls the covers back and gets in, shoving some pillows behind him as he sips his whiskey and turns on my old television on the wall. I don’t watch it; I haven’t even tested it to see if it works. I’m not much of a movie person, but having Beckett in the bed beside me, his warm body generating a comforting heat, I think I might just learn to like it.

I shuffle around so my pillows are behind me and we’re so close our legs are touching, and then I continue to drink my water as he watches a movie. My eyes slowly start blinking closed and before I know it, I’m asleep.

I wake what seems like an entire night later, but it’s nothing more than a few hours at the max. My eyes flutter open, and I realize I’m pressed against a warm, hard chest. A big arm is draped around my shoulder and my hand is resting on a warm set of abs. I jerk and come to the realization that I’m basically snuggling Beckett. I carefully shuffle away, but my movement causes him to wake and he murmurs something low, and no doubt sexy, at least, in my mind it’s sexy, before tightening his arm around my shoulder.


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