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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“What about Eve?” Remy asks Riggs, his eyes not leaving me even for a second. “She can take her in.”

“Eve is way too fuckin’ soft,” Riggs mutters.

“Ramona ain’t,” Adan points out. “They know what it means if they do somethin’ stupid. They can trail her.”

“It’s not the fact that I’m worried about her runnin’,” Riggs points out. “It’s more about the fact that the bitch has the cartel after her.”

“Poppy,” I say, cutting him off. “My name is Poppy. P-O-P-P-Y.”

Riggs stares at me but doesn’t apologize. I really am nothing more than a slave to them right now. They’re using me to make money. They tell me it’s because I stole from them and I have to pay them back, but the truth is they’re more than capable of taking back what I took. They want me because I could make them millions and they know it.

“We can spare two of the guys,” Beckett mutters, arms crossed, eyes not meeting mine. “Send them with the girls.”

“Fine,” Riggs agrees. “Send two of the guys in. Get the supplies and get the fuck out of there.”

“Excuse me,” I say putting up a hand, “I’d also like some food. The shit you left me with not even the rats like anymore, and they’re not fussy. A decent fridge full of groceries wouldn’t be unappreciated.”

“You’re a fuckin’ prisoner,” Beckett growls. “Deal with it or accept the alternative.”

I bite my lip to stop myself from going over there and punching him right in the nose.

“Eve will organize something,” Riggs tells me. “Let’s go.”

I wait for them to get their shit together, and then two of the older bikers from the club take me into town. They’re under strict instruction to make sure they’re not being followed and that I’m not left alone. We stop at a place called Wildflowers first, and when we go inside, I see Eve working. She said she owned a café, I’m guessing this is it.

She waves when she sees me, coming over quickly. “Poppy! I was going to come and see you this afternoon.”

“Better check the visitation schedule,” I mutter. “Wouldn’t want to get into trouble from the prison guards.”

Eve frowns. “That bad, is it?”

“They are fussing about even getting me some decent food. There are rats and nobody is being nice. I’m a tough girl, I can handle it, but a good feed wouldn’t hurt ...”

Eve looks pissed. “Riggs should know better than that. I’ll talk to him.”

“What did I tell you?” a little old lady sitting at a nearby table says, wiggling her finger at Eve. “You let them have too much and they’ll take advantage of it.”

Eve looks to her, then to me. “Poppy, this is Doris. My regular advice giver. She doesn’t hold back. You have been warned.”

I glance at Doris. She’s small and old. How bad could she be?

“Nice to meet you, Doris,” I say.

“I’ll tell you what I told the other two, you give those bikers an inch and they’ll take a mile.”

I snort. “I think I’m in a different situation to them. I’m more ... an unwilling participant in their little games.”

Doris waves a finger. “That doesn’t mean you have to let them treat you badly. You show them who’s boss, dear. No backing down.” She turns toward the two older bikers who have just purchased a coffee and are sitting down. “Take these two for example, they might look big and scary but they’re gentleman deep down. Isn’t that right?”

The two of them look at her.

“Cat got your tongue?” Doris goes on, narrowing her eyes.

“No, ma’am,” the biggest, burliest one says.

“You see.” Doris wiggles her finger. “Don’t let them treat you badly.

“Noted,” I laugh.

“As for the rats,” Doris says, scrunching up her nose, “you show them who’s boss, too. When I used to live on a farm, I had my own gun. Those little suckers came near me and they’d have their heads shot right off. Eventually, they knew better.”

Jesus Christ.

“I warned you,” Eve says, laughing. “She’s a demon.”

“What if I miss them?” I ask.

“Oh, dear, you can’t miss. If you miss, they’ll certainly climb into your bed at night and chew your ear right off. Never miss.”

Far out.

I shudder. “The picture you’re painting for me right now is terrifying, Doris. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she nods, pleased with herself. “Eve, dear, get me another one of those muffins. I’m in need of some plumping up. My new gentleman prefers the womanly curves. I’m not sure what he’s expecting, though. I’m a seventy-year-old woman, any curves I had have been taken by gravity these days. I’m not certain where my nipples are anymore.”

I burst out laughing.

Eve shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Anything for you, Doris.”

I wait until Eve is done and then she comes with us to the supply shop. It’s nothing major— some bleach, ink, little bits and bobs I run out of from time to time. The bikers wait at the front door of the supply shop, and Eve and I walk around, getting everything we need. Eve finds herself distracted by some colored paper and an idea for her café, so I keep browsing the aisles.


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