Property of Chaos Keepers MC Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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I was the closest to him. I’d been the one to rescue him and help him the most. And our bond had formed from that—a trauma bond. One that was damn near unbreakable.

“Copper,” Capone told him. Smokey sighed. Everyone hated dealing with Copper. He was a fucking dick ninety-nine percent of the time, but no one wanted him as an enemy. So, we dealt.

“I’ll plan the run,” Smokey announced. “I’ll let you and Tank know when I’ve got the details and who I want on the road with me.”

Capone nodded once. “Good. Anyone else got anything to bring to the table?”

“Yeah—April,” Brewer teased, making us all laugh. The number of times we’d laid that woman on this table and tag-teamed her was uncountable. My dick jumped behind my zipper at the thought of it. Fuck, she was always so beautiful when she was surrounded by all of us. Right where she belonged.

Capone shook his head and slammed his gavel on the table, adjourning church. We slipped out of the chapel just as April was plating up food and placing them on the table we always ate at. As soon as she was done serving everyone else and walking to the table with her plate of food, I dragged her onto my lap. She squeaked in surprise, and Capone caught her plate before she dropped it.

“Thank you, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Open,” Capone ordered, holding up a forkful of eggs for her. She obediently opened her pretty mouth, allowing Capone to feed her.

“Ugh, it was my turn today,” Hawke grumbled, playfully pouting at April.

We were all a little clingy with her. Couldn’t help it. She was just so goddamn perfect.

April blushed. “First come, first serve,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. I chuckled.

Hawke winked at her. “I’ll remember that, doll.”

I laughed when she sucked in a sharp breath, her pupils dilating at what that could mean.

So damn needy. I fucking loved it.

CHAPTER 3

April

Isqueaked in alarm when Capone suddenly lifted me from Tank’s lap. I’d barely swallowed my last bite of food before he went all caveman on me. “Capone, what are you—hey!” I yelled when he tossed me over his shoulder. I groaned and slapped my palms to his ass cheeks in retaliation. He growled in warning, but if there was one thing I loved about bothering Capone, it was the punishments he delivered.

I called them funishments. The prez knew I was sometimes bratty with him on purpose. And he enjoyed doling out a little bit of pain when I needed—well really, wanted—it.

He smacked his hand on my ass, and a breathy moan spilled from my lips. Hawke winked at me as Capone walked past him.

“Enjoy, doll,” Hawke rumbled, leaning back in his chair. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across his lower lip, and my breath hitched in my throat. Fuck, he had no right being that hot when he did that. Especially when his eyes darkened and he spread his legs a bit, letting me know what seeing me manhandled like this did to him.

“Stop teasing her,” Capone growled, not even having to turn around to know Hawke was teasing me as he marched toward the stairs. I giggled, and Capone swatted my ass again, this time harder, making it sting. I hissed a breath through my teeth, dampening my panties at the same time. My eyes caught on Tank’s, and he smirked at me.

“Goddammit, Capone,” I growled, dropping my head so I was staring at his perfect, biteable ass. “That hurt.”

He smacked my ass again, this time on the other cheek. I dug my nails into his back, groaning, letting my head fall the rest of the way, my dark hair curtaining my face and almost dragging the floor. “Watch your mouth with me, baby girl,” he softly warned. I released my hold on his back, silently letting him know I was submitting. He hummed and rubbed my backside. My thighs clenched. “Good girl.”

Fuuuck. I had a thing for being praised, and Capone fucking knew it. All of the men did, really. I liked a little bit of degradation too, but praise? Fuck—praise was my kryptonite.

I moaned. Capone kept me stabilized with his arm around the back of my thighs as he ascended the stairs, and finally, he made it to his room, which was the last one, all the way down the hall. I grunted when he suddenly tossed me over his shoulder and dropped me onto the mattress, my body bouncing when it hit the soft bed.

Gripping my ankles, he yanked my ass to the edge of the mattress before leaning over me, taking my lips in a slow, hot, drugging kiss. I arched into him, sighing into the kiss as I gripped his shoulders, dragging him down closer to me. Kissing him was like drowning in the ocean, waves knocking me in several directions, and suddenly being able to breathe again before tugged right back under. Completely at its mercy.


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