Protective Biker (Whiskey Run Guardians MC #1) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Run Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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With my arms full, I start walking toward the bar when a leg kicks out in front of me. I stop, barely able to hold on to the glass bottles in my arms. I don’t even have to see who the leg belongs to before I’m cursing the owner’s name. “Dammit, Prospect. Quit fuckin’ with me.”

I glare at the man seated in front of me. His foot is setting on the chair across the aisle, and he’s still blocking my path. Normally, I wouldn’t cuss at a member of the club like that, but I’ve had about all I can stand from him. He fucks with me every chance he gets, and I’m about over it. He’s always grabbing at me and making lewd remarks.

He puts his foot down on the ground, but before I can pass him, he stands up, putting his large, rounded belly against me. I take a step back and tilt my head to look up at him. “Let me by.”

He laughs, low and quiet with a smirk on his face. “First of all, my name is Axle, and you don’t get to call me Prospect.”

It’s my turn to laugh. “Really? Because that’s what you are. You haven’t been accepted into the club yet. Hell, I’m more of a member than you are. At least I have their respect. What did you have to do this morning? Oh yeah, you had to do some bullshit errands, didn’t you? You had to fill up all the bikes, but they didn’t let you go on the run with them, did they? Axle... hell, they should call you errand boy.”

I know I went too far. I can tell by the way his face turns red and the way his eyes are drilling into me that I’m going to pay for that one, but a woman can only take so much. I won’t just let him keep doing me this way. I won’t.

He takes a deep breath and looks over my head. His face softens but not by much. He leans down and whispers to me, “You’ll pay for that one, bitch.”

I grit my teeth. I want to scream for help, but I learned a long time ago that you don’t ever show you’re weak. Not to someone like Axle. “Let. Me. By,” I say again, enunciating each word so there’s no doubt he gets what I’m saying.

He steps to the side, and I walk by him, knowing that I fucked up. I just didn’t know how badly.

Chapter 3

Diesel

The ride on my bike is usually relaxing for me, but tonight it wasn't. I found myself in a rush to get back to the clubhouse, and I'm sure it has everything to do with not wanting to leave Brandy. As soon as I get through the clubhouse doors, the Pres hollers my name and waves for me to join him at the table. I sit down with him, Renegade, Jason and a few of the other guys, and they're talking about the upcoming move to Whiskey Run. I try to listen to them talk and focus on what they’re saying as I look around the large room for Brandy. Scout is manning his spot behind the bar, but the curvy brunette is nowhere to be seen.

I interrupt Pres. "Where's Brandy at?"

He looks at me in confusion. "Who?"

I shake my head at him. The Pres had one bad breakup, and it seems that he doesn't have the time of day for any woman since then. He acts as if he has no clue who I'm talking about. I stand up from the table. "I'll be right back," I tell the guys and walk away.

Scout is holding a glass preparing a drink, and I stop next to him. "Where's Brandy at?"

He looks around the tables in front of him and then back at me. "I think she went to the back to grab something from the cooler."

I nod my head. Any other time, I would take a seat at the bar and wait for her to come out, but the cold prickle against my neck has me making my way to the back of the bar. I barely get through the swinging door when I hear feet scuffling toward the back. I head in that direction, but when I hear a muffled scream, I take off running. The sight that I see in front of me has my vision blur as the blood rushes to my head. Axle has Brandy forced against the wall with one hand around her neck holding her there, and his other hand is down the front of her pants. She's fighting for all she's worth, but she is no match for him.

I grab on to the back of his head and pull him toward me. I don't even think about it. There's a rule that there's no fighting within the MC, but this motherfucker will be lucky to have another breath when I'm done with him. I pummel him, and every muscle in my body is pulled tight as rage goes through me. I keep hitting as he moans and screams for me to stop, but I don't. It's not until I feel Brandy's hand on my shoulder, pulling me toward her, that I finally let go of Axle, and he falls to the ground. When I turn and look at her, I'm even more pissed when I see that her shirt is torn and her lip is busted, and blood is trickling down her chin. I reach for her, but she takes a step back, holding her hands up, palms facing me.


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