Q – Satan’s Fury MC Read Online L. Wilder

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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“I call bullshit.” She placed her hand on her hip and sassed, “Everything was peachy-fucking-keen until Smokey’s brothers got here. As soon as they left, you became a big sour puss, and I wanna know why?”

“It had nothing to do with them,” I lied. “I’ve just started this new low-carb diet, and it’s giving me a massive headache. And I’m hungry. And I’m tired.”

“I’m not surprised,” Caroline groaned. “We aren’t meant to live without bread and potatoes. Damn. It’s inhumane to deprive ourselves like that.”

Said the girl who was a buck-twenty-five soaking wet.

“It’s not that bad. Besides, I have to do something.” I tugged at the waistband of my jeans. “I’ve eaten one too many of MJ’s candy apples, and now, I can barely fit into my jeans. I can’t believe I’ve let myself get so out of hand.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding,” Caroline gasped. “You look great. I would kill to have an ass like yours.”

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I glanced down at her skin-tight jeans. Caroline had one of those hourglass figures with the tiniest of waists and perfect boobs, and she always dressed to show off her assets—especially when there would be men around. “You have an amazing figure. You have to know that.”

“I do not!” She looked down at her flat stomach and grimaced. “I’ve tried everything from exercise to starving myself to get rid of this stupid pooch, but nothing works.”

“You do not have a pooch, Caroline. You’re skinny as a rail.”

Excitement flashed through her eyes as she asked, “You really think so?”

“Well, yeah. I’d be pressed to find an ounce of fat on you.” I chuckled as I teased, “You should try eating more of MJ’s apples.”

“Maybe so. I’ve gotta do something if I’m gonna snag that hot biker that was here the other day.”

“Which hot biker?”

“Oh, girl, he was so freaking hot. Surely you saw him.” A dreamy look crossed her face as she explained, “You know, the tall one with dark hair and intense, piercing eyes. He was kind of built and was covered in cool tattoos.”

I couldn’t help but think that she was talking about Q.

She’d described him to a T, but without a name, there was no way to be sure. Ten or more guys had come and gone that day, and I didn’t know many of their names. “You just described over half of Smokey’s brothers.”

“No, this guy was hot. You have to remember him. He was tall with a beard.”

“Almost all of them had a beard, Caroline.”

“I can’t believe you don’t know who I’m talking about!” She shook her head with a huff. “It’s fine. I’ll introduce you on Saturday night.”

“Wait? What’s Saturday night?”

“The party everyone’s been talking about all week... The one at Smokey’s clubhouse.”

“Oh, yeah.” Smokey had invited all of us to come out to the clubhouse for a bonfire and drinks. He said it was a small thank you for all the hard work we’d done for the past few weeks. It was a sweet gesture, but I wasn’t in the right mindset for a party. “I don’t think I’ll be going to that.”

“What are you talking about? You have to go!” Caroline argued. “It’s Smokey’s birthday, and MJ asked for us to be there to help them celebrate. They’ve hired a band and everything. It’s going to be so much fun!”

“I’m sure it will be, but I don’t do parties. At least, not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“They just aren’t for me.”

“That’s not a good reason.” She gave me her best pouty face as she pleaded, “P-lease give this one a chance. I really don’t want to go there alone.”

“I’m sure Katie will go. Just go with her.”

“You gotta be kidding me,” Caroline fussed. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to that party with her.”

“Oh, she’s not that bad.”

“Yes, she is! She has no clue how to have a good time.” Caroline rolled her eyes as she grumbled, “You should’ve seen the fit she had when I turned up the radio in the gift shop. It was insane! There wasn’t a soul in the store, not a soul, but she kept going on and on about how the music was too loud and inappropriate. I told her to take the corncob out of her ass, and she snitched on me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep, the stupid, little cunt-licker almost got me fired, then tried to be all sweet to me and pretend like nothing happened. Which, you know, I didn’t let happen.”

“What did you do?” She cocked her brow and stared at me with one of her looks until I remembered the day Katie found a small garden snake in her bed. “Oh, my God... You didn’t!”

“Oh, yeah. I most definitely did, and I’d do it again. You might wanna remember that.”

“So, if I don’t go to this party...”

“You might just find an unwanted guest in your bed.”


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