Rev (Royal Bastards MC – Belfast Northern Ireland #4) Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Royal Bastards MC - Belfast Northern Ireland Series by Dani Rene
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
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When Rev walked away from his past, he didn’t want to see those he’d left behind. There are secrets that will haunt him forever, and history is about to become Rev’s present.
When Rev walks back into a town he put in his rear view mirror years ago, he also comes face to face with the pretty face he has never forgotten. But he’s changed, and so has she… Only time will tell if their forbidden flame burns as hot as it did all those years ago.
But there’s a threat that could tear everything apart… A dark menace which will haunt him if he doesn’t put it to rest.
There’s a choice to be made. A decision that will change Rev’s life forever.

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We’re stronger in the places that we’ve been broken.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY

PROLOGUE

REV

Present Day

“I want ye on the job, Rev. This one ain’t goin’ta be pretty,” Monster tells me.

He’s the President of the MC, and whatever he says is law, but he’s not a tyrant. If we need anything, he’ll bend over backwards to help us. We’re not just soldiers in his MC, we’re brothers. When he gave me a chance to patch in at twenty-five, I didn’t think I’d still be here ten years later. I didn’t expect to be part of a family that loves me as much as I do it.

“I’ll take my brother and Racer with me,” I inform Monster, and he nods his approval.

I make my way out of the clubhouse to find Hades and Racer waiting for me, and I quickly fill them in on the job we’ve been tasked with. Racer hasn’t been with the club long, but he’s already an integral part of the family.

My twin brother has been by my side all my life. Even when I went into the seminary for a while, he came to church every fecking day to confess and to talk to me about the shite he’d been up to. I tried to stop him from doing stupid, reckless things, but there was nothing I could do to prevent the stubborn arsehole from getting into trouble.

Hades has spent more than his fair share of nights in a police cell, but since we joined the Royal Bastards, we’ve both been doing much better.

Two hours later, I’m packed and ready to leave. I meet Racer and Hades by our bikes.

“Are you two ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” Hades answers while Racer nods. “It’s going to be interesting going back.”

“Aye, it definitely is,” I say as I head for my bike.

When we moved to Belfast, I vowed never to return to England, not even for work. I didn’t want to set foot on the land that spat me out and left me a broken man. I didn’t think I deserved happiness after walking out on Shaun and leaving Harley at the stone bench where we had our most profound conversations.

Now we’re heading back to Newcastle to sort out some shite that’s going down there, and I know I have to keep a level head. Some of our gun shipments have been going missing before they reach the club, and we’re losing a lot of money. Monster has asked us to meet with our suppliers to figure out where the problem is originating from. Once we’ve done that, we can fix whatever is broken.

“We’re not going to visit our old stomping grounds,” I warn Hades, who’s watching me.

“Don’t you miss it?” Racer asks.

“Like feck,” I respond, but my words are drowned out by the roar of our engines coming to life.

We pull out of the driveway and onto the street, heading for the airport. I can’t deny, my anxiety is at an all-time high at the thought of flying back to England. The risk that we would run into our father has always been one reason why we’ve never gone back.

You can’t choose your parents, but you can walk away from their toxicity if it hinders you. We chose to walk away from our father rather than have his death on our hands. Despite what he did to us, we didn’t want to kill him, but if we do meet him again, we know there’s every possibility that we will.

We grew up on a council estate in a town called Bolton—not far from the city of Manchester. The memories of our childhood and the reasons for Hades and me running away from home have consumed my thoughts over the years. The blood that stained our hands and the lives that were lost from overdosing on the drugs we sold still play on my mind on a never-ending loop.

I haven’t forgotten what happened in that shite hole we grew up in—the things we witnessed, and the way our father treated us. The man was a bastard, and he made sure we both believed we were as well. I don’t think he ever had any love for his family. He even blamed our mother for leaving him when she died, and he held us responsible for her death.

After we ran away, we ended up in Newcastle where we discovered what it was like to live the high life. We were both offered jobs in a nightclub on the south side of the river. It’s there that we met locals and tourists who were looking for a good time, and it’s there that we first came into contact with the man who would eventually take us under his wing.

Shaun Hunt was a man we could finally look up to, so we ended up working for him. He invited us into his home in South Shields, not far from Newcastle, where he gave us everything we needed. Everybody who knew Shaun loved him, but nobody saw beneath the shiny exterior. The business he ran wasn’t all above board.


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