Sold to the MC Men Read online Sam Crescent

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“Do you like the cookies?” she asked.

“They’d delicious.”

“I’ve made an apple pie for dessert. We’ve got meatballs first though. I hope you like them.”

He looked over her shoulder, and sure enough, a pot of bubbling meatballs in a tomato sauce.

She grabbed a pair of oven mitts, lifted the large, boiling pot of water, and carried it to the sink.

She let out a sigh as she drained the pot.

“This is one of my favorite meals ever,” she said. “I just love pasta. It is a comfort food classic to me.”

She tipped the pasta back into the pot and moved toward the stove.

He watched her drizzle in some oil, grate over some cheese, and then put the meatballs and sauce into the pot.

She gave it a stir.

“Would you carry this? I can serve at the table,” she said.

He picked up the heavy pot and was amazed she’d even been able to lift it. The thing weighed a ton. They were all starving.

She leaned down, opened up the oven, and out came some garlic cheese bread.

How the fuck did this woman know how to cook?

Carrying the pot to the table, he saw the men were already waiting. Leah followed, putting the bread on the table.

“Tank, just for you.” She took a bite of the garlic bread, and then some meatball, followed by the spaghetti.

One glance over at Tank, and he saw his man was red-faced.

“I get it, Leah.”

“What’s going on?” Junior asked.

“I wanted to assure you all that I’m not going to try and poison you.”

“I get it,” Tank said. “It was my mistake, and I won’t make it again.”

“I hope not. I don’t want to have to keep proving myself to you all, but I will. I’m innocent, and I’m happy to feed you all. I hope you like it.”

She served them all a large portion, and Edge wasn’t ashamed by how much he was going to eat. The more food the better for him.

Twirling the spaghetti around his fork, he also took a meatball. The food was amazing, the meatball so full of flavor.

Leah sat beside Junior and Dig. Both men were watching her as she ate.

She didn’t seem to notice their attention. If she did, she wasn’t trying to flirt with them.

So far, she had surprised him.

Doors open, complete freedom. He’d only called Tank ahead of time because he’d been hit by some serious doubt when it came to this woman. He didn’t know for sure if he could trust her or not.

He didn’t trust anyone else, apart from his men.

Leah finished up the food, served the guys another helping of those that wanted, and disappeared.

She came back moments later, carrying two steaming pies and whipped cream.

This time, Tank told her not to prove anything to him, and in front of the table, apologized for being an asshole.

The girl was fucking magical, that was for sure.

Chapter Four

Dig smiled as he walked into the kitchen. Leah had been with them now for four days. Each one of them was even better than the last. Today she was baking some brownies. The day before, there had been lemon bars, and the day before that, cupcakes. The guys weren’t going to complain. It was the first time in a good long while they had good food.

“Hey, Dig,” she said, smiling at him.

“Hey, sweetness. Can I take one?”

“Of course. I hope you like them.” She turned toward him, biting that sexy lip of hers as she watched him eat.

He took a bite, moaning as the chocolate flavor exploded in his mouth.

“They’re not poisoned in case you were thinking that.”

They all knew about Tank thinking she was trying to poison him with a glass of water. There was no way this woman could hurt anyone. She didn’t have a single malicious bone in her body.

“I know you’re not, sweetheart. They’re delicious.” He finished his brownie in two bites, and that was only because he was trying to be polite, as otherwise he’d have shoved the entire thing into his mouth.

“Thanks. I’m running out of things to do. Everywhere is clean. I tackled the bathrooms today. Bedrooms are off-limits, and well, I was wondering if you’d like me to clean yours?” she asked.

To have her in his room, looking through his stuff, he didn’t have any problem.

“Sure thing, baby,” he said. “You can go right on in and clean that.”

She smiled at him, and the truth was, he didn’t want her cleaning. He’d rather feel her underneath him as he drove inside her.

“Perfect.”

He watched her move back to the stove and begin assembling something into foil trays. His curiosity always got the better of him.

“What are you doing there?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m making some food ready for the freezer. This is lasagna. Just in case one of us ever gets sick or I’m not around anymore to take care of your food. You know, just in case.”


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