Taken by a Monster Read online Sam Crescent (In the Arms of Monsters #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: In the Arms of Monsters Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“You’ve got Robin back.”

“I do, and if you hold on just a moment—” He drew his knife and slashed it across Milo’s neck, killing him. The death didn’t give him any kind of solace at all. “I’ve just ended one of your sources of contact. If you think you can get to her again, you’re sorely mistaken. There is no way in hell I’m going to let you or any piece of shit near her.”

Reaper laughed. “You know, you and your little crew are all running around trying to save her. To protect her. Have you ever considered she doesn’t want protection? I’ve had her for two years and she didn’t try to get away. Don’t you think she wants to be back with me?”

“You think I haven’t seen the mess she’s in? I know what you did to her. The monster you are.”

“It’s a funny thing about monsters, Preacher. It takes a one to know one.”

“I know, which is why I know you’re not getting near her.”

“One day, I’m going to have Robin back and I’m going to look into your eyes as she picks me over you.” The cell phone went dead.

After throwing it to the floor, Preacher crushed the device beneath his boot. He grabbed the computers and smashed them, destroying any evidence of Robin. Once he was done, all he wanted to do was go home and fucking hold her.

He couldn’t do that, though. She wasn’t his to hold or to have.

“Are you okay?” Grave asked.

“I want to make sure there is a guard with Robin at all times. Even when she’s in her house, I want someone with her to protect her.” He ran fingers through his hair.

With Reaper seeming to be one step ahead of him, he had to do something to stay back in control. “I need to go see Dog.”

“Wait,” Frost said, standing up. “We all know what you’re going to do. I understand you trust Dog, but this has got to be a club decision to bring him in.”

“He’s not going to be a member of the club,” Preacher said.

“Yeah, but you’re drawing our two worlds together and the guys need to vote on that before you do it. We’ll call church tomorrow, but you can’t just go and organize shit that will affect all of us. Having Dog’s crew in town or near us, it will bring heat with it, and the boys, they don’t want to deal with a whole lot of heat if they don’t need to. Got me?”

“I want church tonight. Not tomorrow,” Preacher said. “I don’t give a fuck what the men are doing or who they’re doing. Tonight.” He turned on his heel and left the building.

Frost was the last to leave and he closed the door behind him.

Straddling his bike, he turned over the ignition and pulled away from the curb. He needed speed, the open roads, and to clear his fucking head once and for all. He couldn’t keep reacting to Reaper. This was where he was making too many fucking mistakes and it wasn’t good for him or the club. He had to keep his shit together. If for no one else but Robin. She deserved a fresh start and he was going to make sure she got that at least.

Chapter Seven

The time with Reaper

One month she’d been with Reaper now. Robin stared at the calendar on the wall in a brand-new hotel room. They were always moving. Never in one place more than a couple of hours. She hated sitting on the back of a bike. She also hated the great unknown and each day that passed with her life in Reaper’s hands, her life, her very existence, and how long she would be alive, were unknown. At first, she thought Reaper was going to kill her. Hurt her, torture her, punish her, but kill her. She’d expected to be dead long before now. She wasn’t dead, though. Very much alive with all her body parts. No missing nails or fingers or toes. Even her tongue was in contact.

The first week had been the hardest of all.

Every time he came close to her, she expected pain. The first day, he’d hurt her so badly, she hadn’t been able to see. He’d raped her as well. The worst part of the ordeal wasn’t even the rape.

He’d taken her multiple times and he didn’t share. Some of the men she heard talking said it was unusual for him to not share. She didn’t know if she should be happy about that or scared.

If he wasn’t sending her out to his men, what did he want from her?

After the first week, only when he was really angry did he hit her.

Now, four weeks into her ordeal, what she hated the most was when he tried to make love to her. She didn’t know for sure if that was what he wanted to do, or if he was trying to break her down.


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