Talon (Shadowridge Guardians MC #6) Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Shadowridge Guardians MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
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“Just like a normal Friday night for you, huh? You know you don’t have to be a royal ass to everyone. I think you’re a nice guy on the inside.”

Faust’s cussing made everyone look. Talon laughed, totally not put off by the big man’s flash of anger. He leaned into whisper, “I won’t tell anyone.”

Faust shook his head. “You live in the land of delusions.”

“You know you love me,” Talon teased, poking at his Shadowridge Guardians brother.

Faust swung his leg over his bike and suggested, “Let’s go in before I take the pretty off your face.”

Laughing, Talon joined him as Faust headed toward the bar doors. “You lead. Everyone automatically gets out of your way.”

Usually, the president of the MC would lead the guys into battle, but the most dangerous thing about The Hangout was the disco music the DJ insisted on sneaking in between the more current hits. Talon didn’t care. He automatically moved to the beat, enjoying the rhythm.

A roar went up as Faust walked in with a fierce scowl on his face. The club always started the party in the bar. The MC didn’t end up there every night, but when they rolled in, the energy level doubled. Girls attracted by bad boys streamed in, and guys eager to console those that didn’t catch one of the biker’s eyes followed, hoping for a chance.

Talon was well known as a dancing machine. Free of any commitments, his lack of an old lady made him a popular choice for women who wanted a taste of life on the wild side. Usually, he welcomed all the attention. Tonight, it didn’t seem right to flirt with random women. He grabbed a beer from the waitress and leaned against the wall, talking to other club members.

“Watch this,” he said to Doc as a woman approached Faust just as the DJ played a slow song.

The two men focused on the statuesque brunette who approached the scowling biker. She almost shook in front of him, nervous to dare ask the man with a well-known temper to dance. Faust simply let her talk.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Doc commented.

To their amazement, Faust pushed away from the wall after a second’s pause and took the young woman’s hand. He led her to the dance floor as the woman looked behind her in shock and triumph at her friends who hooted and hollered to encourage her. Seconds later, wrapped in his arms, the woman closed her eyes as she rested against Faust’s powerful body.

“Damn! There goes another one. Who would have imagined the devil himself would be the catch of the night?” Talon joked.

Scanning the bar, he saw the back of a woman’s head and started forward without listening to Doc’s response. It couldn’t be. He watched that familiar figure take a seat at a table with another woman. They caught the waitress as she walked by. As the server walked away to put in an order, Talon met her gaze and patted himself on the chest.

“On your tab?” the familiar employee asked as she passed Talon.

“Yes.”

“You got it. I’ll let them know.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Talon assured her.

“Good luck!” With a smile, the server sashayed through the crowd.

Continuing through the crowd, Talon circled to the front of the table to greet the ladies. “Good evening,” he said to both before focusing on Elizabeth. “I’m glad to run into you again.”

“You know Talon?” Janine said with a shocked look.

“You know his name?” Elizabeth asked her friend, trying not to focus on the man before her.

“Of course. Everyone knows Talon,” Janine informed her before holding her hand out to greet him. “Hi, I’m Janine.”

“Hi, Janine. Is it you I should thank for bringing Elizabeth here tonight?” he asked knowingly.

“I bribed her with nachos,” Janine confirmed.

“Hey. I’m right here,” Elizabeth said assertively, looking uncomfortable at being left out of the conversation focused on her.

“I know. And I’m thanking the woman who dragged you here,” Talon said before giving Elizabeth a slow smile.

“Janine, do you mind if I steal Elizabeth?” he asked.

“Not at all,” her friend said with a laugh and a shooing gesture.

Before she knew what was happening, he had gallantly helped her out of her chair. Three steps away from the table, Elizabeth hesitated. “I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Oh, she won’t be alone,” Talon assured her and turned to meet the gaze of one of the pledges hanging on the outskirts of the bar. He nodded at Janine and the muscular man immediately made his way through the crowd with a big smile on his face.

“I don’t know how to dance.” Elizabeth threw the warning out there as they stepped onto the dance floor.

“I do. Leading is my job. Just follow me and have fun,” Talon reassured her, drawing her close to his body. Talon might look rough now, but his parents were world-class Latin dancers. He’d grown up in a house set up for dancing at a moment’s notice. He definitely couldn’t cook without the radio on to fuel a boogie across the floor as he chopped or stirred.


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