The Biker’s Forbidden Affair (Straight to Hell MC #3) Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: , Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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“I told you to stay away from me. I’ll call the cops,” Bell said.

The man laughed. “The cops are afraid of me, just like you are, little mouse. I told you last time you better get me information on your boyfriend.”

She kept walking. “He’s not my boyfriend. I have no information for you, so stay away.”

Tank wasn’t sure if she had been feeding him intel and chose to stop or if she never had at all. Regardless, he didn’t like the situation. The vibe was getting dark and not looking good for Bell. He’d told her not to walk these streets alone.

“What’s his name? Where’s his clubhouse?”

“I said I don’t know,” she shouted. This time, she turned around and began walking back in the direction of the diner. She’d only do that if she was scared.

He was still mostly hidden by shrubs and shadows. Most of the streetlights along this stretch were burned out, making it even more sinister for a young girl walking alone.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going? You need to learn some respect.”

He revved his bike to follow alongside her. She was moving at a fast clip now.

“Don’t make me get off this bike, bitch.”

Once the guy got to his feet and started to pursue Bell, she broke into a clumsy run.

As soon as she reached his location, he grabbed her and whirled her around behind him. She squealed. “Tank?”

He ignored her as the man chasing her nearly crashed into him. Tank towered over him, just like he did all men. His body was a brick shit house and he knew it.

“Problem?” he asked.

The guy looked up at him. “Just playing.” He attempted a weak-ass chuckle.

“Why you questioning her? You want to know something about me, you ask me to my fucking face, bitch.”

The guy attempted to put his hand into his jacket, so Tank shoved him in the chest, knocking him down to his ass. Before the biker could pull his gun out, Tank had his aimed at his head. He slowly squatted down, training his weapon on the asshole’s face, nice and calm.

“How about you answer my questions? You with Skull Nation?”

“Yeah, I’m with Skull Nation. That a crime?”

Tank scoffed. “If pathetic is a crime. Why you asking about me?”

The bastard only shrugged.

“You either have a crush or a death wish. Which is it?” Tank asked. “And how about you tell me where your clubhouse is?”

“I’m nobody. They don’t care what happens to me, so you’re wasting your time.”

“I hear you coming anywhere near my woman again, I’ll find you and end you. We clear?”

He nodded.

“Pass me your gun.” When he didn’t comply, Tank repeated himself with more force.

Once he had the weapon, he dropped the clip and emptied the chamber before tossing the gun into the roadway.

“Let’s go,” he said to Bell. She hadn’t said a thing the entire time, but he felt her holding the back of his cut. If she hadn’t been there, he would have killed the fucker.

The Skull Nation prospect grabbed his gun and drove off, soon leaving them in silence. He holstered his weapon and took a breath.

“What were you doing here?” she asked.

Why hide the truth? He’d been going crazy without her the past five days.

“I was worried about you.”

She just stared at him. At least she wasn’t pushing him away.

“I know I fucked up,” he said. “I do trust you.” He reached out to touch her arm only to find she was shaking. “What’s wrong, Bell?”

“That guy’s been stalking me for days. I thought I was about to die,” she said. “Until you saved me.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered.

“I just want to go home.”

She was unusually quiet. Broken. He didn’t like her like this.

“I’ll walk you,” he said.

Bell shook her head. “Can we go on your bike?”

He wasn’t expecting that, but he wasn’t going to complain. They held hands as he walked the short distance back to his ride. At least she wasn’t screaming for him to get out of her life like the last time he’d seen her. Maybe he’d have another chance with Bell, one he wouldn’t fuck up.

****

The past week had been completely self-destructive.

All she thought about was Tank and how everything had played out between them. She had to remind herself that he wasn’t an ordinary guy. He’d have trust issues, and his club would probably be leery of outsiders. Bell prided herself on not being a judgmental person, but the moment she realized Tank had snuck into her apartment, she’d lost it. Rather than considering why a man she trusted would do such a thing, she cut him completely out of her life and soon regretted it.

She’d missed him.

Her nights were a mix of Netflix, chips, chocolate, and lots of tears. She was a complete mess.

When that creep started following her after work and questioning her about Tank, she wanted to call him but couldn’t. She’d pushed him out of her life, so she couldn’t go crawling back when she needed him. Bell hadn’t had an easy life, so she just dealt with the guy herself. Mostly trying to avoid him when she saw him.


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