Will (Steele Riders MC Second Generation #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Steele Riders MC Second Generation Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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“Okay, Princess. Let’s fuck,” I grunt, sitting up further and sending my dick deeper.

“Fuck,” she cries out. “You’re so damn deep.”

“That’s right. Take that dick, baby, and come quick or I’m going to because I have to go to work.” I fist her hair and make her bounce on me. Our mouths crash on each other, and our chests meet. Her pebbled nipples scrape against my skin, and I’m barely hanging on. “Fuck, be a good girl and come for me before I break.”

“I am,” she cries out, gripping my hair and tugging on it. “Rett,” her voice echoes through our bedroom. “Shit, shit, oh. Rett.” She clings to my hair as her back arches and her tight pussy clenches around my thick cock. Her orgasm spurs my own; like a vampire needing to feed, I bite down on her neck, growling and emptying my load into her pussy. I know we’re protected, but every time I fill her up, I get the satisfaction that one day in the future she won’t be and I’m the only one with that privilege.

****

“It’s about time you showed up,” my dad says.

“Pops, it’s only been twenty-one minutes. What’s going on?”

“Someone broke into the clubhouse last night.”

“What the fuck? And you’re just finding this out now?”

“Our surveillance system was tampered with.”

“So it was an inside job.”

“We had a severe storm yesterday, so someone saw it as a perfect opportunity to use the downed power grid, the backup generator, and the lack of guards that were moved to protect the houses first. Whoever it was knew the contingency plans.”

“Well, I have an idea who.”

“Who?” my father asked.

“Who the fuck else? Damon. We kicked that fuck out instead of killing him like I wanted to. He was willing to double cross me for my woman, knowing damn well the consequences. Don’t you think it would be possible that he’d be the one to access the clubhouse?”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” Ian says. He’s the tech that works with Cyber, who has been down with a serious stomach flu.

“Isn’t it a coincidence that Cyber’s severely ill, and then this happens? I’m calling Miles.”

“We call Miles and we’re going to have bloodshed before we know what’s going down,” Beast warns. “Won’t just be the Riders. He’ll have goons in here that rival the cartels.” That’s why I like Miles. He’s a bit crazy and that’s needed.

“If someone poisoned his father and we don’t tell him, what do you think he’ll do?”

“You’re right,” my dad says.

“Poisoned who?” Miles says, walking in the clubhouse. “You all need better security at the gate.” He adjusts his bloody cuff.

“Tell me he’s not dead.”

“He’s not dead,” he answers with a deadpan expression.

“Seriously, Miles.”

“Come, now, Uncle Boomer. I swear I didn’t kill your pathetic foot soldier, but I did give him a warning that if he ever denies me entry again, I’ll kill his entire family. I just found out my father is in the hospital. My private doctor is seeing him. Now—since you fucks want to leave me out of the shit storm that’s apparently going down, I’m assuming you believe it’s not just some foodborne illness.”

“We believe he might have been poisoned so someone could hack our surveillance.”

“I will locate the fuckers, and then I will hunt them down.” On top of being an elite hacker, Miles is a mob boss. Natural-born psycho, it would seem. “Have you had this place swept for devices before you held a fucking meeting in here?”

“No.”

“You’re getting old.” Miles tips his head toward the door. Moments later, several men exit a cluster of black SUVs.

“They’re going to sweep the place for all devices. Someone wanted in here for more than security.”

“I can hack into the system from my home in Vegas,” he confesses. “What else is here? Codes to bank records? Buildings?” My father thinks about it all. There are lots of things in his office that are accessible, but he locks it up tight and without proper access, you can’t get in once it’s locked.

All of the men run out. “Sir, we need to leave now. It’s rigged to explode.”

“What?” We all shouted.

“The bomb is in the kitchen. It’s rigged to the oven timer, and we only have a minute left.” We don’t even get to the main gate when there’s a large explosion inside. The building rattles, and a plume of smoke comes from under the doors.

“It looks like it wasn’t completely totaled, but we’ll need to wait for a team to inspect it.”

“Miles, they call me ‘Boomer’ for a reason. I’m a demolition expert, and so is my son. Someone did this intentionally, and they will pay for it.”

Three hours later, we have the burning embers put out and finally deem the building safe to enter. Miles decided to leave almost immediately after we had things under control. He didn’t want to leave his parents alone for even a moment. Most of the damage is to the kitchen and main hangout area, although they did manage to send a message to my father’s office, creating a giant hole in the side of one wall. Thankfully, nothing but a sofa is there.


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