Wrath – Satan’s Fury MC Read Online L. Wilder

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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Damn.

Stitch was made for this shit.

It was in his blood.

He’d been the club’s enforcer for as long as I’d known him. He was good at it and it would be hard to see him go, but I understood why he was ready to step down. This shit was tough. It took a toll on a man, and I wasn’t sure I had what it took to take his place. When Stitch stepped back over to me, I decided to voice my concern. “I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why you guys think I’m the one for this.” I shook my head. “I mean, why not Chains? He’s a fucking beast or what about Torch or...”

“We had our reasons for choosing you.” Stitch placed his hand on my shoulder. “Now, it’s time for you to prove that we were right.”

CHAPTER 2

Mia

I’d grown up in the MC, and as much as I loved the brothers and the lifestyle, it wasn’t for the faint of heart. There were always secrets floating around, ones laced with danger and mayhem, and as women, we were rarely privy to what was going on. We’re told that it’s for our own safety, but there were times when I wasn’t so sure that was the case. But I wasn’t allowed to question it.

I could, but I wouldn’t get an answer—at least not a real one.

I was expected to do what I was told.

That was one of the many expectations that came with being the enforcer’s daughter. It was something I didn’t always understand. The brothers loved my father. They respected him, but with that respect came an element of fear. And that fear often led them to be either overprotective and overbearing or cold and aloof, avoiding me at all costs.

It wasn’t always easy.

But they taught me a lot, like how to deal with stubborn men.

I learned not to worry about what others think and to fight for what I want.

I learned a great deal from the women in the club, too,

Cotton’s daughters, Darby and Susana, were my dearest friends. They were like sisters to me, right along with Maverick’s and Big’s daughters, Lexie and Addie. We went to school together, played together, and during that time, they taught me that you could achieve anything with a little patience and determination.

I loved them. I loved being with them and growing up with them, but as we grew older, it got harder and harder to spend time together.

We’d all gone off to college or to work and lived in different cities, and we didn’t get to spend as much time together, just holidays and major lockdowns—like the one we were under now.

None of us had any idea why Cotton had called the lockdown.

That was one of those things that was never shared with us, but we knew it had to be something serious for him to call us home during the middle of a semester. Our suspicions were confirmed later in the week when several fires were set at the clubhouse. It sent us all into a frenzy, and I started to worry that we were in real trouble.

It was that worry that had me rushing to find my father.

I waited until all the excitement had died down and most had returned to the quarters before I started down the hall to find him. I hadn’t gotten far when I spotted Wrath walking towards me, and oh my.

No matter how many times I saw him, I could never get used to how incredibly hot he was. His dirty blonde hair was pulled back, revealing his intense, ocean-blue eyes, and he was wearing jeans with a long sleeve t-shirt and his Fury cut. Most of his tattoos were covered, but I knew they were there. He’d gotten his first one while he was overseas, and every time I blinked, it seemed like he got another until he was completely covered in them.

I was thinking about the last time I’d seen him without a shirt on and how incredible he looked when his baby blues met mine, and he gave me one of his nonchalant nods. “Mia.”

“Hey, Wrath.” I swallowed hard, but it did little to get my hormones in check. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going. You?”

“It’s going okay. I was just looking for my dad. Have you seen him?”

“He’s kind of tied up at the moment.” Concern marked his face as he stopped and asked, “Why? Something wrong?”

“I was hoping to ask him that.”

“Everything’s good. You don’t have to worry.”

“The clubhouse was on fire, Wrath,” I argued. “Everything isn’t good.”

“The fires are out, and everyone’s fine. That’s what matters.” His eyes skirted over me, sending a wicked chill down my spine. “You certainly look like you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“See? All is well.” He started back down the hall as he said, “I’ll let Stitch know you were looking for him.”


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