Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
The sister’s been trying to get me to fuck her sober, but she doesn’t know I’d rather scald my dick with liquid nitrogen than get anywhere near her over used cunt again.
I haven’t drunk to excess since that night, too much fuck can go wrong when you do that shit. I’m not into indiscriminate sex, though I have been known to bed a few women in my time.
The night I’d gotten drunk and bedded the camp slut was the anniversary of my family’s death. For some reason I hated her even more for making me soil their memory between her legs.
It was fucked up thinking but I haven’t been thinking straight since I got the news in a foreign land that my life had been fucked six ways from Sunday.
No time to think about that shit right now. If there was one thing I’d learned and learned well in the army, it was strategy. A general must always be thinking on his feet.
No situation must ever appear to catch him off guard even if he’d been caught with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand.
I knew that if I was going to do what my mind was telling me, I needed to take care of some shit on my end first, and there wasn’t much time to waste.
Out of respect for Sam I’d already had a little talk with him about what might be coming. He’d been a little bummed but he wanted the club more than he wanted her, so there goes that.
“Hey Sheila where’s your boy?” She was in the kitchen when I walked in, her face sour.
“He went over to the clubhouse, you know I could use some help around here sometimes too ya know.
I need the leak fixed in the bathroom sink and I have to go into town; but instead you’ve got him practically babysitting some teenage runaway...”
“Oh I see; we have a conflict of interest here. You seem to have a problem with the way I do things and I seem not to give a fuck about what you think.
Well, since this is my place and I own every fucking thing on it, you’ll have to get the fuck out, since I don’t plan on sharing my position with you.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock but I wasn’t done. “You have two hours to get your shit together and be gone, and do me a favor, don’t bother coming back.” I left her there to think about what the fuck she’d done to herself.
She had been taken in along with her sister because they’d had nowhere else to go. A family home rife with violence and living way below the poverty level hadn’t given them too many prospects for a happy future.
The guys had gone to their rescue one night when their old man had been beating the hell out of them and had thrown their shit out on the street.
They had been fine for the first couple of weeks or so, but then they started showing their asses.
The sister, Luanne was a slut, plain and simple. I’m not sure if she’d been one before she came here, or if she had read somewhere that women who attached themselves to an MC had to be that way.
Whatever the case, she’d made herself into a sheep and seemed to like that shit, so who was I to tell her different. She was over twenty-one.
Then came the night that I’d drank too much, because memories of my parents and my baby sister and what had been done to them had been riding me hard.
I don’t really remember much of what happened that night, I just remember waking up with her all over me on the pool table in the game room and my dick out of my pants.
I’d taken my ass to the doctor first thing and hadn’t gone near her since, no matter how much she tried to get me to fuck.
I’m not a biker; I ride a bike. I’m not a leader of an MC, but fuck if I don’t have a team of men under me asking me what moves to make and when.
I’m just an ex soldier who’s looking for vengeance for the blood of his kin, all this other shit just got thrown at me.
I wondered if I should get rid of the sister as well while I was at it, but I knew I would be blaming her for my own mistake if I did that, because she hadn’t done anything to deserve banishment. Still...
I gave myself a few minutes to get my thoughts together. My life didn’t look anything like I’d expected it to. I thought for sure by now I would be married with a kid or two under my belt.
A family that followed me around the world while I did what I loved, defending my country.