Broken Wings Read online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty (Royal Bastards MC – Louisville KY #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Royal Bastards MC - Louisville KY Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he growls as he positions his body over mine.

His hands come down, sinking into the mattress besides my shoulders. Tattooed arms trapping me in a cage.

And I can’t breathe, not with him above me…

Not with the way he’s looking at me.

He looks like he wants to rip out my throat with his fucking teeth.

I stare up at him, at his stupidly handsome face, and wonder if this is what the gazelle feels like when it’s pinned by the lion.

One wrong move and it all could be over…

Yet, even knowing that, a little thrill of excitement courses through my body.

Oh my god… what the hell is wrong with me?

Beyond disturbed and more than a little freaked out by my reaction, I lick my dry lips and ask, “Where’s Levi?”

Coy’s eyes drift down, locking on my mouth. “He’s safe.”

Fuck… it looks like he wants to kiss me now…

And that possibility terrifies me more than the thought of him killing me.

Resisting the urge to squirm, I take a deep, calming breath, and say, “I need to see him.”

His gaze drifts even lower, brushing against my breasts as I struggle not to pant. I swear I can feel the heat of his eyes burning through my shirt, and my damn nipples tighten.

Then his attention snaps back up to my face.

I watch his nostrils flare and his breathing deepen. I don’t know what it is about it, but an unwanted flare of confused arousal hits me right in the stomach.

He’s not touching me, but I can feel the weight of him pressing down on me.

His huge presence alone sending tingles of expectation across my skin.

Expectation of what, though?

This doesn’t make any damn sense.

Voice deep and heavy with accusation, he says, “You’ve been able to see him every day for the past few years, Allie. Where I…”

Trailing off, his right hand lifts, and I flinch as it nears my face.

Jaw tightening, his expression becomes downright murderous as his fingers wrap around my throat.

And that damn thrill of excitement is back again as his thumb strokes against my skin.

God help me, I’m fucking losing it…

I’ve been through too damn much these past forty-eight hours and now the wires are crossing in my brain.

I should be disgusted and repulsed by this man.

Not getting fucking turned on by him.

Leaning down until his nose is nearly touching my nose, Coy grits out, “He’s my son and I’m a fuckin’ stranger to him. Hell, he’s a stranger to me.”

I press back against the pillow beneath my head, trying to put some space between us, but there’s no fucking give.

Staring into his eyes, into the dark blue that’s slowly blackening into an abyss, I don’t know who’s crazier…

Me or him?

How can he believe Levi is his?

Yes, in the heat of the moment, I was almost convinced there was a possibility. Yet, here and now, I can’t believe it.

I agree and accept that they look alike, almost eerily alike.

Staring back at Coy, my heart and breathing racing, there’s no denying it.

They have the same hair color, the same color of eyes, and maybe their bone structure is similar…

But does that really prove it?

Besides the fact I truly have no fucking clue who he is and I can’t recall ever meeting him in my life, in order for me to believe that Levi is Coy’s, I’d have to believe I somehow met him during the time I don’t remember.

In order to believe that I’d also have to believe my parents lied to me.

My parents would never lie to me.

Why would they?

What would they have to gain?

My parents were upstanding Christians and worked for the very church they worshipped in. They devoted their lives to improving the lives of others and spreading the faith.

To think they would purposely deceive me, that they would keep Levi from knowing his father…

It’s inconceivable to me.

No, all my life, all my parents have done is love me and try to protect me. They even tried to protect us from Mikhail…

And it cost them in the end.

I can’t sully their memory or what they sacrificed by thinking the worst of them.

Not for a second.

Coy doesn’t strike me as a stupid man though. Big, intimidating, and brash, yes. But not stupid.

And given everything he’s done, I’m pretty damn sure he’s not lying to me.

No, there must be a reason or an unfortunate coincidence causing him to believe what he believes.

The only thing I can think of is that there must be another Allie out there somewhere, another Allie who looks like me.

They say everyone has a doppelganger… She could be mine…

Ugh, it all seems so bizarre and far-fetched, but it’s the only explanation I can come up with at the moment.

Coy is scaring the crap out of me, but I get the impression it’s because he’s hurt. Beneath that angry look on his face is pain.



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