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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“Alright!” I shout back at the door and swipe up my black leather kutte with the word Prospect stitched at the bottom.

Being the son of the Louisville Royal Bastards President doesn’t mean shit. I could be worth a billion dollars and I’d still have to go through the probationary period. I’ve gotta prospect just like any other man who wants in the club, no exceptions.

Fuck, bein’ the Pres’s son means I probably catch more hell than any of the other guys. Gotta make sure I know I’m a brother and not someone special.

I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way, except for right fucking now.

Yanking the bedroom door open to see Gremlin standing there with his arms crossed over his chest gives me pause. Normally, he’s the happy-go-lucky kind of fuck. Right now, he looks harassed and pissed.

“What’s up?” I ask, grabbing and pulling Allie’s hand so she’s standing beside me.

“We’re gonna be late as fuck if we don’t move now. Hound’s already pissed we ain’t gone yet,” he says and motions back through the clubhouse to parts unknown.

Fuck, Hound is my father, and if he’s pissed…

Well shit, I can only be on bathroom duty so many times before I’ll want to kill myself.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Alright, we’ll swing by Allie’s on the way there,” I say, moving down the hallway, heading for the barroom of our clubhouse.

“No fuckin’ way, man,” Gremlin says with a shake of his head. “We can’t be making any stops.”

“What the fuck are we supposed to do then?” I ask and look from him to Allie. “We sure as fuck can’t take her with us, and she ain’t staying here, either.”

No way in the world would I leave her here with the club skanks and sweetbutts. Hell no, not going to fucking happen. I’d trust my brothers with her life, but not the skanks and sweetbutts. Half of them want to climb the club ladder to ol’ lady, and the others are too dumb to speak.

They also look at Allie as some type of rival, like they could replace her if they could only get her out of their way.

“Fuck!” I growl out at Gremlin. “Who’s on sober duty tonight?”

“Horse, I think,” Gremlin says as he walks toward the bar. “Want me to get his ass?”

“Yeah, see if he can…” I say before looking down at Allie’s questioning look.

“What’s going on?” she asks, her brow furrowing.

“I gotta go on a job,” I sigh and rake my fingers through my hair. “I fucking hate doing this, but I need Horse to get you home tonight.”

“But I—” she starts to say, but I shake my head quickly at her.

I look into her eyes, knowing she’ll understand. “Club business, Allie Cat.”

“Oh… okay,” she sighs with resignation.

And that’s exactly why I feel the way I do about Allie. She doesn’t challenge me when it comes to the club. She knows that it’s who I am and a part of my life. She also knows by bein’ with me she’s gonna be a part of this life too.

I lead her back to my room and grab one of my old leather riding jackets for her.

“Gotta keep that wind off ya,” I say as I look down at the thin-ass jean jacket she wore on the way over here.

Also gotta keep her skin from peeling off her if she were to ever crash.

Lifting it up, she sniffs it and grins at my look.

“Whatcha doin’?” I ask.

“Making sure it’s not stinky. That one jacket you used to have smelled like roadkill,” she says then quickly shoots by me before I can catch her.

“That was cologne, brat!” I say as I catch up to her and firmly swat her ass.

“Ouch!” she yelps and reaches back to rub that juicy ass of hers. “Is that what they call it nowadays? I thought it smelled like someone hit a skunk.”

Laughter erupts to my left as we make it back to the bar and Gremlin hears what she’s sayin’. “Dude, she givin’ ya the lowdown on that shit you used to wear?”

“For fuck’s sake! That shit cost me ninety dollars a fucking bottle!” I growl. Yanking Allie over to my side, I murmur, “It got you, didn’t it?”

Looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes, she says, “No, my big, strong biker, it was all those huge muscles…”

Rolling my eyes at her, I swat her ass again to make her jump. I love her reaction, love the little squeak and wince she gives. It’s a huge fucking turn on.

Yelping, Allie dances away from me as she shrugs herself into my jacket. She’s so small though it makes her look even tinier. Fuck, that’s a sexy look. Might just have to have her walk around our bedroom with just that jacket on.

I can just imagine those sexy legs peeking out from under the jacket as she sits demurely on the bed, her tits covered from me…



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