Deacon (Iron Tzars MC #12) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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“You think you can force me into submission? Is that it? Any right you had to put your hands on me, for any reason, you threw away when you decided I wasn’t enough for you. I left. I got out of your way like I’m sure you wanted.”

“I did, Apple. I wanted you to come to Grim Road and your sister. This place is so well-hidden and protected, even the locals don’t know where it is.” I took a step toward her, but she mirrored my movement, dancing backward to keep distance between us now where she never had before.

Before…

Apple always ran toward me. Never away. Before.

Before I’d left on that mission for Sting. Before I’d infiltrated this fucking trafficking ring. Before I’d broken her heart.

Apple’s eyes flashed with a mixture of pain, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite pin down. Her chest heaved in deep breaths. Her lips parted as if she was deciding on her next barrage of curses. But then, surprisingly, she went quiet. The silence stretched between us, thick and tense.

“I don’t want to fight you, Deacon,” she finally said, her voice low and shaking. “But I can’t keep doing this… this dance where you pull me close and then push me away as if I mean nothing to you.” Her gaze met and held mine. Tears glistened in her bright, blue eyes but refused to well and fall.

“I never said you didn’t mean anything to me, Apple.” My words came out an anguished whisper because I knew what I’d said to her and the way I’d treated her said exactly that. “You’ve always been the one bright spot in my life. You mean… everything.” Telling her this was the exact wrong move, but the words were wrenched out of me. I swallowed hard, shaking my head slightly. “I pushed you away to protect you.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” she snapped, a fierce scowl on her lovely face. Apple should never look like this. Displeased. Angry. Hurt. She should never have anything other than a happy, contented smile on her face because she was nothing but sweetness and light. Which was exactly why I needed to push her away. “I don’t need your protection, Deacon. I never did. I’ve got my sister and the whole of Iron Tzars and Grim Road to protect me. Both clubs, wherever I want to make my home, will keep me safe. From anything and everything.”

Apple’s voice was steadier now, a hard edge sharpening her words. “I came here on my own terms. I’m not some damsel you need to save, Deacon. I’m stronger than you think.”

I ran a hand through my hair, the weight of our past and present mistakes tangling in every strand. “I know you are,” I admitted, my voice hoarse with the emotion clogging my throat. “Stronger than I ever gave you credit for. But that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you, that I don’t want to make sure you’re safe.”

“No. You were looking for a way out and now you feel guilty.” She gave a derisive snort. “You said for me to move on. Just because I don’t want to see you dead doesn’t mean I haven’t done exactly what you told me to do and found someone else.”

Everything inside me rebelled. I clenched my fists, growling and baring my teeth, like some kind of predator angry that another predator was in my territory. “Who?” It was a command. I wanted to know what man had touched her. So I could fucking castrate the bastard.

“None of your business. It ceased to be your business when you came back that last time.” She shook her head, frowning up at me as tears now spilled from her eyes down her cheeks.

“It’s every bit my fuckin’ business.” I was back on the edge of my control. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I completely lost my mind. “You’re mine, Apple! No one else’s!”

There was silence for several beats. We stared each other down, then she scoffed at me. “Fuck you, Deacon.”

The defiance in her voice pierced me with its validity. I had no counter because she was right. It wasn’t my business by my own decree. Apple was strong, surrounded by people who would lay down their lives for her. Yet, the selfish part of me that hated letting her go, that despised not being the one to stand by her side and shield her from the world -- protect her, love her -- raged silently within.

Her gaze cooled to an icy calm that contrasted with the fiery defiance of moments ago. “Why did you come here, Deacon? What do you want from me?”

I couldn’t answer that. Part of me wanted to believe I came back for noble reasons, to ensure her safety or maybe just to see her face. But deep down, I knew better. It was selfishness, the pure unadulterated need to have her in my sphere once more, even if it was just as a specter in her life. But I knew Apple would never settle for a ghost. She needed a flesh and blood man. Someone to protect her. Someone to cherish and spoil her. As much as I still wanted her, and thought maybe I could be what she needed once I got rid of Martin Calhoun, I knew I didn’t deserve to have a second chance with her. Actually, this would probably be a third chance and that was just too much to ask of anyone.



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