Hushed Torment Read Online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #2)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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“We’ll find him, he’ll slip up. The fucker can’t be smart forever.”

“Wherever Scarlett found this prick, wish she had left him there,” Koda mutters then pulls out his phone. “Waitin’ for a call, trackin’ information on Charlie. Tryin’ to find out who she’s hidin’ from, who is after her. Might give us another lead if it isn’t Trey who has her. Offered her our protection, I’m goin’ to make sure we follow through with that.”

“You like her?” I grin at him, feral and teasing.

His face hardens and he growls, “Don’t give a fuck about her. I do give a fuck about innocent people goin’ down for shit they didn’t do. Someone is after her, could see it in her eyes. I’m goin’ to find out if she has good reason for someone to be after her. If she doesn’t, I’ll make that someone go away.”

“One day you’ll tell me why you got such an obsession with that,” I mutter, “but today ain’t that day. Goin’ to find Amalie, their show starts in half an hour. Go around, make sure everyone is set and watchin’. Don’t want anythin’ happenin’ to those girls out there tonight.”

“On it,” Koda says, voice closed off. Any mention of his past, even a hint, and he shuts down. He clams up. He puts his wall up.

Whatever happened to him, it fucked something inside him.

I watch him go and then turn and walk toward Amalie’s dressing room. Scarlett has her own, and the rest take turns in the other. Amalie is the only female in the band, so the men are all hovering outside, smoking and laughing. Fuckers better not walk in there while my girl is getting changed or they’ll soon forget how it feels to have a penis.

I walk up to security standing outside the door, and say in a “don’t fuck with me” tone. “Amalie in there? If so, open the door.”

The man standing at the bottom of the two small steps leading in glares at me. He doesn’t like me as much as the organizers, but he too doesn’t get a choice.

“She’s getting hair and makeup,” he tells me, not moving.

“And I’m goin’ in. You either move, or trust me, I’ll fuckin’ make you move.”

With a low growl, he steps aside. He won’t have a job if he argues with me, and he’ll have a sore fucking face because I’ll put my fist against it. I stomp up the two stairs and open the door, stepping into the small trailer. There is a man and woman standing around Amalie, doing her hair and puffing on her make up.

My breath fucking stops.

She looks incredible.

Dark hair curled down around her back, face made up like a fucking doll, her soft features only pronounced with the makeup. She’s wearing, from what I can see, a silver dress that looks way too fucking short for my liking. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and her cheeks get that beautiful shade of pink I love so fucking much.

“Nearly done?” I growl.

Because I’m going to fuck her before she goes on that stage. I’m going to make sure the burn of me is between her legs as all the other men stare up at her, wishing she was theirs. Yeah, I’ll make sure I’m on her mind every single second she’s away from me.

“We’re finished here,” the woman says, closing her makeup kit and turning, glancing at me.

She looks me up and down, and grins. “Lucky girl.” Then she’s gone.

The man does a few more things to Amalie’s hair, and then turns, gathers his things, and leaves without another word. Amalie stands, turning toward me, and I let my eyes fall on that dress that is hugging her way too tightly, dipping into her curves, curling around her ass. Fuck me. She looks too good for me to let her walk out of this room without my hands going on her.

“Come here,” I tell her, crooking my finger.

“You can’t ruin my hair and makeup, Malakai,” she whispers, smiling. “It took a lot of work to make me this beautiful.”

“Took fuck-all work, and I won’t touch your face, or your hair, but I am goin’ to put my cock in you, deep and hard, so you’re thinkin’ of me every second you’re out on that stage. Now come here.”

Her cheeks heat and she walks toward me. Innocent she may be, but Amalie has a side to her that enjoys the darker parts of life. She squirms when I tell her what to do, and she likes the bad side to me. When I let it show, just a little, her face changes and her eyes get lusty. Fucking beautiful.

When she reaches me, I step forward, curling my hand around her ass and cupping it hard, bringing her body up against mine. “This is mine, you hear me?”



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