Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Kendric (King's Descendants MC #4) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Bella Jewel |
| Language: | English |
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I’m a cop. Sworn to protect, to keep people safe. I’m supposed to abide by the rules, to always do right. That’s what the rule book says, doesn’t it? I take my job seriously, even if sometimes my job doesn’t take me seriously… I fight for what’s right, I fight for justice. So, how I got tangled up with a notorious MC, dealing with illegal investigations that would have my job ripped from beneath me, is beyond my comprehension. Yet, here I am, dipping my toes into dangerous waters, doing illegal research, risking it all for justice… Justice for innocent girls. Mostly, justice for him. A man I let down. A man who can’t stand me. A man who will go away for a very long time if I don’t fix what I’ve broken. A man who is everything I’m not – dangerous, deadly and a biker… A man who I shouldn’t care about, who I shouldn’t want, who makes me question everything I am. Yet, here I am… It’s too late to turn back now. | |
| Books in Series: | King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel |
| Books by Author: | Bella Jewel |
PROLOGUE
KENDRIC
My eyes move over the dark surroundings, and fuck if I can get them to adjust. I hear voices, voices that are far too close. Far too fucking close to where I’m trying to cover our tracks.
Told them I’d make it out.
Told them I’d sort this out for us.
I’m running out of time, I’m running out of options.
A low voice echoes through the trees, and I know they’re too close now for me to do anything but surrender. I left it too long. I should have run with Mykel, Samson, and Waverly, but I stayed. I fucking stayed. I did it for my club. For everyone that is relying on me. It’s me or them, and if anyone is going down, it’s not going to be them.
Dax set it all up, the perfect plan.
It’s up to me now to make sure that plan doesn’t play out.
I could run, I could hide, I could find any fucking reason not to be here.
I don’t do any of those things.
I push my shovel into the soft dirt surrounding the body of Constable Bennett, and I wait.
I wait for them to appear.
To arrest me.
I turn, glancing in the direction that my brothers ran into and consider, for a second, that I might have time to run.
Then I think of the implications on the club.
“Do not move.”
I turn slowly and see three cops standing in the darkness, flashlights shining on me. One of those cops is Zariah, a woman I thought the club had come to trust. She could change this around for me, she could tell them I have nothing to do with this, clear everything up. But she doesn’t do that—no, she fucking steps forward, her eyes pleading with me to understand. “You’re under arrest, anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can’t afford one the state will provide one.”
Her voice echoes through the night as the other cop radios in for backup.
I drop the shovel, and I meet her eyes. “Zariah,” I try to say, but she looks away, her face tight.
“Cuff him,” another cop orders.
Zariah steps forward, and in a voice that’s strong and yet so incredibly fucking weak, she tells me to turn around. I do as she asks, and my jaw tightens as she snaps the cuffs on my wrists. My chest tightens with rage, rage that she’s not speaking up, rage that she’s not helping me, rage that she’s letting all of this happen.
“Where’s the rest of them?” a tall, prick of an officer demands as he steps forward and gets up in my face.
“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Know this is the work of your entire club, so where are the fuckin’ rest of them?”
I lean in closer, feeling Zariah’s hands tighten on my arm as she tries to hold me back. “I said,” I hiss. “I don’t fuckin’ know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re here alone, is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Does it look like I’m surrounded by people?”
His face tightens.
“You’re standing over the body of a police officer, there are women in the basement, and we know exactly what’s going on here. We also know your club has something to do with it. I’ll ask again, where the hell are they?”
Pushy motherfucker.
“I was workin’ with Dax, I buried this body, and I’m helpin’ him with sellin’ those girls. I have no fuckin’ idea who told you the club had something to do with this, because they didn’t.”
“You’re lyin’ to me,” he growls.
“Fuckin’ prove it, pig,” I snarl.
I’m on the ground in a split second, fists smashing into my face. The officers kick me in the ribs while the other one hits me with his fist over and over again. Blood pools in my mouth and anger bursts forth. I thrash on the ground, trying to fucking get up but nobody comes to help me.
Nobody.
Not even fucking her.
Zariah.
“You think you’re tougher than us now, boy,” the officer snarls, driving his boot into my ribs once more. “Fuckin’ pathetic biker.”
They reach down and haul me up, and my eyes meet Zariah’s. She looks horrified, but not once did she step forward and stop them. Not fucking once. She let them treat me like a fucking dog. Kicking me on the ground like I’m a piece of shit.
“You’ll fuckin’ regret that,” I roar at the cop.
“You think I’m scared of you and your little club, boy?” He laughs. “Fuckin’ bikers. Get him to the car.”
He shoves me at Zariah, and she catches me, holding onto my cuffs as she whispers, “Yes, sir.”
She turns me and we move down the path, the two of us, dead silent.
I’m sure she has plenty to say, but she’s not fucking saying it.
“You could have helped me,” I growl into the darkness. “You could have fuckin’ stopped that.”