Mykel Read online Bella Jewel (King’s Descendants MC #3)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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“I’m sorry,” Sissy cries. Her face falls in defeat. “I seriously didn’t like that at all.”

I smile at her, even though my eye is aching. “You did me and the entire club a favor.”

“I sure hope so.”

I groan again and glance at Mykel, who is staring at me with a rather strange expression on his face. It’s the first time he’s looked at me without a frown. I’m not sure what exactly he’s thinking right now, but I’m certain that it’s not all that bad.

“You need ice?” he asks, his voice low and a little gravelly.

“No, better to let it puff up as much as it can. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Well then.” Samson claps. “That was my entertainment for the day. Let’s get you to the club so you can fill Alarick in on what’s happening tonight.”

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll grab my things.”

With that, I walk into my room with an aching eye.

Damn, I hope it’ll be worth it.

3

WAVERLY

“He really did do a good job,” Dax says, reaching out and carefully running a finger over my sore eye.

I shudder, and it’s not because it feels nice—it’s because I don’t want him to touch me. I don’t want him anywhere near me. Luckily for me, he takes the shudder as a good sign and smiles. I stare up at him, and honestly, if I were any less informed, I would say I had struck gold with a man like him.

He’s gorgeous.

In the most monstrous kind of way, I suppose.

He has dirty blond hair that curls at the ends, making it appear thicker and more inviting. His eyes are almost yellow and his skin is olive. He’s sporting a beard, but it only adds to his incredibly handsome features. He looks rugged and yet completely normal, like you’d never know the kind of monster he was if you were to pass him on the street.

That goes for most monsters though, right? They can be very well disguised.

“I’m okay,” I say, stepping away from Dax’s touch. “Just a little sore.”

“I’ll get you some ice to take the swelling out, and then I want you to meet someone special. What do you say?”

“Someone who might take care of me?” I ask hopefully.

Well, inside I’m screaming, but I’m a damned good actor, and the club sent me in here for a reason—to get all the information I can about Dax so they’re better able to bring him and his horrible operation down. The only way I can do that is to act the part.

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “I’m not sure anyone is right for you yet, my angel. You’re special.”

“I’m not special,” I say in a soft voice. “I’m a waste of space.”

He loves it when I’m pathetic. When I’m broken. When I don’t believe I’m worth a single thing in this world.

The fucker has no idea that I’m a goddamned warrior, and he’s being played harder than even he knows how to play.

“You’re nothing of the sort,” he says to me, his eyes narrowing. “You’re unlike any girl I’ve had through here; you’re strong and brave. In fact, you’re so special I just might keep you for myself.”

Excuse me.

What did he just say?

Keep me for himself?

I don’t bloody think so, buster.

I’d rather chew off my right arm than be stuck here with him for the rest of my life.

I know, of course, I’m not going to get stuck with anyone, but still . . . the very idea of it makes me sick to my stomach.

“You want to keep me?” I ask, looking up at him with doe eyes.

He reaches out and strokes my cheek. “You make me feel something different, so yeah. I might just keep you.”

I swallow and look away. “Who do you want me to meet, then?”

“Come, come. I’ll show you.”

We walk down the halls of his massive house and into his office where an older man is standing. He’s got greying hair atop his head, and when he turns, I note his dark brown eyes and weathered skin. He’s tall, lean and well dressed. He doesn’t look dangerous, and yet something about his presence screams danger to me.

It’s him—the man I’ve seen in the photos.

Aviana’s uncle.

The man running this entire operation.

The monster responsible for all this hell that’s being unleashed into the world right now.

“Waverly, this is Peter. Peter is a dear friend of mine.”

Peter. That’s it? That’s his name?

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing against that name, but this man . . . this man seems so incredibly dangerous, yet his name almost makes him sound . . . normal.

I know for a damned fact he’s not.

He’s more dangerous than even I can possibly imagine.

“Hi Peter,” I say, raising a hand and waving to him shyly.

“This is the one you were telling me about,” Peter says, stepping forward and walking towards me. I try to keep calm, but it’s hard when this monster is approaching me and I want nothing more than to claw his eyes out. “She’s a real beauty, Dax. Incredibly unique.”



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