Koyn – Royal Bastards MC Read online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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Blinding white pain bursts through my nerve endings, nearly making me black out. I fall face first onto the sticky linoleum, a sob trembling through me.

“You’re nothing but a whore, Hadley,” he sneers. “A selfish whore.”

Another kick to the ribs.

I have to get away.

It takes everything in me to crawl into the storage room. I keep blacking out and everything hurts. I can’t make sense of this Milk. He’s not the same sixteen-year-old boy who promised me forever if I’d just let him put his fingers inside me.

“You’ve been demoted, bitch, to club skank. You like my daddy inside your whore mouth. Hammer has a thing for tight assholes. We’ll pass you around until you’re used and useless. Then I’ll cut your throat myself.”

I shut down.

His words aren’t him.

It’s the Jack talking.

It’s his dad talking.

This is Milk.

Not my Junior.

Nope.

He starts yanking at my jeans and I scream. I’m not sure how he can be hard right now, but I feel his dick pressing into me as he tries to remove my pants. I grab for anything and my fingers brush over one of the cans I’d thrown earlier. With a shriek, I slam it into the side of his mouth.

“What the fuck—” He spits several teeth at me, his blood rushing heavy and hot down onto my face.

I slam it toward his head again, but this time, he moves out of the way. The can gets knocked out of my hand and it’s like a switch is flipped on him. Gone is the Milk I knew. In its place is a demon. He yanks out his knife and starts cutting at my clothes despite my thrashing. The knife cuts into me a few times, making me sob in pain.

I’m going to die.

The boy I loved is going to kill me.

I’m too young to die.

I just turned eighteen a few days ago.

With a grunt, he yanks my jeans off one leg and then pushes my thighs roughly apart. I scream when he cuts through my panties. He’s just pulling his dick out, with the sticky rubber he was wearing with Juicy still hanging on, when he freezes, his eyes widening in shock. Blood still runs past his lips from losing teeth, but he’s no longer trying to assault me.

“Get. The. Fuck. Up.”

The voice behind him is cold and evil. Bone chilling.

Milk yelps when he’s yanked off me and to his feet. The man behind him isn’t a demon. It’s the devil himself. Dark eyes. Dark hair. Dark soul. A thick, scarred “X” cuts through his skin on his face, making him look utterly terrifying. He has a fat knife pressed to Milk’s throat.

“He rape you?” the man growls, eyeing me with wild, manic eyes.

“Run, Hadley.” Milk’s violent stare is gone and he’s the worried boy who loved me at one time.

I shakily grab for my jeans, but the big man is standing on them. “You’re not going out there.” His command freezes me. “Where’s Putnam?” the man hisses, pressing the blade into Milk’s flesh so that he bleeds from the action.

“I don’t know,” Milk lies.

“Three seconds to answer.”

“I said I don’t fucking—”

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The deafening sound of gunfire has me shrieking. I scramble into the safety of the storage room, butt-ass naked, no longer worried about my jeans. The devil man stalks after me, hauling Milk with him.

“I was going to make him watch, but not after this shit. You don’t deserve to fucking breathe another second, you piece of shit,” the man snarls. “This. Is. For. Your. Father.”

I stare in horror as the man stabs Milk so many times I lose count. Ribs. Stomach. Chest.

“Nooooo!” I scream. “Noooo!”

Milk gushes blood from each hole and his eyes roll back. The man holds him up even though he’s clearly passed out. The gunfire is relentless in the other room, but this monster isn’t worried. He simply holds him until he stops twitching. Then, without any remorse, he drops him to the floor like a sack of garbage. A sob rattles through me as I scramble over to Milk.

“Junior!” I cry out. “Junior, wake up, baby! Please!”

So much blood.

He’s not waking up.

He’ll never wake up.

“Holy shit, Koyn,” a deep voice rumbles from behind the murdering monster. “She looks like Bla—”

“I know,” the monster growls and stalks over to me. I screech when he snags my arm, hauling me to my feet. I’m easily hoisted up and thrown over his shoulder as though I weigh nothing. My bare ass is up in the air for all to see.

“You find Putnam?” Koyn growls.

“Fucker got away. Everyone else is dead, though.”

“Goddammit!” Koyn roars, his fury rattling me to my bones.

Everyone? Hammer? Bouncer? Molly? Juicy?

Oh God.

I stop my struggling when I realize the man speaking to Koyn is wearing an FBI jacket. Am I safe? Did they save me?

“Cover this shit up, Copper. Ride back to Animal’s club with Filter. I’m getting her the hell out of here.”


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