Luck of the Devil Read Online Marie James (Ravens Ruin MC #2)

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ravens Ruin MC Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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In the land of all things cartel, I can honestly say I’m a little worried with every breath I take. These guys are relentless. They don’t give a shit about anything but loyalty and money, and not always in that order. The brutality they’re known for is enough to get anyone to toe the line. They don’t speak softly and back it up with firepower when they need to. These guys come in guns blazing, no matter what innocent person could be cut down from their attack.

“Is my pussy not good enough for you?” Luis doesn’t lean in closer in order to intimidate. He doesn’t even look over at Lynch when he speaks, opting to keep his eyes and hands on the woman he’s summoned over to pull his dick out.

“The stewardess sucked me off on the flight in,” Lynch claims.

“Atta boy,” Luis says just before his head rolls on the back of the sofa as the girl at his feet begins sucking his dick.

“Why would you say something like that?” I hiss in Lynch’s ear while our host is distracted.

We flew commercial, and Lynch never left his damn seat.

“Zoe,” he mutters.

She was the reason I was offended in the first place, but him mentioning her name gives me all I need to understand. It isn’t above Luis to use any person as a pawn to get what he wants. Staying in the dark about Lynch’s undying love for Molly’s best friend is best for everyone involved.

“We really need to discuss this,” I mumble, keeping my eyes off of the woman Luis is trying to choke with his cock.

“Doing that under his roof isn’t an option,” Lynch replies.

“She’s got the perfect mouth,” Luis praises after grunting his release. With a rough hand on her cheek, he turns her head in my direction. “He’s next, puta.”

The woman doesn’t raise her eyes to mine, she merely shuffles on her knees in my direction. “No thanks.”

Luis's eyebrow raises, but at least the woman stops between us, waiting for direction like a trained puppy.

“The bitch on the plane suck you off, too?”

“My VP is celibate,” Lynch answers for me as if he had noticed the tension that’s rolling off of me. Coming here was a bad fucking idea. We’re sitting fucking ducks in this goddamn compound. I feel like a puppet on a string, just waiting for the rabid animals circulating around the room to attack. One guy in the corner with crazy eyes looks like he’d have more fun ripping me apart than I’ve ever seen in TJ’s eyes, and that guy lives for blood and gore.

“No pussy?” Luis grins. “We have a couple guys downstairs willing to lift their asses in the air if that’s what you prefer. We don’t bring them up here because my men want to pretend that they don’t exist.”

Luis winks in our direction as if he’s sharing a secret among good friends.

“Celibate,” I grunt. “Not gay.”

I do my best to get a bead on each of our guys in the massive room. TJ is pouting on the other side of the room with his head bent over his phone. Smalls and Hornet are entertaining a woman each on the far side. Everyone is accounted for and safe so far.

Luis shrugs, seemingly not affronted by my second rejection. “I mean, at the end of the day a hole is a hole, right?”

“Exactly,” Lynch says with a wicked grin on his lips. Anyone who doesn’t know him would think he’s as fucked up as our host, but I know better.

“Toro over there—” He points in the direction of the squirrely-eyed guy. “He’s fond of cutting people and sticking his dick in the wounds.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. We don’t have shit on these guys, and I’ve always assumed our group was the most fucked up people around.

“Ronan,” Lynch snaps when another woman sits beside him. He doesn’t touch her, doesn’t pull her red tipped fingers from his thigh.

“Yeah, Prez?” Ronan stands a few feet away, making sure not to get too close. Upsetting Luis isn’t on the agenda this evening.

“She’s lonely.” Lynch angles his head in the woman’s direction. “Can you show her some attention?”

“At your service.” Ronan holds out his hand for the woman, and I know Lynch doesn’t breathe another breath until she’s away from him and being escorted up the wide staircase.

“Are we going to discuss what we came here for?” Agitation marks my boss’s voice as he pulls his eyes from the retreating couple and shoots a glare at Luis.

“Tomorrow.” Luis waves a hand in the direction of the festivities. “Enjoy this party. It is in your honor after all.”

“We have a ton of shit going on back home,” Lynch reminds him.

“Ah, yes.” Luis waves his hand and a woman places a drink in it in seconds. “I imagine taking over such a large enterprise after your father killed my wife is quite a task.”


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