Riding My Brother’s Best Friend – Delicious Taboos Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, Mafia, MC Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)

He used to read bedtime stories to me. It was just a silly crush, but now we’re speeding across the country together.I’ve always been the dorky kid sister. Kai is eleven years older than me, ripped, rugged, and so intense every girl in town wants him, but he’s never had eyes for anyone. So there’s no way he would look twice at me.The last time he was here, I was seventeen. Now, at nineteen, he looks at me differently. At first, I think his broody, intense energy is anger, but then he offers to take me on a trip. I think he’s just trying to be nice. I don’t guess he’s hiding a secret until it’s too late—until my brother is already in danger.Ryan and Kai have been friends since before I was born. They’re inseparable. They run the Titans together. Nothing is supposed to be able to come between them except me, apparently.What isn’t Kai telling me? And why, when I say I want to go home, does he tell me he’ll keep me prisoner if he has to?*Kidnapped By My Mom’s Ex is a steamy standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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“You knew he was sick?”

My voice is torn with agony and disbelief.

Ryan stands at the window of our kitchen. It’s the same one Mom used to bake apple pies in, the room smelling so homely. It’s the same place we’ve had countless family scenes and so much happiness. We never worried that Mom would die in a bus crash and Dad, a few years later, would get an incurable illness—the big C. I hate even thinking of its name.

Since I was sixteen, it’s just been me and Ryan, and now he won’t look at me, gazing out over the dusty hill that leads to our small corner of California. He’s wearing his Titan’s MC jacket, the motorcycle club my dad started.

Ryan glances at me, his mop of black hair falling over his eyes. I’m nineteen. He’s thirty-two. He’s always been just as much of a father figure to me as Dad, and that was doubly true when Dad passed.

“Talk to me,” I snap, hurrying across the room.

Ryan sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets. He’s tall and lean, with sharp cheekbones. He has Mom’s eyes. It always makes me sad when I think about that.

He’s watching the hill as if expecting an army of motorbikes to surge over it any second. He’s been tense lately, maybe because he recently split with his girlfriend, or perhaps it’s something else. He won’t talk to me.

I grab his arm, spin him roughly, and force him to look at me. “Did you know Dad was sick?”

Dad hid his illness for a year, spending most of his time at the motorcycle club, not telling me and, I thought, Ryan.

“I thought we were both in the dark, but you knew?”

He swallows and nods shortly. “I’m sorry. He told me soon after they diagnosed him.”

“Did he make you promise not to tell?” I demand.

This could be the saving grace. If Dad, dying, had begged Ryan not to tell me, then I can understand. I can forgive him.

“No,” Ryan says. “I made that decision myself.”

I take a step back, shaking my head.

“It’s the anniversary tomorrow.” What an upbeat word for what it is the day my dad died. “I’m ready, and you drop this on me now?”

Ryan’s eyes flit to my duffle bag. We have a tradition of camping on the peak that overlooks our small town. It’s where Dad used to take us when we were kids. Just me and Ryan, remembering the good times. This will be our third year. Or it would’ve been if Ryan hadn’t thrown this news at me.

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me. We’ve always told each other everything.”

“There’s no excuse,” he says darkly.

“Aren’t you going to defend yourself, at least?”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Jesus, Ryan.”

He bows his head and nods, his teeth gritted. “I never wanted to lie to you, but you must know.”

“You have to give me a reason.”

He folds his arms, turning fully to me now. A thousand versions of him flutter across my memory. My wannabe poet’s mind starts composing some probably terrible lines.

A titan, staring,

But I’m not lost.

The ocean glaring

And now we sail together.

Just us, only us,

We can do it.

We can do anything.

God, how dramatic, and now I’m almost crying. I feel so immature as I walk across the room and grab the kitchen towel, roughly pawing at my cheeks. Memories of Dad attack me: bobbing up and down on his knee, his voice as he read bedtime stories to me.

But that leads me to the other man who used to read me stories: his husky voice and dark eyes. The calm concealed a world of fire, heat, and potential violence—

Kai. I won’t think about him. He’s been gone for two years. When I was seventeen, he left to work with the European branch of the Titans. I sometimes hear him and Ryan talking on the phone, my entire body tingling at Kai’s voice, but I lock that away. I lock it down deep.

Ryan and Kai have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Hell, when Kai started reading stories to me, we were both kids. I was four, and he was seventeen. Mom and Dad loved Kai so much and treated him like family, which helped because he never had one of his own.

“I’m going to stay at the apartment,” I say, not looking at Ryan. I’m not sure if that comes from guilt or rage.

The apartment is the two-bedroom Ryan bought in town a couple of years ago. Sometimes, he’ll stay there when handling business, or I’ll stay there if I’m spending time with friends or working late at the diner.

I’ve taken some holiday time, just like last year when working at the diner as a summer job. Now, there’s no more high school, just the diner and the wild, weird dreams of being a poet—the most unsustainable and unlikely profession.