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Jilted Bride: Marrying The Biker King
Chapter 1
dal
omeone slurred, sloshing c
s a deafening storm of grinding metal, stale exhaust, and rank sweat. As the f
eminder from the diner about covering the midnight shift. Every extra dollar was a nail in
testosterone closed in. I needed ai
u
e phone out. Unkno
ed the
ers, the roaring Harleys, the drunken brawl
st cav
man who had sworn on his club
ockroom. One heavy hand was shoved down the front of her leather
e image, the surveillance
watch rea
to nothing and laughed too loud. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a wrecked moan, h
ry. I didn
w laugh scra
nd a woman who couldn't spell his last name? It wasn't heartbreak slicing through me-
en looking all
wo plastic cups of draft beer, that golden-boy smirk plastered on his
t and violent, st
he asked, reachi
touch like he was coated i
nd walked straight toward the wooden
e you going?" he
ps, brushed past the startled rhythm guitar
eal of feedback to
eavy hitters up front wearing the three-piece Serpents of
e was pure, chilling steel. It startled even me
ted shoving through the crowd.
ned from his skin. "You came over here looking for me. But I think
through the yard, foll
working so hard inside her pants two minutes ago, you probab
d. Jayson went from sheet-white to a suffocating, violent pu
lid off the diamond engagement ring he'd bragged
said, every word hitting like a
ked my
he wooden stage with a
for the next whore willi
he guitarist's chest, turned
ther waves before the Red Sea.
es, hit the gravel road, and let th
