Hunter (Sons of Rebellion Book 2) (9 page)

Come on Jase, you can do this.

He jumped up, shaking it off like nothing had even happened. Jason grabbed Tyson's arm and bent it downwards until the guy started to scream. Just a little more, and the joint would snap. Tyson tried to get away, but Jase just elbowed him in the face, smashing his already busted nose even more. He looked like somebody stomped on his mug.

Tyson was panting. It looked like he was finished. He leaned against a wall, holding his arm and blood dripping from his face. All Jase had to do was end it. No wonder nobody in his club respected this kid. He was
too
easy.

Then I saw it. The metal glinted just barely enough to catch my eye. He had a knife hidden in his boot. I looked at Jase to see if he had noticed, but he was just focused on getting ready to pound this guy's head in.

I ran.

Times like this always seem to go by in slow motion. When Slick killed my sister, the knife seemed to take a million years to travel from one side of her neck to the other. I willed my feet to move faster, but it felt like I was walking through mud. My hands instinctively reached for my knife.
 

"Jase! Look out!"

But I was too late.

Just when Jase got close enough to lay into Tyson, the little worm made his move. He raised the knife high into the air, and I saw Jase's eyes go wide. He tried to fall back, but it was too late. The blade sunk deep into his chest and he groaned.

With another jerk, Tyson pulled out the blade. Quickly, he stabbed three more times for good measure. By the time Jase was down, he'd stopped breathing.

My vision went black.

Images of him flashed in my mind. Jase and I as teenagers laughing. Jase chewing me out, when I deserved it. Jase falling over drunk. Jase.
Jase
.

Tyson laughed. "So much for your club loyalty, huh? Doesn't do much against a knife to the chest."

Kill him. I was going to kill him.

I couldn't see anything else, just Tyson and that stupid smile on his busted up face. My blood rushed, pounding in my ears. I wanted to see blood.

"One down and two more to go," Tyson said. He pointed at me with his blade, still dripping with Jase's blood. "How about you? Want to go next?"

Kill. Him.

I gripped the handle of my knife hard until it almost hurt. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. No. There was no way I could ever be afraid of that punk. From
anger
. I was going to rip him to shreds.

"You were looking for me?" I yelled. "WELL,
HERE I AM!
"

I lunged at him. I don't know what happened next. I just know that I was fighting.

Every fiber of my body wanted only one thing. To kill him. To see him lying on the ground with his cold dead eyes wide open.

My body moved on its own.
 

Kicking. Punching. Grabbing. Breaking.

In a haze, I felt something sharp at my stomach, but it wasn't enough to stop me. I kept going. I wouldn't be satisfied until it was over.

Blood splashed in my face. I tasted the hot, coppery flavor on my tongue. Good. More blood. There should be more, enough that I'm covered in it.

There wasn't much left to do now.

How many times did I stab? I don't know. The movements all merged into one. I didn't even notice the moment it finally happened.

I fell to my knees. I had no more strength. My breath was hoarse and I panted, bent over on the ground.

It wasn't until after that that I realized just how far I had gone. Tyson's body was barely recognizable. It was flayed out, completely sliced open and surrounded in a dark puddle of blood. That was it. It was over.

The sharp feeling in my stomach came to me again, but this time it was clearer. I looked down. My clothes were ripped, sliced open and stained with blood.

If
that
was all, it would've been fine. I would have pressed on the wound, bandaged it, and been fine. I'd been hurt worse.

But that wasn't it.

The handle of a knife stuck out of my stomach. I wrapped my palm around it, and laughed. Was I really going out like
this
?

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Slayer: Sons of Rebellion

Flames burn, no matter how much they try to deny it.

Nadia wants to be a normal everyday girl. She wants to party, she wants to be free, and she wants to fall in love. But there's one thing standing in her way; her dad is the president of the Midnight Stalkers Motorcycle Club. Nadia's ruthless biker dad won't let anyone touch his daughter.

Hunter Flint is the rugged and rough sergeant at arms of a rival MC, the Sons of Rebellion. Hunter wears his battle scars on his skin, and he's closed himself off to love. He's come to Queenstown on a deadly mission, one that could tear the Midnight Stalkers apart.

When the two meet, it ignites passion between them. Can these star-crossed lovers ever be together ... Or will their love story crash and burn?

Wild: Dark Riders Motorcycle Club

Which will she choose? Love, or safety?

Lilly Clarkfeld just wants to be a regular college student. In her dreams she is a nurse, has a family, and is safe. That's not much to ask. But when she's forced to return to her childhood home because of her mother's illness, everything changes. Lilly's car crashes and she's taken in the night by the Dark Riders. It could have been any motorcycle club, but it was his.

Lilly's first love.
 

Asher Thomas is bigger, stronger, and more damaged than Lilly remembers, but he never forgot about her. They still burn for each other, but is this the life for Lilly? Can she put her white picket fence dreams on hold and trade them in for the rough love of an outlaw biker?

Venom: Dark Riders Motorcycle Club

Lilly Clarkfeld never wanted this life.

Instead of burying her head in books, she finds herself on the back of a motorcycle. Not only that, but her arms are wrapped around Asher, the Dark Riders' rugged VP, and Lily's first love.

But when Lilly is kidnapped by a rival club, all her carefully crafted plans go flying out the window.

Venom, the ruthless president of Tarantulas MC, is not the kind of man to say please. He gets what he wants, and he'll even turn Lilly against the people she cares about most to do it.

Will Lilly give up everything to save her very first love? Or will her new life come down around her in flames?

Blood: Dark Riders Motorcycle Club

It's now, or never.

There's no one and nowhere left for Lilly to run to. Trapped by Tarantula MC President, Venom, Lilly only has two choices. Betray her love and the Dark Riders MC. Or Die.

Lilly is willing to give up for life for Asher. She wants justice. She wants revenge. And she'll do anything to make sure that happens.

But will she be able to get what she wants?

Lilly's plan goes horribly wrong and bullets fly. Will her story end in happiness? Or will there be nothing but tears?

Control: Masters of the Sanctuary

He wants complete control. Can she obey?

It was just supposed to be another news story. Journalist Amy Cryan snuck into The Sanctuary to write an article for her job at the local newspaper. It was only supposed to be one night. That's it. Nothing serious.

But when Amy steps into The Sanctuary, all of her plans fall apart. She runs into trouble in the club, and only one man comes to save her.
Master J.

J is the hot, rich, and
demanding
owner of The Sanctuary. He's willing to give Amy a second chance if she does just one thing:
give him complete and total control over her for seven days.

 
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SEVENTEEN

MY MUSCLES ACHED. IT was like they had been stripped and torn apart. They burned with every little movement I made.

I covered my head with my blanket. I didn't want to do anything, see anything, hear anything. I was so
tired
.

Sure, I told mom and dad that I was going jogging, but how had I overdone it
this
much? I didn't even get that far, did I? The last thing I remembered was being a few blocks from home. Then this jerk came up to me on his bike and….

My eyes shot open. I never
did
finish that run.

The memories flooded back to me. Hunter. The hotel. My body warmed as I remembered all the
other
things that we did. The things I said. Was that
me
?

I pulled the cover down and looked around. Hunter was taking what looked like a TV dinner out of the rickety little microwave.