The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC Book 1) by Sam Crescent (best selling autobiographies .TXT) 📕

He narrowed hiseyes, looking over at Brick. “Why?”

“She looks young.”

Richard Prixman had been older or at least he had some fucking city miles on him. Lord expected a woman in herthirties, but when he joined Brick at the open trunk, those big green eyesstaring at him were pure innocence.

He looked over at thecop. “How old is she?”

The cop handed himher license. “Just turned nineteen. Works at a local bar. No record. Nolocation on the mother.”

Lord looked at thelicense, then back at the girl. “Get her out of there.”

Brick and Stumpunceremoniously dragged her out, dropping her down on the dirt by his feet.

“She’s a big bitch. It wasn’t easy getting her in there by myself,” saidBobby.

Lord froze inplace, staring at the cop, suddenly feeling the overwhelming urge to punch thesmug look off his face.

“Lord?”

He returned to thepresent, squeezing and releasing his fist to calm himself down. Stump stoodnext to the girl, a questioning look on his face.

This was the dayhe’d been waiting for, so why did it feel all wrong?

Lord walked overto his men and the girl sitting on the dirt, the sound of each booted footdistinct in the early morning hush. He crouched down, his leather jacket creakingas he leaned over his knees. He reached out one arm, using a curled finger totilt her face toward him.

“What’s your name?”

“I told you it’sher, Lord. There’s no mistaking it,” said the cop.

Lord whirled hishead to the side. “Did I fucking ask you a question? Keepyour mouth shut if you know what’s good for you.”

He returned hisattention to the blonde.

“What’s your name?”

She swallowedhard. “Ally.”

“Ally what?”

“Ally Prixman.”

He nodded. “Thenyou’re exactly the girl we’ve been looking for. Do you know why you’re here?”

She shook her head.“I’m guessing this is because of something my dad did?”

Why was he noticingthe bruise forming on her temple or the way her full lower lip quivered? He usuallystarted these interrogations with a lot less conversation and a lot more pain.

“Richard Prixman. You don’t look anything like him,” Lord said.

She shrugged. “Hewas a sperm donor, that’s about it.”

Lord chuckled, sodid Brick.

“Well, regardless ofhow you two spent the holidays, he’s still your blood, and that motherfucker screwedme over.”

“What did he do thistime?” she asked. “And who are you?”

He smirked, and itwasn’t the kind before he gutted a man. It was a real fuckingsmirk because, for some odd reason, this girl amused him.

Lord stood up,stretching out his legs. He motioned for Stump to get her to her feet.

He paced back andforth.

“Your father triedto sell me out. He abused my trust, and I don’t take that lightly.” He stopped,running one hand through his hair. “As for who I am, sweetheart, have you heardof the Straight to Hell MC?”

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Of course, shehad. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

She knew her fatherhad dealt with a lot of unsavory characters, but nothing like this. Did he notrealize what he was doing? You never crossed an MC, especially not one notoriousfor bloodshed and making people disappear. She’d worked at Riches Bar for awhile now and heard a lot of talk. There was no way she was naïve to what thehulk of a man in front of her was capable of.

And Ally didn’tneed to know this man’s rank. Without a doubt, he was the one in charge, the prez of the club. He moved with confidence and restrainedpower. For a biker, he was ruggedly attractive, even with the grisly scar onthe side of his face. Or maybe in spite of it.

She couldn’t tellhow much of him was covered in tattoos but she saw ink peek out from under hissleeves and collar. He was huge and hard with muscle. A short beard covered astrong jawline. How could such a delicious-looking man be the one to end herlife?

Becky would kill herif she knew how wet Ally was for a dirty biker, one ready to slaughter her forsins she never committed. Unless…

“Did he sell me toyou?”

He looked taken aback,so she knew she’d be wrong in the assumption. Part of her was actuallydisappointed. If she had to belong to a man, why not this one? She pushed her twistedthoughts away and focused on her reality. The one where bikers treated womenlike trash, cheated on them, and beat them without a second thought. She didn’twant to be a man’s punching bag.

“Now there’s athought,” he said. A devilish little smile revealed the crinkles next to hiseyes. Why did it have to turn her on? Had she ever seen eyes so black?

She kept quiet.

“When’s the lasttime you saw your father?”

Ally shrugged. “Ican’t even remember it’s been so long. Last time I saw him, he wanted to borrowtwo hundred dollars for a debt.”

“Did you give itto him?”

She scoffed. “I haveten cents in my bank account.”

The man chewed onhis lower lip as if conflicted. She hadn’t moved, even though her entire bodyached. Then he stepped away and talked to one of the other bikers wearing cuts.

“Sure thing, Lord.”Then the biker grabbed the cop from last night by the sleeve and led him away towardthe barn behind them.

Her nerves beganto pick up. She was next. They were both dead.

Ally attempted tothink of anything to distract him from killing her, to appeal to any shred of humanityleft inside of him.

“Why do they callyou Lord? Is your club like a cult or something?”

She immediately regrettedher words, holding her breath and tensing.

He raised aneyebrow. “It’s just a name. Don’t read so much into everything.”

The guy holdingher exhaled a frustrated sigh, giving her a jostle. “What are we doing with her,boss?”

“Relax.”

The way he lookedat her was unnerving or titillating, she wasn’t sure. He reminded her of a wolfsizing up its prey. She shouldn’t be in this situation to start with.

“How much does myfather owe you? Why aren’t you after him instead of me?”

It wasn’t like she’dbe able to pay off his debt for him, but it still wasn’t fair for her to have topay for his sins. She’d never done anything wrong. Ally even released spidersrather than killing them.

“Your father’s alreadydead.”

Her mouth parted,but