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

no words came out. She hated her bastard father, but knowing he was dead shocked her to the core. And made her more aware ofher dire circumstance.

“The Straight toHell MC is known for a lot of things, I’m sure, but one thing in particular. Careto guess?”

She shook herhead.

“Revenge. When we dealwith a rat, they’re not the only one to suffer. Torturing and killing theirloved ones sends a strong message to any other fuckerthinking to do the same thing. Wouldn’t you agree? It’s worked very well forus.”

Her eyes began tofill with tears. She held her breath and tried her best not to let her emotionsspill over. There were so many dreams she had that would be left unfulfilled.No one would miss her.

A loud gunshot echoedfrom the barn and she gasped, instinctually rushing forward, clinging to Lord’st-shirt. The guy beside her attempted to pull her back, but Lord stopped him.

She let her handsslowly fall away from him, and she stared down at the ground, never feeling soalone. The third biker rejoined them. The cop had to be dead. Dead like her father.Dead like she’d be soon.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He ran both hishands into her hair at the sides of her head, forcing her to look at him. He exhaledin a near growl. An angry sound.

“You’re yourfather’s daughter. All I’ve thought about the past few days is wiping your bloodlineoff the face of the earth—to see you broken and bloodied, begging for me to endyour life, only to keep prolonging your suffering. I imagined that fucking Prixman watching from heavenor hell or wherever the fuck he is.”

Tears fell downher cheeks, pooling where his hands met her cheeks. “He wouldn’t care.”

“It’s better whenthey care. Makes the torture more satisfying.”

She let out a soft,shuddering breath.

“Who do you livewith?” he asked.

“Myself. I’ve beenalone a long time.”

“Kids?”

She frowned. “I’monly nineteen.”

“I know girls ontheir third kid by your age,” said Lord. “Nothing surprises me.”

“I’m a virgin.”

Why did she feel theneed to blurt out that fact? His jaw tensed, a look of pure evil passing overhis vision. Her knees felt weak, but she forced herself to keep it together.

He stared at herfor the longest time. Then he released his hold on her head and led her to wherethe four Harleys were parked. “Burn the cruiser. Burn the barn.”

“Yes, Lord,” saidone of the men.

“This is over. Meetme back at the club when this shit is cleaned up.”

He mounted his bike,then revved the engine. Lord drove off and she immediately tensed up, not wantingto be alone with the other three bikers. Were they going to burn her alive? Didthey do all the horrific dirty work for him?

Before she had a full-blownpanic attack, he circled around over and over until the dirt and grass createda halo around where she stood. He stopped dead in front of her, supporting thebike with his booted foot. Lord nodded behind him.

She was so confused.

“Not too bright,are you? Get on the fucking bike.”

Ally had neverbeen on a motorcycle, and as she squeezed on behind his massive frame, sherealized she’d never been this close to any man. When he hit the gas, she quicklywrapped her arms around his waist, holding on for dear life. He pressed onehand to hers for a few moments. His skin was warm and rough. The protective gestureseemed uncalled for when he had her fate mapped out.

Within minutes, theywere gone. Away from the farm, away from the other bikers, away from what shethought would be her final resting place.

Now it was the futurethat worried her.

Where was hetaking her? Why was she still breathing?

All she could donow was rest her head against his back, hold on, and watch the world flash by.

Chapter Three

Taking her hadn’tbeen part of the plan, but the one thing Lord was used to was adapting. He knewin his gut killing her wouldn’t bring him any kind of pleasure. Her grip tightenedaround him and he liked it. He could never tolerate touch—until now. He savoredthe feel of those thick, juicy thighs holding on to him. It had been a longtime since he’d seen a curvy woman like her.

The current womenof the club were slender. Some were nothing more than skin and bone. Just feelingthis woman, he knew she was different. It was a gut feeling that had taken himby surprise as soon as he laid eyes on her. There was no denying it.

His cock hardenedat the thought of seeing her naked. He didn’t know what the fuckto do with her.

When her head restedagainst his shoulder, he tensed up. He hated being touched, but this … hertouch didn’t piss him off. Was she trying to getcomfort from him? This chick confused him, no doubt about it. There was no wayany woman should ever want to get any kind of anything from him. He was a monster,through and through. He’d learned by pain and suffering himself to never letanyone in.

Ally.

That was her name.

Lord wanted toknow more. Every detail. Was Ally short for Allyson, Alysia, something else? Forsome fucked-up reason, he actually cared to find out.

He also needed to constantlyremind himself that she was the enemy. The daughter of a rat bastard.They weren’t friends.

Gritting histeeth, he tried not to think about what he really wanted. The moment she’d askedif her father had sold her to him, he’d seen the glint in her eyes. Even as herbody had shaken in fear, he knew she was attracted to him, and what was more,she hated herself for it as well.

Ally needed tolearn to keep her mouth shut because she’d given him a wicked idea. Pressing hisfoot to the gas, he rode all the way back to his clubhouse, which was in themiddle of nowhere. Not a single house in sight, which was exactly how he liked it.

He hated mostpeople and learned at an early age that the world was made up of liars andcheats. He’d simply become the master, and their fates were now in his hands. Therewere no squeaky-clean people within his world. They were all after something fromhim, and like always, he had a price.

Not once