Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Harley McRide
didn’t seem too hurt over the fact he’d just used and abused her mouth without giving her anything in return. Given her overeager attitude, he had no doubt it wouldn’t be the last time she provided relief in some form tonight.
“Well, Cherry,” he looked her up and down before continuing, “next time I wanna see how good that pussy feels. See you around.” He took the bottle with him, making a beeline straight for the door. With a little relief still tickling his nut sack, he headed home for a hot shower, the bottle of Jim Beam that he'd placed in his saddlebag, and his soft bed.
C hapter Two
Yo Neg hadn’t slept much from the night before, still unable to shake the image of Abi staring at him while Mercy bobbed up and down on his crotch. He hadn't seen hurt or jealousy in her eyes, but the opposite. Abi’s dark eyes had mirrored that same numb hardness he felt inside. Her emotionless smirk was a knife through the chest.
With dusk nearby, the ride ahead would be good therapy for his soul. Why was he still hung up on a woman? He didn’t love her, or even want to love her. So, was it because she’d beat him at his own game? It had to be. The fact she’d walked away first and never looked back was a challenge to his pride. Fuck it to hell. A night with the open road and his brothers would erase it all. No more thinking about this bullshit. Yo Neg hopped in the shower, letting the almost scalding hot water burn all thoughts away. He went through the motions of washing then toweling off with his mentality back in check.
After a quick cardboard flavored T.V. dinner, he grabbed his cut off the chair and left, eager to have an outlet to relieve some stress. If he was lucky, a few Diablos would get in their way and he’d be able to beat them until he felt normal again.
The guys were already crowded in the parking lot of the clubhouse ready to ride. Tonto and the other officers spoke at the head of the line before cranking their motors and leading the convoy of bikes out onto the open highway, hitting the throttle to dominate the road ahead. The ground vibrated from the amount of horsepower pounding against the pavement. Each man packed enough steel to take down a small army, locked and loaded for whatever awaited them ahead. With still a two-hour ride to the border, Yo Neg relaxed back in his seat.
*****
Abi laced up her boots, still cussing and spewing because her brother insisted on treating her like a kid, despite there only being a four-year age difference, the four Moon children born a year apart. Sledge the oldest and her the youngest with their brother and sister in the middle. He’d tried to strong hand her into falling into the roll of homemaker but had only managed to piss her the fuck off. When he’d stormed out demanding she be there when he returned, she’d hopped on her bike and kicked it to life, its loud roar echoing against the metal walls of their shitty trailer. God that was one thing she planned to change, immediately. Sledge made good money with the club, but instead of investing it in a decent house, he was more than content on living in trash. Her first night back, she’d insisted on getting a decent bed that didn’t have springs popping through the foam. Now, she needed to make enough to get her own place and out from under her brother’s thumb. Soon, she told herself. Right now, she needed to prove her worth and get her foot in the club. Being a female, it wouldn’t be easy. Considering they all saw her as Sledge’s baby sister, the chances of being taken seriously were slim. It was a good thing she had enough strength and skill to back her words because there was no doubt they’d be put to the test. No one was going to stand in her way. Not her brother, or any other man.
The growl of her bike settled her nerves, allowing her mind to settle as the pavement stretched out for miles in front of her. God she loved being home. Cooped up in a small apartment with nothing more
“Well, Cherry,” he looked her up and down before continuing, “next time I wanna see how good that pussy feels. See you around.” He took the bottle with him, making a beeline straight for the door. With a little relief still tickling his nut sack, he headed home for a hot shower, the bottle of Jim Beam that he'd placed in his saddlebag, and his soft bed.
C hapter Two
Yo Neg hadn’t slept much from the night before, still unable to shake the image of Abi staring at him while Mercy bobbed up and down on his crotch. He hadn't seen hurt or jealousy in her eyes, but the opposite. Abi’s dark eyes had mirrored that same numb hardness he felt inside. Her emotionless smirk was a knife through the chest.
With dusk nearby, the ride ahead would be good therapy for his soul. Why was he still hung up on a woman? He didn’t love her, or even want to love her. So, was it because she’d beat him at his own game? It had to be. The fact she’d walked away first and never looked back was a challenge to his pride. Fuck it to hell. A night with the open road and his brothers would erase it all. No more thinking about this bullshit. Yo Neg hopped in the shower, letting the almost scalding hot water burn all thoughts away. He went through the motions of washing then toweling off with his mentality back in check.
After a quick cardboard flavored T.V. dinner, he grabbed his cut off the chair and left, eager to have an outlet to relieve some stress. If he was lucky, a few Diablos would get in their way and he’d be able to beat them until he felt normal again.
The guys were already crowded in the parking lot of the clubhouse ready to ride. Tonto and the other officers spoke at the head of the line before cranking their motors and leading the convoy of bikes out onto the open highway, hitting the throttle to dominate the road ahead. The ground vibrated from the amount of horsepower pounding against the pavement. Each man packed enough steel to take down a small army, locked and loaded for whatever awaited them ahead. With still a two-hour ride to the border, Yo Neg relaxed back in his seat.
*****
Abi laced up her boots, still cussing and spewing because her brother insisted on treating her like a kid, despite there only being a four-year age difference, the four Moon children born a year apart. Sledge the oldest and her the youngest with their brother and sister in the middle. He’d tried to strong hand her into falling into the roll of homemaker but had only managed to piss her the fuck off. When he’d stormed out demanding she be there when he returned, she’d hopped on her bike and kicked it to life, its loud roar echoing against the metal walls of their shitty trailer. God that was one thing she planned to change, immediately. Sledge made good money with the club, but instead of investing it in a decent house, he was more than content on living in trash. Her first night back, she’d insisted on getting a decent bed that didn’t have springs popping through the foam. Now, she needed to make enough to get her own place and out from under her brother’s thumb. Soon, she told herself. Right now, she needed to prove her worth and get her foot in the club. Being a female, it wouldn’t be easy. Considering they all saw her as Sledge’s baby sister, the chances of being taken seriously were slim. It was a good thing she had enough strength and skill to back her words because there was no doubt they’d be put to the test. No one was going to stand in her way. Not her brother, or any other man.
The growl of her bike settled her nerves, allowing her mind to settle as the pavement stretched out for miles in front of her. God she loved being home. Cooped up in a small apartment with nothing more
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