Crushing Beauty (Harbingers of Sorrow MC): Vegas Titans Series Read Online Free

haunting her. She
confidently stepped in and let the fabric cling to her body. She looked at
herself in the mirror. To her surprise, she filled the dress out quite nicely.
She let her mahogany splashed hair fall from its clipped confines. She was
ready.
     
    Britton pulled up to Halanu Star Casino, her home for the
past year and a half. She had a few minutes to spare, so she grabbed the file
she had spent the last year and a half memorizing.
     
     Jagger Stromm
    Twenty-eight years old
    President of the outlaw motorcycle club, Harbingers of
Sorrow
    Suspected of drug trafficking and possible money laundering
    Spends evenings at the Halunu Star Casino, high roller’s
room
     
    That was all she needed to read. She was ready. Britton
stepped out of her car and confidently made her way to the employee entrance of
the high roller’s room. She couldn’t have imagined the beauty and elegance of
this place. She had seen pictures, but they didn’t come close to the grandeur
she was witnessing before her eyes. This is where she would spend the remainder
of her time undercover. She shook at the thought that, in a few hours, she
might come face to face with the man who left her to die on the side of the
road.
     
    She was stationed at the blackjack table. She loved blackjack.
Growing up, her siblings and her would play by flashlight when they were
supposed to be sleeping. They would place obscenely high fake bets, fantasizing
that they were a wealthy family of royalty, having nothing to do but hang out
in all the fancy hotels in Vegas, and winning a ton of money.
     
    She briefly thought about her siblings. They didn’t know she
had been back for three years. When she left so long ago, she knew she was
abandoning them. She had to make a decision, a choice: them or her. She chose
herself, and it’s a choice she'd struggled with every day. That’s why she couldn’t
reach out to them now that she was back. Britton also knew if she found them,
it would mean that they didn’t make it out—knowing for sure that they were still
stuck in the hell they grew up in would be too much. She wanted better for
them, and for her sanity she had to believe that they all left Nevada.
     
    Time slowly ticked by, though the high-roller room was more
exciting and filled with the tension of serious money at stake; she was waiting
for one specific person to enter. Just as she began to think she'd wasted her
dress, her head started to spin as the scent of his cologne filled the room.
She searched the faces, trying to find him, but she couldn’t. That scent took
her back ten years. She was straddling him. She was biting his neck. It was the
same scent. It had to be him. Then, the crowd of guests seemed to part as he
walked toward her.

CHAPTER FOUR

     
    Jagger Stromm didn’t want to go out that night. He had a
strange feeling that something was off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but
being someone in the seat of such power, he was accustomed to these feelings of
clairvoyance. After all, it was his ability to stay three steps ahead that kept
him at the top.
     
    He peered around his bedroom. He had kept the blinds drawn
all day. Business from the night before needed his attending to and he didn’t
end up stumbling in until 10 a.m. There was a woman in his bed. He didn’t know
her name. He didn’t care. He didn’t actually remember if he had slept with her
or not. He shook her. She didn’t wake up. He shook her again, more violently
this time. She moaned and rolled over, but seemed to have no intention of
waking up.
     
    She was pretty: blonde, short hair, thin, and full breasts.
He liked breasts. He liked to grab them, and pull them, and bite them. He felt
himself growing, ready to take this woman as she slept, but decided against it.
This time. Although he was physically attracted to her, he felt nothing. He
never felt anything. He had grown too comfortable turning his emotions off. In
his business, he couldn’t afford to care about people