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Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

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Copyright © January 2014 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snowfall

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Demon, the President of The Soldiers of Wrath MC, is a vicious bastard, a heartless killer, and has no regrets near any of the trigger-happy things he does in life. Information technology is how he survives, and how he keeps his lodge and his men rubber.

Deanna Monte has stayed in the life of her drug addicted, low-life male parent since her female parent passed away. She may hate her dad, only after her mother'due south dying wish for Deanna to non give up on him, she knows she can't walk away.

When Deanna is given to Demon every bit payment for her father's debt, she fights with everything within of her and refuses to submit. But she'south never met a man like Demon, a cruel man that is big and powerful and can take her life as hands equally he breathes. She shouldn't want him the style she does, non later on he takes her away from her life, refusing to allow her go, and tells her that she is his now.

Merely she does, and that frightens her most of all.

Sam
 – I desire to say a big thanks to, Jenika Snow. She has been totally amazing. I dearest working with her and I hope this is the outset book of many to expect forward to in this series. Thank you, Jenika, and cheers to the Crescent Snow street team for their continued support of both of our work.

Jenika
 – A large thank you to all the readers and their continued support! I want to give thanks Sam for going on this writing journeying with me, and I look forward to creating more characters and worlds with her.

Table of Contents

Title Folio

Copyright Folio

Blurb

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter 2

Affiliate Three

Chapter 4

Chapter V

Chapter Vi

Affiliate Seven

Chapter Eight

Affiliate Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter 11

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Xiii

Chapter Fourteen

Affiliate Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Affiliate Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Connect with the Authors

"W
lid the fuck,
homo?" Shakes said and took a hit off the joint he was smoking. "He really wants to trade his girl for the fucking debt he owes us?" He shook his head, disgust on his face.

"He's a desperate motherfucker, that's for damn sure," Joker said, and grabbed the joint that Shakes handed him. He took a hitting off the roach, stared at all of them, and and then exhaled. The backroom they were in was in the Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse, and currently filled with marijuana smoke, smelling of the light-green, and holding club members that were pissed that a father would trade his only daughter for a clean slate with the MC. "You want a hit, prez?" Joker asked.

Demon leaned forrad, the leather chair he was in creaking from his weight. He took the joint, puffed off the cease, and took in as much of the sweetness fume as he could. To calm down he usually liked a little something stronger. Although cocaine was a stimulant, it seemed to have the contrary effect on Demon. He calmed the fuck down with information technology, let the catamenia of pleasure hum through his body, and it was what he was itchin' for right now after he had gotten word about the trade. He finished off the fume, snubbed it out in the already overflowing ashtray, and leaned back in his seat. He looked effectually the table at his men, the members that would lay down their lives for him and this guild. He'd do the same for them in a heartbeat, because that was what a brotherhood was all about.

"What do you want me to tell him?" Joker, his VP, said from beside him.

Demon looked at his other men. Joker sat to his left and his Sergeant-at-Artillery, Dark, sat to his right. There were Striker, Weasel, and Nerd that stared at him, waiting for the answer on how to go on. So Shakes and Steel wore hard looks of concentration on their faces. These men had been with him from the very beginning, had expiry in their eyes, hatred and loyalty in their blood, and right at present they were wanting to become and boot that father's ass for fifty-fifty wanting to sell his daughter to them. Although Demon wasn't a good man, not by any stretch of the imagination, he also didn't give a fuck on how someone paid off their debt.

Maybe he should have given ii fucks that the lowlife slice of shit junkie wanted to requite an outlaw biker gang his 20-something-year-sometime lilliputian girl. Only he didn't. In fact, he was a sick bastard because he wanted her. He had seen the pictures of the busty trivial redhead. She had a pair of big fucking tits, ones that would be alluvion in his easily when he grabbed them. Her ass was prissy and round, large and merely the correct amount of meat on it that the thing would milkshake like a warm bowl of Clot-O when he was fucking her skilful and raw. And her hips,
fuck
, her hips were broad as hell, and perfect for when he held her as she bounced on his dick. He shifted in his seat, his erect getting hard at the thoughts and images moving through his head.

He looked down at the table, at where the picture of the girl was. Her confront was 1 that could make a sane and practical homo proceed a killing spree just to become her attention. Only Demon was already a dangerous homo, had killed plenty already, and would simply have to become her attending in other ways. He thought about the things he could practice to her, could show her. He'd pull out his large dick, let her run into what he'd be plowing into her sooner rather than later on.

"Yo, Demon, you with united states here?" Steel asked, clearly trying to get his attention because he was sitting here thinking about fucking a adult female that would be in their compound against her will.

He looked at his club members again, cleared his throat, and pushed the film of the adult female away. "Do it. Make the deal, and bring her here."

Deanna pulled her
piece of shit Toyota into her father's driveway. The underside of her car scraped on the pavement, and she grimaced. Her father's place was a small two-person home in a cracked-out part of town. She was agape to come hither, fifty-fifty when it was wide daylight—like it was now—because there were usually hookers on the street corner, and drug dealers patrolling the streets in their cars. She reached into her handbag, felt the modest .38 Special her female parent had given her before she died, and sighed.

Yes, her mom had handed her a gun on her deathbed, told her to keep information technology close, and to knock a fucker downwards if he even came sniffing around her. Deanna chuckled at the retention, merely on the heels of that happiness the sorrow had come crashing in. Information technology had just been a couple of years since her female parent died of leukemia, and although she had fought hard to survive, in the end she had lost her battle.

Deanna stared at the front door of her father's place. God, she really didn't want to go in there, but she hadn't been able to become ahold of him for three days. Yep, her dad was a junkie, a drug aficionado, and a crack head. Any someone wanted to call another person hooked on drugs, that was her father to the nth caste. He disgusted her, infuriated her, and she shouldn't even care what he did with his life. He hadn't been there for her female parent when she was sick for all those years, hadn't given two shits nearly them or sent money to help with medical bills, and he hadn't even gone to the funeral. Deanna had hated him for so long. But when her female parent had told her that existence angry wasn't the answer, that her father was sick and needed family unit, Deanna put abroad all of her hatred. She had tried to get her male parent into rehab, but to see him relapse over and over over again. Just she hadn't given up, not because she loved her father, but because her mother had asked her to be in that location for him.

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