Biker Next Door Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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“Why?” Night asked.

“Simple, that way we find out which one is desperate to know all of our club info. She’ll need to report to her boss at some point with something.” He ran fingers through his hair, glancing back into the house, catching sight of Anna-Beth.

“I did a full background check on her. She doesn’t have any connections to the mafia. She’s clean. Just a boring accountant.”

“I could have told you that, and she’s not boring.”

“Look, Rix, the boys need you to deal with this shit and get back to base. They don’t like not wearing their cuts. It goes against everything they know.”

“I know,” Rix said. “I didn’t say this shit was going to be easy. We’ve got a plan mapped out. The one with the least amount of casualties.” He couldn’t look away from Anna-Beth. Around his home she went, picking up bottles and trash. She worked like a fucking machine.

Cleanliness was clearly a big deal to her.

“What are you going to do about her? Is she going to become part of the club?” Night asked.

“She is none of your business.”

“Fuck, it is my business right now. It’s my job to protect you and leaving you here, it goes against my fucking job. You can’t even turn away from her for five minutes.”

Rix turned his back and gave his enforcer his full attention. “I know you take my safety seriously, but remember who I am. Remember what I’m capable of.”

“Just because she’s not part of the mafia doesn’t mean she can’t be used as a mole or have some other purpose. You’ve got to be careful. You don’t know her.”

“Like you said. She’s a boring accountant.”

“And if I’m wrong?”

“When are you wrong?”

Night looked ready to explode.

“I’ve got this.”

“Rix, she’s a law-abiding citizen. Whatever you’ve got with her, it can only stay here. She won’t fit in with our way of life and the club. The boys won’t trust her.”

He gritted his teeth. The boys would do as they were fucking told. He knew Night was only trying to help and to keep him from making any kind of mistake. He’d never once taken an old lady. In forty-five years, he’d been alone, fucking his way through a bunch of women, and some of them didn’t even have to be single. Married women would throw themselves at him. Old ladies didn’t. They were only after one man, and that was the patch of the man they wore.

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Rix said. “I don’t like this conversation and I don’t want to shoot you with your own gun.”

Night rolled his eyes. “It was a big mistake coming here. It’s too fucking neat and clean. Until next time.”

Night went back through the house, leaving the back door open but slamming the front door closed. The roar of the motorbike was heavy in the air.

Anna-Beth came to him and glanced around the yard. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, I promised you food.”

“You’ve got nothing in your fridge. There’s not a lot you can cook.”

“I don’t cook. I’d probably end up killing you with food poisoning or some shit. Nah, I was going to order. You like pizza?”

“I can eat pizza.”

He entered and ordered them both a couple of large pizzas with extra cheesy garlic bread. The conversation he had with Night had given him an appetite. Being back at the clubhouse was where he was going to go.

He’d picked this peaceful town, with its nice street and families with regular nine-to-five jobs for a reason. While he was here, the mafia couldn’t send out any goons to take him out. They had soldiers and hitmen for that thing. Here, he was his own kind of person and he didn’t have to keep looking over his shoulder.

“I’m going to go and grab a few things from my house.”

He didn’t argue and he watched her return with a vacuum and several polishing cloths. Rix helped her finish up cleaning his house while they waited for the pizza. By the time it arrived, he was starved but his house was completely spotless. He was fucking shocked.

The floor didn’t have a single cigarette butt or food anywhere.

She was a fucking goddess.

Even still, this was only temporary with her. He couldn’t bring a boring accountant into his world, it wouldn’t work. She couldn’t even handle his home being a mess, let alone the clubhouse, and those boys loved to party every chance they got.

****

Sitting at her desk Monday morning, Anna-Beth found numbers really fucking boring for the first time in her life.

She opened up the first file and glanced through it, and she didn’t want to do any of it. She’d woken up alone this morning, the first time since she’d had sex with Rix. A couple of his club guys had arrived last night, and she’d excused herself home. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing with him.


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