Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Broken Wings (Royal Bastards MC - Louisville KY #1) | |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Izzy Sweet | Sean Moriarty |
| Language: | English | |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B0856RNRH3 | |
| Book Information: | ||
She says she doesn't remember me and doesn't know who I am, but it won't stop me from claiming her again. Five years ago, Allie and I were young and in love. Giving into our crazy passion. As the son of an MC Pres, her uptight parents hated my guts, but I didn't give a damn. I was ready to wife her up and start knocking her up with my kids. But a brutal accident almost killed her, and her parents ripped her from my grasp. I searched for her to no avail. Her family disappeared, dropping off the map. Years have passed with no word from her. Years that have hardened my heart and turned me into the Bastard I am. And now she's back in my town, back with a kid that looks like me. She doesn't understand why I've taken her. Or why I've locked her up and won't let her out of my bed. And that's fine with me. Because the one thing she will come to understand is that she's mine and I'm never letting her go again. | ||
| Books in Series: | Royal Bastards MC - Louisville KY Series by Izzy Sweet | |
| Books by Author: | Izzy Sweet | Sean Moriarty |
Playlists
Coy
Available on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2wC76F8
Radar Love - Ministry & Co-Conspirators
Broken Wings - Alter Bridge
Behold, The Pretty Filthy Creatures! - Rob Zombie
Resentment - A Day To Remember
Stranglehold - Ted Nugent
Inside Out (Radio Edit) - Five Finger Death Punch
ANTI-SOCIAL - While She Sleeps
Another Life - Motionless In White
Trade In Your Guns For A Coffin - Rob Zombie
Whole Lotta Love - Coalesce
Gasoline - I Prevail
Dying To Believe - Parkway Drive
Allie
Available on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/39jr9Wi
No One Like You [Main] - J2
Faded - Alone Architect
The Wolves - Cyrus Reynolds
Fallout - UNSECRET
100 Little Deaths - Juliet Simms
Don't Stop the Devil - Dead Posey
Mz. Hyde - Halestorm
Lost (feat. Sully Erna) - Stitched Up Heart
I Like It Heavy - Halestorm
Wicked Ones - Dorothy
Come For Me - New Years Day
Unchained Melody - Crywolf
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.
TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.
NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.
“We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.”
~ Cesare Pavese
Chapter One
Allie
5 years ago
Louisville, Kentucky
Heavy metal music blares from the next room, vibrating the walls. There’s a hint of smoke in the air, a mixture of cigarettes and marijuana, that bites at the back of the throat.
The lighting is dim, almost nonexistent, making the room I’m in seem dark and dingy, like the place hasn’t had a good cleaning in years.
Occasionally, voices raised in both joy and anger pierce through the pounding beat of the music. Tickling at the back of my senses.
But none of it matters.
Nothing matters except for the man holding me in his arms.
“Allie,” Coy growls into my mouth between thrusts of his tongue.
His taste… God, I can’t get enough of his taste. He tastes like bourbon, man, and something more. He tastes like something addictive… something I’ve been craving all my life.
He tastes like power, excitement, and danger all wrapped up in one.
Everything I’ve been warned away from.
Everything that could destroy me.
The perfect forbidden fruit.
Hand grabbing my face, firmly holding me in place, Coy kisses me deep. Kisses me like he’s trying to shove all his love down my throat.
I grab at his chest, fingers clutching the soft fabric of his black t-shirt, as he cuts off all my air.
My lungs begin to burn, aching for oxygen, and my head starts to feel light and woozy before he finally tears his mouth away.
Pressing his forehead against mine, he breathes out, his warm breath caressing my face, and says, “Fuck, I missed you.”
There’s true sincerity in his words, but a touch of anger, too.
Breathing heavily, his hard chest rises and falls against my clutching fingers.
Eyes closed, I take a moment to soak him in. Soak in the feeling of finally having him close, before I tell him, my throat almost aching with the words, “I missed you too.”
Coy’s breath hitches, his chest stilling for a heartbeat.
A warning my brain recognizes but doesn’t process until it’s too late.
With another growl rumbling in his chest, he picks me up, off my feet. The world spins as I’m swung through the air and then my back hits a wall.
Pushing his body into me, forcing my thighs to spread wide open for him, Coy’s mouth attacks my mouth again.
Unlike the first kiss, this kiss isn’t loving. No, it’s desperate and angry. Full of pent-up frustration.
I feel every single of one his emotions in the kiss. The way his tongue lashes at mine, I know he wants to punish me.
The way his teeth are there, just on the edge, ready to bite down, I know he wants me to feel his pain.
Pain because the one thing in the world he wants and needs is being kept away from him.
I know because it’s my pain, too.
“Seven days,” he says, his voice sharp with accusation as he breaks the kiss. His hand finds its way to the back of my head then his fingers lace through my hair and tug, forcing my neck to arch. “It’s been seven fucking days, Allie.”
Peering up, my eyes drink in his face. Even angry, he’s too fucking handsome. So handsome it makes my chest hurt.
“I’m sorry,” I exhale breathlessly, lungs working hard to catch up on air. “It’s not like I have a choice.”