Sins of the Father Read Online Marie James (Ravens Ruin MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ravens Ruin MC Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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“Did Molly tell you why she’s home?”

“I just saw her briefly last night.” He shrugs again. “We haven’t had the chance to talk.”

“Translation, you were too tied up with pussy last night to worry about why your sister is home in the middle of the week.”

His grin is quick and apathetic before it twists into something a little more deviant. “You’re one to talk, man. One of the new girls told me you named her Legs last night when you were fucking her. She also mentioned a sexy little piece of candy that joined you two. You had your taste, so does that mean that sweet treat is open game?”

Fuck off is on the tip of my tongue, but saying it would reveal more than I’m willing to explore myself right now. “She’s Molly’s friend. She’s off limits.”

“To everyone but you,” he corrects snippily.

“I’m not touching her either,” I vow. “She was riding my face last night before I had a clue that she was here with our sister. I never would’ve touched her had I known.”

“You better keep her out of the clubhouse then,” TJ warns. “She was the sole topic of conversation with the guys last night. News spread like crabs on a prison block after you dragged her out of the house last night, and since one and done is your MO, they are probably walking around with hard cocks ready to treat her to their less than presidential staffs.”

“You’re an idiot,” I murmur as I lift my cup of coffee to my lips, hating that Candi was right about the ice cream being perfect. “She’s not to be touched. She’s Molly’s friend, not a clubwhore.”

“You made her a clubwhore last night,” TJ argues.

Swallowing another sip of coffee as I try to reel in my anger at his defiance, I glare at him before speaking. “Do you have a problem with my order?”

His eyes narrow as if he’s seeing through me rather than actually looking at me. More than once I’ve wondered when I will push him just an inch too far; when he’ll have enough and claim my President patch the only way he can. I’m not afraid. Nothing scares me, but failing to read an opponent is a foolish mistake, and I’m no damn fool.

“S’all good,” he says with a quick smile before walking out of the kitchen.

I twist, the stool I’m sitting on turning so I can keep my eyes on him as he leaves. I’ve seen that very same smile go from sweet to psychotic in seconds. TJ may have listened to our dad when he advised us not to trust whores, but I was also listening to him when he corrected himself and told me not to trust anyone.

Chapter 8

Candi

“You aren’t supposed to trust whores,” I mimic TJ’s words as I climb the stairs and walk back into Molly’s room.

I obeyed Lynch like a little puppy when he told me to come back here, but I got a damn earful when I turned back around to get my forgotten coffee. Now I’m here, pissed off and coffeeless. The earth might as well open up and swallow me whole for the shitty way my day is going to end up.

My friend was right last night when she told me that the guys around here are nothing like the boys I grew up with. My dad has always been an asshole, but he’d never talk to me or my mother the way the guys around here talk about women.

“What are you mumbling about?” Molly asks as she turns over in the bed and faces me.

Her hair is all over the place, and what little makeup she did wear last night is long gone, except for the eyeliner and mascara which has managed to crawl down her cheeks during the night.

“Your brothers are assholes.”

“I could’ve told you that, but for the sake of arguing, why don’t you enlighten me on their asshole ways this morning.”

How much do I tell her? She warned me away from Lynch last night, so I don’t imagine she’ll be all too impressed with the way I was panting over him just moments ago, praying he would shift closer and press parts of his body against certain parts of my body. I mentioned I like off-limit things, right?

“I went down to get coffee, thinking it would be early enough not to run into anyone—”

“Get on with it,” Molly urges, rolling her arm in a circular motion. “Get to the asshole part.”

She’s never been one to tolerate long-winded stories, and it makes me smile to realize even back here where nothing is normal to me, she’s exactly the same.

“When I walked out I heard Lynch say he doesn’t trust me, and then TJ says you aren’t supposed to trust whores.”

“That’s it?” she asks no concern in her voice. “That doesn’t seem so bad.”


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