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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The days I’ve spent avoiding her since I walked in on her and Xena have been pure fucking torture.

I go stone-hard just walking through my own damn house and catching the scent of her body wash. Hell, my dick twitched in my jeans yesterday when I saw her coffee cup in the sink. I barely resisted the urge to fuck her as a reminder that dirty dishes go in the dishwasher, not left in the sink for someone else to clean up.

“…and two that stay holed up in the back room.”

My eyes find Briar’s, and I hate the worry in his eyes. He knows I wasn’t paying attention. Not knowing the game plan can be deadly in this business, and he’s already nervous about me being here.

The president isn’t supposed to get his hands dirty, he said to me yesterday when I informed him of my intent to come along tonight.

Cowboy sure as hell never got involved in the street level workings of his club. That’s what his guys were for. Hell, half of the time, he didn’t even want the details.

“One more time,” Briar insists for my benefit, and I pay attention this time when Hornet starts giving the details of the house we’re about to enter.

The police and Ravens Ruin MC are natural enemies. It’s not that we hate every cop everywhere, or that we seek to hurt those that wear a badge, but they tend to interfere with our livelihood. That being said, they do some things right. Just like SWAT, we've dressed alike, all in black so we can identify each other if things go to shit when we make entry. We’re also hitting the trap house right before dawn. It seems to be the only time the tweakers take a fucking break.

“Everyone clear?” Hornet asks as he wraps up.

Everyone nods, and we begin to move into action.

Seven guys showing up at a location on motorcycles is very conspicuous, so we’ve rented two SUVs under one of the clubwhores’ names. TJ assured me earlier that Erin “Legs” Trejo was more than excited to be included in club business in some way. We pile in, Briar driving the SUV I’m in and TJ behind the wheel of the other.

I push every thought out of my head. Blank is the only way around the thoughts that want to leak in. I watch as our line of motorcycles disappears in the side mirror as we drive closer to our destination. I can feel Briar’s eyes on the side of my face each time we catch a red light on the way across town. Even though I’ve had a gut feeling that there’s something he wants to talk to me about, I’ve done my best to ignore him.

Unfortunately, pushing thoughts away and pretending they don’t exist hasn’t made things better.

“These younger generations will never learn,” Boston muses from the back seat as we draw closer. “Pitiful fuckers.”

We all know this intervention on the trap house that has somehow managed to be turned into party central could go very calmly. There’s a chance we can go in there and correct the issue with little to no bloodshed. We all also know it will never happen. The men inside know that an example has to be made and not one of them is willing to make the sacrifice. They will fight to the death, and so will we.

With precision only obtained from years of working together, we make our way down the quiet street and into the yard of our designated location.

“Fuck!” Axe yells when he trips over something in the yard.

Dogs begin to bark, and a security light on a house down the street flashes on.

I’m on the porch beside Briar with TJ just to my right when I spin around and glare at him.

“Idiot,” Briar grumbles as he tugs open the screen door.

“His brother is inside,” TJ hisses in my ear.

“What?” I hold my hand up, indicating to Briar that he needs to wait.

“His brother,” TJ says with his mouth damn near touching my ear. His words are softer than a whisper and only meant for me. Angling his head, he motions toward Axe at the back of the group.

“You wait until now to tell me this shit?”

TJ’s shoulders move behind my body in a quick shrug. “I thought he was loyal until he just pulled that shit.”

His head is exactly where mine went the second he revealed the information on Axe.

“Axe,” I hiss.

His head snaps up, eyes wide before he slowly begins to make his way in my direction.

“Yeah, Prez?” His voice is shaking, trembling with either fear or excitement. There’s only room for one emotion right now, and from the way his eyes are darting from me back to the door repeatedly, I can easily tell he’s worried, either for himself or his brother inside.


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