Storm (Iron Rogues MC #4) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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As disgusted as I was, I had a feeling where Kane was going with this and it definitely lightened my mood.

“She’s under eighteen, isn’t she?” Since Bryan was twenty-four, if she was under age, he could spend up to fifteen years in prison. And with the drugs…I doubted he’d be out any time soon. Assuming that Blakely’s dad didn’t shank him in prison.

“Yup,” Tatum crowed. His smile would look easy to most anyone, but I knew him well enough to see the hint of disgust. If this was his plan, Bryan and his parents would both end up in the mouth of a crocodile. But I wanted them to suffer like they’d made Blakely suffer. To live a miserable life, outcast by the people who were supposed to be there for them and treated like they were beneath everyone around them. “Best part is that they are fucking in Mommy and Daddy’s bed.”

“No,” disagreed Kane. “The best part is that Mommy and Daddy are at a church meeting.”

Apparently, I’d done something right in this life because things couldn’t have been planned any better.

Blakely’s foster parents were heavily involved in their church, and the majority of the congregation was just like them. Shallow, two-faced hypocrites.

And the church was only a block in the other direction from their house. This meant that when the police arrived, they’d all come running to see what the fuss was about.

“What did you do to get the police at his door?” I queried.

“We tipped off the girl’s parents,” Tatum replied. Then he smirked. “Did I forget to mention that they also belong to their church?”

I’m gonna need some fucking popcorn for this shit.

I leaned against a lamp post across the street from the Davidson’s house and snickered at the comical sight. If Patti had been wearing pearls, she would have been clutching them dramatically. She was crying as she stared at the police escorting Bryan—who was half dressed—out of the house in cuffs. But I didn’t miss the covert glances she tossed around, cringing when she saw all the people gathered around.

One of her church friends was patting her back, all the while staring at the spectacle with wide eyes like it was her favorite daytime soap opera. Not that it was a far-fetched comparison.

As expected, several other members of the congregation had come outside when they heard the sirens. Word must have spread quickly because there was quite the crowd witnessing Patti’s fall from grace.

A very young woman was also guided out of the house, and for a moment, she looked shocked when she saw the crowd. Then her face crumpled melodramatically, and she burst into tears as she ran over to an older couple and threw herself into the man’s arms.

I was a little surprised to see Scott standing stoically beside his wife, showing no emotion whatsoever. It made me wonder if he’d been expecting this to happen someday.

“Think the dad knew about his son’s proclivity for fucking underage women?” Kane asked, voicing my thoughts out loud.

“Not sure. But he certainly didn’t stand up for Blakely when his son tried to take advantage of her and his wife threw her out. If he knew about Bryan’s depravity and did nothing, that makes him just as much of an asshole as his son.”

The crowd parted to make a path for the police officers to get to their car, but they kept their eyes on the house because another officer exited the front door holding an evidence bag. “Found this in the dresser drawer.”

I wasn’t sure what drew Patti’s attention, but she suddenly looked my way.

Her eyes grew big and round when she spotted me. I nodded my head, both in a mocking greeting and a confirmation that I was behind this.

After a second, she sprang to life and ran up to one of the officers. She gestured in my direction, and I could see that she was speaking rapidly. The officer listened for a second, then rolled his eyes and said something to her that made her snap her mouth shut and back up.

When she whipped her gaze to me again, I smirked. The cop wasn’t even on our payroll and he’d done exactly what one of our guys would have done.

“It was him!” she abruptly shouted, pointing at me. “He set up my poor son!”

The same police officer she’d spoken to sighed in annoyance, while his partner—who was on our payroll—glanced over to see who she was referring to.

I put a confused expression on my face and put my hands out to my sides, then shrugged.

“My son wouldn’t have done this if he hadn’t been tricked!”

“We could have sold tickets to this circus,” Tatum murmured, making me chuckle.

“Ma’am,” the officer sighed. “You can’t just go around accusing people on the street for no reason,” he said loudly enough for it to be heard by everyone.


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