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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)

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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO LEGENDS COLLIDE?
From USA Today bestselling author Cassandra Robbins comes her latest sinfully hot rockstar romance. A scorching, enemies to lovers, deliciously addictive stand-alone about rock ‘n’ roll royalty and burning obsessions.

They call him a legend.
One of the greatest guitarists of our time.
The mighty Ace of Spades brought in to produce my album and save the day.

Not only is he covered in tattoos. He’s gorgeous, talented, and infuriatingly arrogant, even demanding I trust him.
Trust him?
I. Hate. Him.

I’m a former child star turned rock princess, caught up in all kinds of bad press and scandal. I need to stay focused on my music, and career. Not get distracted by his filthy mouth and piercing eyes.

If only our chemistry wasn’t off the charts, or the fact that I can barely breathe when he’s near.

Time is ticking. Sooner than later, the chaos and mayhem of our lives will take over.

Everything becomes messy.

And tricky.

Rockstars don’t get happily ever afters…or do we?

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COURTNEY FALCON

Studio City, Los Angeles, California

“Roxy’s fucking pregnant?” I scream in my manager Malcolm’s face, then spin to grab the closest thing on the table behind me to throw against the wall.

“Court…calm yourself.” Malcolm holds up his hands as he stares at my shattered phone that somehow is still able to light up with nonstop messages.

“How? How did you not know about this first?” I shake my head as I feel my pulse pound in my temples, his face becoming blurry from hot tears that I’m trying really hard not to let loose.

“Answer me,” I demand, trying to breathe because this is a humiliation I might never recover from.

“Look.” He takes a breath as he runs a freckled hand through his deep red hair.

“I’m trying to get ahold of Roxy, this came out of nowhere, I didn’t know she was fucking pregnant. Jesus Christ, what is that noise?” he screams up at the ceiling. The loud sound of a helicopter circling my house almost makes me start laughing because can this be any more fucked up?

“Where’s Rachel? I need her,” I demand, wiping at my tears angrily.

“Just relax, I’m trying to get an answer on that also. The one time I actually need your fucking PR woman, she’s not picking up,” he snarls as he starts to text on his phone. “Okay, I need to think...” He leans forward, pressing his hands on the table as we let the magnitude of what’s happening set in.

“I don’t understand, Malcolm. The tabloids found out first? That bitch planned this.” Venom drips from my mouth, I mean, just when I think I’ve gotten past this trauma, it rears its ugly head all over again. Honestly, how can I move on from the pain and humiliation of catching Roxy, my guitarist, who just so happened to be my best friend, sucking on my boyfriend Johnny’s cock.

Some best friend. And some fucking boyfriend.

“Oh my God.” I throw my head back and start laughing. I’m not even trying to pretend this doesn’t sting or make me question myself. Because if I was that gullible, that pathetically trusting, how can I make sure I never let this happen again?

Easy, Courtney. It’s simple. Don’t let anyone get close to you. I close my eyes against the pain of that night. Like a recurring bad dream, I can still hear Johnny’s guttural moans coming from the hallway outside my bedroom. So loud it woke me up. Jesus, it was almost as if I really were in a dream, except I could feel the cold floor on my feet and the pain in my chest as I witnessed Roxy’s bleached blonde head almost alien-like as she gagged on his dick in the dark.

And the best part was they were doing all of this in my house.

My house.

Yeah. The scumbag would fuck me, wait until I went to sleep, then fuck her. Bottom line: you can’t trust anyone, and people are shit. At the end of the day, I have to remind myself, everyone is just out for themselves. Dog eat dog world out there…I learned that the hard way.

I don’t even care that the tabloids have labeled me the Ice Queen. A Diva. I’d like to see how they’d react getting stabbed in the back by the two people you loved more than yourself.

Bile burns its way up my esophagus as I shake my head trying to block out their faces, yet it’s all I see.

“Fuck them.” Grabbing the crystal ashtray next to Malcolm’s hands, I crank it straight at my wall, missing it, but shattering my TV with a satisfying explosion.

“Done. I’ll never play another song with her. Do you hear me? It’s over,” I shriek into his flushed face.

“For Christ’s sake, stop. That’s a fifty-thousand-dollar Beovision.” He grabs my wrist, stopping me before I can pick up and throw his laptop as well.

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Advertisement Rule Read Online Cassandra Robbins http://www.books2020.com/rule-read-online-cassandra-robbins Thu, 01 Jun 2023 11:54:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rule-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: College, Forbidden, Taboo, Virgin Authors: Cassandra Robbins Advertisement

Total pages in book: 88
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From USA Today bestselling author Cassandra Robbins comes a scorching Professor/Student, age-gap, complete stand-alone romance.

Brett Powers is gorgeous, filthy, and off limits.

Rules are made to be followed.

Or so they say…

But let’s be honest. The second I stepped foot into Brett Powers’s classroom, I was doomed.

I mean, it’s not every day your dean is a 6’4” dark god with ocean-blue eyes and a dimple.

Just looking at him makes my heart pound and my stomach flutter.

He’s intense, filthy, and forbidden.

Not to mention, he’s my sister’s ex-boyfriend.

If I were smart, I’d walk away.

Lines are getting blurred.

Boundaries are being tested.

And rules are about to be broken.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

PLAYLIST

The High - Bryce savage

We Go Down Together - Dove Cameron & Khaild

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

S&M – Rihanna

Candy - Doja Cat

Not Afraid - Eminem

Die For You - The Weekend

Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

Shivers - Ed Sheeran

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Umbrella – Rihanna, JAY Z

Thousand Miles - The Kid Laroi

Flowers - Miley Cryus

My Heart Will Go On - Céline Dion

So What – Miles Davis

Either Way - Eva Grace

Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinéad O’Connor

Slave To Love - Bryan Ferry

Greatest Love – Ciara

For Your Entertainment – Adam Lambert

Without Me – Eminem

Those Eyes - New West

Me & U – Cassie

T.I. – Whatever You Like

Crazy In Love – Beyoncé, JAY-Z

Poker Face – Lady Gaga

BRETT POWERS

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA

“I can’t make it up, Richard.” I lean forward for my glass of scotch while he throws back his head and laughs.

“I mean, when I saw my mom and the priest walking toward the bathroom… Christ.” Shaking my head, I lean back in the leather chair.

My mentor stands and walks to his desk, retrieving a box of Cuban cigars. “Well, I’m happy for Jett.” He hands me one and steps over to open his French doors, which leads to his manicured backyard. Sunlight reflects off the pool, and the giant inflatable pink flamingo in it slowly glides to the edge.

“Diane is threatening to divorce me if I don’t open these doors when I enjoy the last of my vices.” He chuckles, walking back to his chair as the air conditioner clicks on.

“We can go outside.” I grin.

“Hell no, it’s too hot out.” He crosses his thin legs and reaches for the cigar cutter to swiftly slice off the end of his cigar, then hands it to me.

“Brett.” He sighs, absently looking out the doors as the warm air from the afternoon fills his office. “It’s no secret I’ve been tossing around the idea of retiring…” He glances at me as I hesitate, knowing where this is going but needing to hear it.

“I’m seventy-six years old.” He flicks on his black torch lighter and slowly spins the end on the flame until it glows nice and orange before he brings it to his lips and takes a small puff.

I lean back, stretching out my legs, waiting, letting him have this moment. Richard used to be a heavy smoker. After having a mild heart attack a couple of years ago, he’s switched his habit to expensive cigars. Smoke swirls out of his mouth, and he takes another puff, then tosses me the torch lighter.

“I’ve made my mark on the university. Gave up numerous things in my life to achieve where I am, and now…” His brown eyes turn to me as he points the cigar my way. “It’s your turn.”

I sit up and lean over to light the tip of my cigar. “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want it.” With a smile, I place the fragrant tip in my mouth and take an easy puff, the earthy, citrusy taste swirling around as I let it escape, and look at him.

“You do understand that what I’m about to do will make you the youngest head dean in the school’s history?” He recrosses his legs.

“Yes.” My voice remains steady. This is what I have been working for, and being the youngest dean in the university’s history, yeah, that makes my cock hard.

“Jenners is going to cause a stink. He believes it should be his. Convince me that he’s wrong.”

My eyes narrow, and the edges of my lips curve up. “I don’t have to convince you, Richard. It’s pretty simple. I’m a genius. He’s not.”

Richard snorts. “You’re also arrogant and single.”

“Exactly. I have zero distractions because I’m married to my work. Might as well give me the title.” I grin, bringing the cigar back to my mouth.

“Brett, you need to know that we have started the vetting process. Is there anything I need to know? Being a chair and vice dean of the environmental engineering department and becoming the head dean of the school are completely different beasts. I can’t have this backfire on me. Dean Jenners is in his fifties. He’s married, his kids are grown. The trustee likes these things. But you getting the Nobel nomination has made you the frontrunner.” Richard watches me.

I shrug. “I’m an open book, Richard. And my work speaks for itself,” I say, looking him in the eye. This is not me being arrogant; this is fact. I’m way better equipped all around for the job, and Richard knows it, even without the Nobel nod. My age is the only thing holding him back. Thirty-eight is not unheard of, but very few have been appointed to a coveted position like this at my age.

Being a rising star professor at any Ivy League or prestigious private research university is huge, but being the dean of one of the top schools in the nation… well, let’s just say, my parents will have bragging rights.

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Advertisement Power (Blurred Lines #1) Read Online Cassandra Robbins http://www.books2020.com/power-blurred-lines-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Thu, 10 Nov 2022 23:02:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/power-blurred-lines-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance, Virgin Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: Blurred Lines Series by Cassandra Robbins
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Total pages in book: 82
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From USA Today bestselling author Cassandra Robbins comes her most forbidden romance to date. An explosive age-gap, complete stand-alone love story about infamous attorney Jett Powers and the woman who brings him to his knees.

Jett Powers is brilliant, nasty, and forbidden.

He takes what he wants, has no regrets, and makes no excuses.

Not to mention he’s tall, dark, and irresistible.

From our first secret encounter, I’m addicted.

He’s the last man that should be making my stomach flip, and heart pound.

Unfortunately, my mind and body are not in sync.

Because Mr. Powers is not mine.

He can’t be.

He’s my mother’s fiancé.

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PLAYLIST

Unholy- Kim Petras and Sam Smith

Happier Than Ever- Billie Eilish

Rude Boy- Rihanna

Super Freaky Girl- Nicki Minaj

Heroes- David Bowie

Slave To Love- Bryan Ferry

Ring of Fire- Johnny Cash

CUFF IT- Beyonce

Unstoppable- Sia

I See Red- Bonnie Elizabeth Sims

Best of You- Foo Fighters

Cherry- Lana Del Rey

Ceremony- New Order

Touch Me- The Doors

God’s Plan- Drake

Sadness- Enigma

King of Pain- The Police

Love The Way You Lie- Eminem and Rihanna

Bad- U2

Angels Walk- Paul Westerberg

Can’t Help Falling In Love- Elvis Presley

Just Like Honey- The Jesus and Mary Chain

Endless Love- Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

JETT

Beverly Hills, CA

“Hand me my coffee.” I finish buttoning my starched white dress shirt and stare into the bathroom mirror.

“What?” My fiancée screeches at her phone and sits up. Her fake tits barely move when she tosses the covers off and stands, showing me her phone, as if I can see it from where I’m standing.

Reaching for my tie, I can’t help but grin. Whatever is on there is unleashing the legendary bitch. My cock hardens. Not gonna lie—seeing her be a cunt does something for me.

“Is the governor’s fundraiser tonight?” she snaps.

“Coffee,” I demand right back. Her dark eyes narrow. Licking her lips, she dramatically reaches for my mug, then sashays toward me.

My erection instantly deflates, not because Rachel isn’t beautiful. She is. At forty-eight, she looks damn good. She eats nothing but salmon and salads and exercises every day. Along with her dermatologist’s and plastic surgeon’s help, my fiancée could easily pass for mid-thirties.

I’m just a dick, I guess. Thankfully, Rachel’s on the same page. Makes things easy, uncomplicated. I get to have zero guilt that I don’t love her.

And she gets to have me. All my money, connections, power, all of it. That’s what turns Rachel on. That, and the fact she enjoys watching other women suck my cock as much as I get off watching her eat other women’s cunts.

We belong together, both selfish, workaholics, into making money and climbing the social ladder. Hell, at the rate I’m going, the sky’s the limit. And Rachel knows it.

Smirking, she invades my space and places my mug on our large marble sink. While I smooth my tie, the flowery perfume she favors makes my nose twitch. I need to discuss switching her scent. That, and her straight black bob. I’m sick of the Uma Thurman-Pulp Fiction look on her.

“So.” She holds her phone up again. “Jennifer just texted me. Apparently, it’s the governor’s fundraiser tonight, and Emily does not have it on my calendar.” She stares at me like I can actually do something about this.

“Did you text Emily?” Already thinking of other stuff, I reach for my coffee.

“Of course,” she says tightly. “I hope she doesn’t think she can slack off because I let her blow you.” Her eyes caress my face.

I grin, setting down the coffee. “You, allow her? Rethink your words, Rachel.” I cock my head. The morning rays from the bathroom skylight aren’t doing her any favors. Yeah, that hair color and style have to go.

“Jett, she’s my assistant—” Her voice trails off and she tries to touch me.

Not in the mood, I grab her wrist, stopping her. “If Emily doesn’t have it on your calendar, there has to be a reason. Before you get unreasonable, wait for her answer.”

Tossing her wrist aside, I reach for my suit jacket. Her eyes narrow on me, and she glances down at her vibrating phone.

“Be polite,” I warn.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re so obvious, Jett. Don’t worry. I won’t fire her until she fucks us both again.” She shakes her head.

I place my hand over my heart. “Aww, Rachel, you get me.”

The look she throws me makes me burst out laughing.

“Emily,” she says curtly into the phone. “Please explain to me why I had to find out from my friend that the governor’s fundraiser is tonight.” She purses her borderline-duck lips.

“Shit. That’s today?” Rachel straightens, her eyes finding mine. The look of aggravation makes me pause.

“No, I forgot.” Sighing, Rachel rubs the back of her neck and starts to pace. “Okay. Well, I still don’t understand why Jett and I are not confirmed for tonight. It’s not like my daughter is a child.” She moves the phone to her other ear.

“No, I’ll send fucking Maria to pick her up. Confirm that Jett and I will be attending the fundraiser tonight and make sure we’re sitting with the governor. Also, get ahold of Stephen for a gown. And Emily?” Her eyes dart to mine as I walk past her to grab my phone from the dresser. “Don’t ever assume anything. I don’t change my plans simply because my daughter is flying in. I do have a business to run.” She hangs up and tosses her phone on the bed.

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Advertisement Force (The Disciples #5) Read Online Cassandra Robbins http://www.books2020.com/force-the-disciples-5-read-online-cassandra-robbins Sat, 18 Jun 2022 16:14:22 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/force-the-disciples-5-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: The Disciples Series by Cassandra Robbins
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Total pages in book: 114
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Force (The Disciples #5)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Cassandra Robbins
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From USA Today bestselling Author Cassandra Robbins comes an explosive, second- chance, age- gap, standalone love story about the dangerous Disciples enforcer and his fierce, secret obsession. I’ve made two impulsive decisions in my life, and both have involved the notorious enforcer of the Disciples MC. The first, I humiliated myself by spying on him. The second, I decided to throw caution to the wind and show up at probably the worst possible time. He’s dangerous, demanding, and able to consume me with just one look. He’s also on trial for murder, and no one in his club trusts me. You’d think I’d run. I mean, the cards are stacked against us. But I can’t escape my need, this all-consuming pull I have with him. He may be wrong for me, but he’s the very force that brings me to life
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RYDER

Present day

Studio City, CA

“Christ.” Sitting up, I scrub my hands up and down my face and toss the sheet off me. I must have drifted, which should make me happy. My insomnia is bad, so any sort of sleep is good. My gaze drifts to the sleeping woman next to me. This is the one place I shouldn’t be. I drop my hands and look for my bottle of Jack, ignoring the pounding in my temples, even though it feels like someone took a baseball bat to my head.

Fucking timing. Good or bad, it’s everything. Last night I was drunk enough, with one shot too many to do the right thing, and failed to ignore her incessant texts.

Standing, I crack my neck and make my way to her table to retrieve my half-empty bottle. It’s suffocating being surrounded by all of Cindy’s crap. The stuff’s not practical, at least not for me. I’m like a bull in a china shop.

“Jesus,” I growl, battling a giant white orchid to reach for my bottle. The fucking thing has branches and blooms sprouting in all directions. She’s gonna bitch that I broke it, but what the hell?

Unscrewing the lid, I take a deep swig. Her delicate glass bowl of potpourri makes me feel like I’m dead, lying in my coffin. The dried spicy flowers are so pungent and sweet, it’s stifling. I can’t get a good breath in. Add in the smell of sex, and my pulse is throbbing in my temples.

I shouldn’t have come here last night. I’d blame it on lack of sleep and too much booze, but it’s more than that.

Loneliness.

Stings like a bitch. My curse, my hell that I’m destined to live with night after night.

I close my eyes against the pain. The burn of whiskey barely bothers me as I finish the bottle. Her face appears before me, so beautiful and clear.

My obsession.

Doesn’t matter how much pussy and other substances I use as a substitute for her, she’s with me day and night. Owning me. My heart is bound and chained to hers.

Time to finish this with Cindy. This should be easy. I’ve never lied to her. She knew the rules from the first night. Fuck buddies. But that one night turned into two, and things got complicated fast.

And now here I am.

Cindy believes she loves me. She doesn’t. Not sure she can put her issues aside to really love anyone at this point in her life. But that’s not for me to fix, and deep inside she knows it, even if she continues to cling to this toxic relationship we’re submerged in. She’s determined to keep it alive and breathing when it should have died years ago.

“Fuck,” I hiss, kicking aside her discarded clothes and locating my jeans on the floor. Pulling my cigarettes from the pocket, I light up and move to her balcony where I close my tired eyes and inhale deeply. The warmth of the sun and the cigarette lull me into a false sense of peace until I hear her voice, as if she’s here next to me instead of a ghost choosing to haunt.

Mom.

Her tortured face swims in front of me.

She knew.

I prop my hand on the glass door, not able to stop my past from taking another piece of me this morning. My mind is a powerful beast. I should know better than to fight it.

“You killed them,” my mom shrieks at me, clutching the phone. Her black hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and her dark eyes are wild. She shakes the receiver at me.

“Cursed. Diavolo,” she wails.

I back up and shake my head, “No, please, Mamma. This is not my fault!”

“It is.” Her tear-stained face makes her appear older than her age. “You should have been in the car. You were supposed to go, but you did not… and you… you let them go.” She stares at me as if she’s only now seeing me. Her face is filled with disgust and fear. Collapsing to the floor, she weeps and rocks back and forth, her hand wrapped around the crucifix on her neck, her other still holding the phone.

“Mamma, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I walk toward her, but she screams, Italian dripping from her lips so fast I can’t keep up, but I don’t need to. I know what she’s saying.

Because she’s right. I did know, but I never said anything. They wouldn’t have believed me anyway. No one does, especially not my dad or my brother…

“Dead. They’re dead.” She drops the phone to lift her fist, chanting a prayer.

I shake my head and kneel with her to pray. Pray for why I’m cursed, why…

“You’re not my son. You’re not welcome in this house anymore. You’re a murderer. Get out, you Devil.”

Opening my eyes, I look down at my cigarette—it’s burned out. My fingers are stained yellow from too many nights of doing exactly this.

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Advertisement Rise (Rock God #1) Read Online Cassandra Robbins http://www.books2020.com/rise-rock-god-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Wed, 15 Sep 2021 06:10:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rise-rock-god-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: Rock God Series by Cassandra Robbins
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Read Online Books/Novels:	(Rock God #1) Rise
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USA Today bestselling author Cassandra Robbins returns with a scorching second chance, age-gap love story about a Rock God and his muse. I know what I want. So when opportunity knocked, I took it. I grabbed my shot, willing to do anything to make it happen. From the beginning, I knew I was destined to be with the six-foot-four, bourbon-eyed Rock God. Only back in the early days he wasn’t a god. Rhys Granger was my brother’s friend, the boy next door who wrote verses and played his guitar in our garage. He was talented. Exciting. Damaged. The kind of guy who made all the girls cry… Except for me. I thought I was special. Turns out I’m not. And now… I despise him. He’s the lead singer of the Stuffed Muffins, one of the biggest bands in the world, with dark hair, full lips, and a body to die for. Unfortunately, he’s a dick. Not that I care anymore. I have my own career. I’m successful in my own right. So, when offered another once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I turn it down. But the universe has other plans, and I’m forced back into the savagely glamorous world of rock ‘n’ roll. Thrust into battling his seductive smile, his dangerous kisses, and my own addictive needs. He might be a Rock God, but he’s also a man. And I’m the woman he never saw coming. ---- Get your VIP pass to the hottest world tour this year. Rise is a complete standalone in the Rock God series. Stage dive straight into Rhys and Gia’s uncontrollable attraction. With appearances from beloved past characters, this is my most scorching book yet. Not responsible for broken or spontaneous combustion of your e-reader.
Books in Series:	Rock God Series by Cassandra Robbins
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Your Guardian Angel – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Silver and Cold – AFI

Mountain Man – Crash Kings

Champagne – Cavo

Cocaine – Eric Clapton

The Night We Met – Lord Huron

I Found – Amber Run

Forever – Labrinth

Love is a Bitch – Two Feet

Do It for Me – Rosenfeld

Snow White – Dennis Lloyd

You Really Got Me – The Kinks

A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard

Voodoo – Bryce Fox

Devil Inside – London Grammar

Don’t Let Me Down – Stereophonics

She Talks to Angels – The Black Crowes

Glycerine – Bush

House of Pain – The White Buffalo

Where Did You Sleep Last Night – Sleigh Bells

November Rain – Guns N’ Roses

Within Your Reach – The Replacements

In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel

For my loves,

Mark, Jack, and Sophia

She stands in the rain, droplets of water running down her face to her feet. The moonlight makes it seem even more ominous than anything the daylight could spread.

Her pain seeps out of her, almost as if her tears are the reason she’s wet, rather than the rain that has soaked the parking lot.

The pulse of rage pounds my temples along with my adoring crowd behind me. The stadium energy is alive. It vibrates through me as I watch her.

“Why?” she yells at me. Her long, wet hair sticks to her face.

The guitar solo behind me wails as they chant my name. I wonder if they know how much I need to hear them?

This is the moment I die and become reborn.

Her grief will heal; mine will fester and ooze. It’s poison, growing stronger daily until my heart will not beat for her anymore.

She is, was, my anchor. My fucking lifeline to the real me.

I watch her beautiful face in the moonlight, her pale skin never looking more striking at this moment, until she backs away from me, taking my soul with her.

Agonizing pain seizes my chest as I let her go.

I don’t reach for her.

I don’t stop her, though the pain’s so excruciating it’s as though I’ve swallowed a knife. The slow descent slices my insides.

The bike waits for her like a living creature. An angry, living beast, its exhaust fills the area. It rumbles and vibrates on the pavement, reminding me that no matter how high I rise, I’ll always be the man who hemorrhages grief.

She hesitates, her hand on his shoulder.

Time stops.

One. Two. Three.

I hear my heart pound and know it’s hers calling to me.

“I hate you, Rhys Granger,” she screams. Her thin body trembles as she swings one long leg over the seat and climbs on, clinging to the biker in front of her.

I can’t see him. Don’t need to. I know his rage, and I’d feel the same if the roles were reversed.

His dark bike shines, almost glows in the moonlight. The sky blasts an eerie white zigzag across the black night. The pelting, almost stinging rain burns my sensitized skin. I open my mouth to try to take back all that has happened, to make her stay.

But I stop myself.

I owe her more than that.

The guitar solo is almost over and the lights from the stadium lasers fill the wet night with color.

My followers never leave. They’re what I need to focus on. Even with Mother Nature sharing her grief for me, my people love me. They know I bleed for them, and in return they give me their undying devotion.

The bike, like a dark demon, speeds away, the red taillight illuminating the two figures who seem to evaporate into the wet night.

For a second, I move as if I can actually catch up with the lead horse. I rip off my soaked shirt as if to shed my skin, or at least her scent, but stop as I acknowledge the truth: this is it.

She’s mine and she’s gone.

I’m not good.

All the people I love end up getting hurt.

The rumble of the crowd stops me, calls to me. Like a junkie with his addiction, I slow. We never had a chance.

Timing. The one thing you never escape. Our past formed our future.

Tossing the wet shirt to the ground, I reach for my heart, then look up into the rain-filled night and let it wash away my guilt.

Betrayal stings like a bitch, and no amount of Mother Nature’s cleansing tears can rid me of who and what I’ve become.

I’ve lost my muse, the one love of my life.

The crowd chants my name. I embrace it, let it fill me, build me up, the adrenaline of their screaming love allowing me to accept who I am.

Rock God.

As if the universe agrees, it lets out a loud, explosive crash of thunder.

She’s gone and taken my heart with her but this… I still have this.

I start to walk, but the water weighs me down. Hands touch me, and someone passes me a bottle as I make my way up the stairs.

It’s chaos.

Mayhem.

The crowd roars as if my very presence has brought them to life.

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Advertisement Ignite (The Disciples #4) Read Online Cassandra Robbins http://www.books2020.com/ignite-the-disciples-4-read-online-cassandra-robbins Fri, 20 Nov 2020 21:22:46 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ignite-the-disciples-4-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: The Disciples Series by Cassandra Robbins
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ANTOINETTE Axel Fontaine has a giant… At least that’s what everyone says. Unfortunately, it’s true. All. Of. It. He’s dangerous, scary, and addictive. Without a doubt, the last person I should fall for is the VP of the Disciples MC. I’m out of my league. He’s a six-foot-four, blue-eyed biker god. I’m an ex-ballerina turned stripper who should run away. But how do you escape the one man who ignites your body and consumes your very soul? Axel doesn’t do relationships. But I’m betting on ME to change his mind. AXEL I don’t do relationships. I don’t do drama, and I definitely don’t do love. I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the VP of the Disciples and the club is my family. The last thing I need is a violet-eyed enchantress who smells like candy and has some sort of voodoo chemistry that’s messing with my mind. She needs to go. She’s a distraction…a weakness I can’t have. Men like me fall in lust, not love. So, why is she still here?
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AXEL

Los Angeles, CA

My dick is vibrating. And not the fun kind of way. No, this is the annoying cell phone way.

I never have this problem because everyone knows I hate phones. I don’t get calls. I’m not that man. I get texts asking me to answer; then I decide if they’re worth it. The nonstop buzzing from the clubhouse to the Pussycat is not making me happy. Fuck it, let’s be honest: none of this makes me happy.

“Jesus Christ.” The vibrating has started again. I look over my shoulder as I back my bike into my designated spot.

Derrick, our manager at the Pussycat, is getting his knee fixed. He’s supposed to be on drugs, not disturbing me with nonstop phone calls.

I take a breath and try to get rid of my negative attitude. It’s not even Derrick I’m pissed at. It’s fucking Edge. He and Dolly had to pick this week, this moment to go on a honeymoon or some shit? Edge knows how Derrick is…

Turning off my bike, I pull out the device. “What?”

“Please tell me you’re there?” Derrick’s calm but annoyingly responsible voice drifts into my ear.

“It’s fucking eight a.m. Aren’t you supposed to be in surgery, man?”

“I’ve been waiting for two hours. Apparently they’re running late. And just so you know, I’ve been doing those hours for years. Now listen…” I want to groan. How many times do I have to hear Derrick say the same thing over and over? His martyr complex is getting old, especially since he loves his job. Loves getting up early and working all night. Blade and I pay him a fortune, and he also gets a percentage. The man is making more than when he was a professional wrestler.

“You need to get in there and make sure Crystal is nice. You know how she is. I spent a lot of time building that club—”

“Derrick, get sedated. I’m here. Don’t worry your pretty head.” I scrub my hand up and down my face already dreading the next two weeks or so.

I’m all alone.

Fucking Edge.

I glance around the parking lot. It’s nearly deserted, besides the bright red mustang parked in another manager spot. I have to fight the urge not to get back on my bike and ride in the other direction.

I’m not alone.

Nope. I have Crystal with me. I can barely tolerate her sucking my cock once in a great while. Having to work with her? Christ. I toss my helmet onto the handlebars and pocket the keys. Sweat drips down my back, the sun already baking me. My black T-shirt and leather cut suck in the morning heat.

“Don’t worry about Crystal. I can handle her.” Silence fills my ear and I’m about to hang up when he says, “Axel. She’s different with the girls, plays favorites. And with Georgia Peach running off, we’re short.”

“Relax, man.” I lean my head back, close my eyes, and let the morning sun beat down on my face as I count three, two, one. It helps.

“Do we need to go over today?”

Then again, maybe it doesn’t. I inhale slowly and exhale. Patience is not my strong suit.

“It’s fucking auditions, Derrick. I think I can handle spotting great tits and ass.”

“That’s exactly what scares me.”

I’m on autopilot listening to Derrick and his OCD list as I walk to the side entrance of the club. This is where all the VIPs and celebrities come in.

People fascinate me. They have this need to talk. I’m not even responding to Derrick. I could set my phone down and he wouldn’t realize I was gone for a half hour, maybe more.

Glancing around, I take in Downtown LA and marvel at Blade’s and my luck. We bought the Pussycat years ago, right when they were cleaning up certain areas. This particular spot was a dump, but I had a feeling. We bought it cheap, gave it a facelift. Now it’s nothing but a goldmine and 100 percent legal.

I reach for the black handle right as Manuel, one of our daytime bar backs, swings the door open.

His eyes grow huge when he sees he’s almost hit me in the face. Personally, I wish he had. At least I’d be able to get off the phone.

“Axel, sorry.” He freezes.

The smell of alcohol and garbage from the two trash bins he’s rolling out fills the air. I nod at him and hold the door as I motion for him to continue. Walking inside, I give my eyes a second to adjust from the sun.

“Axel. Are you even listening?” Before I can respond, he’s talking again. “I run a tight ship. I consider our club more than a strip joint—it’s the best strip joint. Our girls are gorgeous and sensual. They can dance and still look like they could walk the catwalk.”

I snort because now he’s getting carried away. We do have nice-looking snatch, but walking the runway?

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Advertisement The Entitled Read online Cassandra Robbins (The Entitled Duet #1) http://www.books2020.com/the-entitled-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Sat, 04 Jul 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/the-entitled-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: The Entitled Duet Series by Cassandra Robbins
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People say you can’t find your soul mate at eight years old. I did. I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself. We were young...beautiful...entitled. Money and private schools, our families’ lavish parties and posh New York City apartments—it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe. But I have a secret. It’s big and to some, unforgivable. And it’s why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroyed us. Either way, I’m worse than broke—I’m broken. Once upon a time, we were happy...Yet privilege has an ugly underside and in the blink of an eye, my world crashed down around me. I don’t feel entitled anymore. The Entitled is the first in The Entitled duet. Their story concludes in The Enlightened.
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Ob•ses•sion

the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

And in the end, we were all just humans,

drunk on the idea that love,

only love, could heal our brokenness.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

REED

Present day – twenty-five years old

London, England

“Deeper… Yeah… that’s it, suck me hard.” Leaning my head back, I close my eyes. It’s too bright for me. I should have made her turn off the lights. The warm mouth that’s sucking makes me moan, distracting me. The woman squirms, her hands reaching for my tight balls. She definitely knows how to suck my cock. If I could keep her from talking, we would have a perfect relationship.

The fantasy that I need, crave, is there, waiting for me. Grabbing the back of her head, I shove myself down her throat.

“Yeah, that’s it, suck… like that,” I growl at her.

I’m way too large for her to take me comfortably. Roughly I hold her head, watching her brown eyes widen as she starts to gag. Staring at her, I wonder why women allow me to do this. I almost ask her, but that would require her to speak. She tries again to deep throat me, working her hardest to accommodate my size. My stomach muscles clench. Her smell fills my nose: arousal and flowers. Why does every woman wear so much perfume? Except one… one didn’t. Vanilla. That’s what I desperately need to smell. I should have lit some candles. It would have helped me, soothed me. Aggravated at the thought, I pull her even tighter.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Breathe through your nose.” Mascara and tears cover her cheeks, her nostrils flaring. Taking pity on her, I release her head. She sucks in air with a small gasp. Like a cat in heat, she frantically grabs at me. A smile is on her lips like she is pleased with herself. Scooting forward, she pumps my cock from root to tip, then spits the thick saliva that comes from the back of her throat, making it easier for her to stroke me. Starting slow, then almost savagely, she goes at it.

Pleasure fills me, taking me to that place. “I like that.” Grunting, I lean my head back and my eyes close, blocking out all noise, everything but her. My fantasy, my soul, my greatest regret.

She starts to suck me again, and in my mind, I see her. Beautiful blue eyes stare up at me. Black long lashes sweep down, her brown hair like silk in my hands. Up and down, she sucks and strokes, fuck if only… If only.

“Like that baby?”

What the fuck? Her voice startles me back to the present.

My eyes snap open, the precious fantasy gone as I blink at the lights in my penthouse, reminding me where I am.

“Fuck.” Roughly I pull her mouth off me with a loud pop. She reaches for my cock like I stole her lollipop. Grabbing her hair, holding her still, I give her a firm jerk, my desire to get off gone. Somewhat hurt, she whimpers, licking her lips, her brown eyes questioning.

My phone rings again. Absently my eyes drift to where I left it charging on the counter.

“I asked you not to talk. It shouldn’t be that hard if you kept my cock in your mouth.”

“Sorry, you’re right.” She whines, “Can I try again?” Her swollen lips almost make her look deformed with the amount of collagen she has pumped into them.

Pulling my pants up, I tuck my dick back in as she watches like an adoring, defeated puppy.

I shake my head. “Lay off the injections. You’re starting to look like a duck.”

Moving her aside, I stand to retrieve my cell phone but still flinch when it rings again. It’s probably a robocall. I grimace, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling.

“But… I thought you liked a girl with big lips?”

Her question makes me freeze, and I turn toward her. “Why would you think that?”

She shrugs. “You mentioned it once, saying you had a thing for puffy lips.” Looking over at the counter, I can’t resist moving toward my phone. My glass penthouse, with its unending view of the stone-gray Thames, is cavernous and sparsely furnished. To a stranger, it would appear I recently moved in. Not that it matters; I’ve been here almost a year. But with the apartment’s emptiness, every sound echoes off the white, unadorned walls.

“You must have misunderstood. I loathe fake lips,” I say, needing to shut her down. Her eyes narrow as though she’s deciding if she believes me. Shaking her long blond hair, she runs her hands through it. My eyes take in her appearance. She is every man’s dream: fake boobs and a tan, fit body. Yet I don’t want her no matter how hard I try.

She can’t understand my need to be cruel. After all, it’s not her fault I’m miserable, and fuck it, she looks absurd. Someone needs to tell her. “They’re too big, Victoria. Also, I don’t like your perfume. Please change it to something else.”

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Advertisement Repent Read online Cassandra Robbins (The Disciples #3) http://www.books2020.com/repent-3-read-online-cassandra-robbins Wed, 02 Oct 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/repent-3-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: The Disciples Series by Cassandra Robbins
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There are two sides to every story. I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good. Until he wasn’t. He broke my heart once, twice… I’ve lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive. I should’ve seen it coming… Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would. I did. My name is Dolores Dunghart and I might have done the unforgivable. I don’t care if you judge me… I’ve judged myself. But this is how we live. And this is our love story. Edge and Dolly forever.
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To my husband, who always tells me to run my own race.

And to those who bet on me.

DOLLY

Thirty-one years old

I’m cold, I think, or am I? My cheeks are on fire. The faint beeps and smell of disinfectant surrounding me make me want to curl into a ball and hide.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re all right here.” Doug reaches for one of my numb hands. His voice is annoyingly soothing, and I turn to look into his brown eyes. For some reason, though, all I see is blue. Ocean-blue eyes, that look at me as though I’ve finally destroyed us.

I gulp in some much-needed air if only to stop my twitching. I must focus on the now. Breathe in and out, I chant in my chaotic brain.

My teeth are chattering and I bring a shaky hand to my lips to still them. Obviously, my technique is not working. It might be making things worse. My head is pounding, and there’s a real possibility I might be having a stroke.

“At least we’re at the hospital.”

I must have voiced this out loud, because Eve responds, “Yes, he’s getting the best care.”

She sits on my other side strangling my hand. Jesus, it’s clammy, almost slippery. Any other time, I’d be horrified. Today… well, today everything’s changed.

Terror shoots up my spine. This can’t possibly have happened. I love him; I can’t have killed him. All of this isn’t real—it’s a nightmare. Or one of my fucked-up daydreams I like to partake in.

“I think that I have done something unforgivable,” I announce loudly to the room.

All talking stops as almost every person I love in this world turns and stares.

I scan their faces. They’re either looking at me like I need to be put in the looney bin, or they look rather annoyed that I called 911. But I panicked. After all, I fucking stabbed him.

I know Blade is unhappy, saying he has private doctors to handle delicate matters such as this. Whatever. I’m done for anyway. Might as well make it quick. Why drag out the agony?

The silence is deafening… so bad that I can count my racing pulse, the beats so fast I’m out of breath. My eyes dart around as I take in my surroundings.

I’m sitting.

I’m in the waiting room at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

The walls are cream colored with fake watercolors and a large flat screen droning on about all the horrors that happen in our world.

And Disciples.

They surround me in a show of rank. Blade made sure of that.

“Dolly?”

The concern in Doug’s voice makes me blink and lean toward him. “It’s weird how this room has green chairs,” I whisper. “All but one.” I motion with my eyes to a chair that Dewey is sitting on.

“See? That one is gray. All the others are green.”

His beautiful brown eyes widen as he looks at my face as if I have grown another head.

“Everything is how it should be,” I announce again, hearing voices say, “Jesus Christ” and “What the fuck?” in the background.

“It’s true. Tell them, Eve.” I nudge her with my elbow. “We heard it on a talk show. Everything is how it’s supposed to be.”

Jesus, I can’t stop saying crazy things. If I had a free hand I would slap it over my mouth, but I don’t.

“Which is ridiculous because really? Is this how it should be? I don’t fucking think so.” I let out a snort that ends up in a sob.

“She’s in shock. We need a doctor,” Doug screeches.

The room explodes with Ox doing more cursing along with Dewey leaping out of the gray chair to chant and mumble in the corner.

“Everyone relax,” Blade growls, his green eyes lasering in on mine.

“Dolly?” He sounds like he’s performing a test to see if I know my name.

“Yes?”

He rubs the back of his neck looking at me in that way that makes you feel like you’re really dumb and he’s really smart. I slide down in my seat and curl inward. If I make myself small, he can’t see me.

“Pull your shit together,” he snaps, causing me to sit up and Eve to pat my hand. Fucking Blade—he thinks he’s king of all he sees, yet he’s not king to me. I’m not part of this anymore.

I’m not.

I left, but more blood has been spilled.

Holy shit, I’ve become like them. Maybe you never do escape your past or upbringing. No matter how long I’ve tried to leave this life, the club I was born into, here I am.

I start to giggle but my eyes widen because what the fuck? I don’t giggle! So, I swallow it back before I scream all my truths…

First, not even the mighty, all-powerful Jason “Blade” McCormick can get me out of this mess. I don’t care if he’s president of the most notorious biker club in the West.

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I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do… nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams. No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist! I. Make. No. Excuses. Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to see to it.
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CHARLIE

Seventeen years old–Los Angeles

Oh my God. The loud rumble of their bikes on our driveway prompts me to grab a tube of shimmery red lip gloss from my back pocket and slather it onto my lips. They’re my best feature, so I try to draw attention to them. As my breath stutters, goose bumps appear and my cheeks flood with warm heat. Stuffing the lip gloss back into my pocket, I reach for the People magazine one of the waitresses left yesterday and try to breathe. Butterflies swim in my stomach as I purse my lips and toss my hair to the side, accentuating my profile.

The doors to my parents’ diner swing open and he walks in. Maybe walk isn’t the right word: saunters, glides, struts, whatever. He’s so beautiful, so hot that it’s all I can do to keep my eyes focused on the magazine. I have no idea what it says. Geez, it could be in Spanish. Wait, is it in Spanish?

“Charlize,” my mother snaps, and I shift my gaze to hers.

“What?” I straighten, tossing the magazine on the counter. She stands and frowns, hands on hips. Her knowing eyes scan my face, which of course makes me flush even more. I look down at my chipped nail polish and wonder for the thousandth time why she’s so beautiful. I love her, she’s my best friend, but it’s hard to live in her shadow. Especially, when she’s blond and blue-eyed and I’m dark-haired with strange, yellowish eyes. My dad calls them gold; I call them weird.

“Go in the back and make sure Jessica is on. She can take care of those men.” She reaches for my arm as if I’m three rather than seventeen. Her long nails dig into me as I try to wiggle loose.

“Mom.” My eyes dart to the hot guys laughing near the “Please wait to be seated” sign. “Let go,” I hiss. Her slim frame towers over me, which is saying something. I’m not short, but with her heeled boots, she’s almost six feet.

“Seriously?” I eye her. She still holds on.

“You know Jessica isn’t on yet.” I jerk my arm free before she can say anything and squeeze past her straight toward the hostess stand.

“Jesus,” I mumble and try to catch my breath because one of these guys… well, let’s say I spend way too much time masturbating to thoughts of him. He’s my go-to guy when I need to get off fast. I pull my cropped top down and smile at them. Both of them are fucking hot. Tall and lean, they’re so ripped you can see their abs through their T-shirts. One is blond, the other auburn. The ginger has blue eyes; light freckles dust his tan skin. My guy has no freckles and smooth golden skin, a hard jaw, and piercing gray eyes. I shit you not, they’re gray, like a storm cloud. Almost silver. And full lips that I wish would kiss me. But that’s never gonna happen. This particular guy is taken. Nervously tossing the hair off my shoulder again, I concentrate on walking sexy.

“Hi.” The moment I say it, I want to die. It sounds pathetic and obvious. I grab two menus from the wooden pedestal that holds our seating chart.

“Hey.” His voice is deep with just the right amount of huskiness. God, I swallow, hearing a menu thud to the floor. Somehow, I will my gaze away from his hypnotizing eyes to process that not only am I staring like a creeper, I’m also looking like a klutz. Happy now that my hair is so long it falls over my face and hides my burning cheeks and neck, I bend down to get the plastic menu.

“Need help?”

Shit, shit, shit. He is unbelievably perfect. Even his smell is amazing… smoke and something. Maybe spice?

“No, thank you.” I pull a strand of hair that’s stuck to my glossed-up lips behind my ear.

“You sure?” He’s way too close. And my stomach flips as if I’m on a roller coaster.

Holy fuck, my eyes are aimed right at his crotch.

“Oh God.” I straighten up so that instead of staring at his junk, I’m back to his eyes. It’s so not fair. This guy is flat-out beautiful with tousled honey-wheat hair that’s altogether wild. His lean, muscled arms are covered in simple tattoos, unlike his friend who has colorful art all over his arms.

“Jesus, you two.” His buddy sneers behind me, reminding me that I’m making a complete ass out of myself.

I wave my hands and clear my throat. “So… follow me.” It comes out like a croak as I force my legs to move, one step in front of the other as I walk them to the Pulp Fiction table. Yes, my parents are actors, or used to be. My dad still is, or thinks he is. He still gets small roles here and there. I guess when he was younger, he made a living at it. At least, that’s what he tells everyone. Basically, his big claim to fame was a soap until they killed him off. Unfortunately, now his career is pretty much nonexistent, but he’s still holding on. I feel awful thinking this… but if he hasn’t made it yet, I doubt he’s gonna hit it at forty-five. Still, who am I to squash his dreams? Meanwhile, my mom did have a career and gave it all up when she got pregnant with me. She was on a popular sitcom. It’s how my parents bought our diner. But as soon as she got pregnant, my dad made sure she gave up her career, something I have to hear constantly. I mean, I love them both but wish they had made better decisions when they were younger. Maybe they would both be happier.

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Advertisement Lethal Read online Cassandra Robbins (The Disciples #1) http://www.books2020.com/lethal-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Mon, 15 Jan 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/lethal-1-read-online-cassandra-robbins Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Biker, MC, Romance Authors: Cassandra Robbins Series: The Disciples Series by Cassandra Robbins
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Blade McCormick is not a nice guy. He’s pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather—the kind of guy you look at and know he’s going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done. Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him. It takes a lot of work to become the club’s Queen, but I’ll stop at nothing to have the King!
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EVE

Present

“Holy shit, they’re coming.” Strike that—he’s coming! “Where the fuck is Benny?”

The dust cloud is so thick it’s almost suffocating. I close my eyes against the dirt to keep them clear.

“Never mind.” My voice is loud over the rumble and screeching of their iron horses. “Get to my dad before they do.”

The dark-haired boy named Santiago nods. His big brown eyes hold terror. He should be scared. Hell is about to burn us open. A small twist of guilt wraps around what’s left of my questionable conscience as I look at the dirty ten-year-old who happened to have the bad luck of working in my booth today.

“Go.”

He bolts under the counter and takes off like the boogeyman is after him. And maybe he is, or at least after me. I watch as dirt puffs up while he runs toward my trailer. My eyes scope the neon lights, the Ferris wheel, and the Tilt-a-Whirl. The rides still move; people are still laughing even though bad men are coming. Pushing open the counter on the side of my stand, I ignore the couple whining about the darts that I’ve dropped on the plywood floor.

“What the hell? I paid you ten dollars. Where do you think you’re going?” the stupid guy sneers.

The girl covers her nose, dust swirling and dancing around us as the motorcycles spin and skid in the parking lot.

“You two need to get out of here. Shit is going down.” I reach for my knife taped under the wooden counter, grab my backpack, and almost laugh at the horror on these two idiots’ faces. Truth be told, they are probably my age. But I feel ancient compared to them.

The guy slams his fist on the counter causing the girlfriend to gasp and jump. “This is unbelievable. I’ve heard you guys are scum, but you can’t steal my money and leave. I’ll call the cops, bitch.” His light brown hair is gelled back and he’s wearing skinny jeans. That fact alone should make me let the motorcycle club take him out. I heave the backpack over my shoulder and start to walk across the loud carnival area.

“Hey! You can’t do this, blondie,” the douche screams at me.

“I don’t have time for this,” I yell over my shoulder. “Get away from here. Trust me, that’s worth the ten dollars you gave me.” My hands clench at my sides as I watch the girl wisely pull the guy away. He’s still bitching about not being able to win a disgusting, moldy stuffed animal from China.

“Fucking pathetic.” I run across the long field checking behind me as I go.

“Benny… please be in the trailer, please.”

The sun is lowering and heavy metal music blares out of the speakers. I know in my heart Benny’s gone and more than likely not coming back. Same way I know this betrayal will be the final straw for me. As I exhale, the taste of dirt lingers in my mouth. My mind scrambles with all my options, but with my dad and his lack of mobility… I’ll have to take responsibility for Benny’s actions. They’re coming, and the only person I give two shits about in this fucked-up world is my dad.

Pushing my long hair behind my shoulders, I wish I had something better on. But who am I kidding? The bikers want their money. I could be wearing a ball gown, and unless it’s covered in diamonds, it’s not going to do me any good. Though I don’t know how much Benny owes them, I only have about $500 stashed away, and I can only pray it’s not as bad as I think. Tucking my head down, I run to my trailer. I don’t even get the door open when a tan tattooed hand grabs me and jerks me inside so violently my teeth chatter.

Blinking, I try to adjust my eyes to the dark cave-like feel of our trailer. The sound of wheezing comes from the corner and my eyes bolt to my father. His once-strong frame, now shriveled and weak, is slumped over in a sad excuse for a wheelchair. Another tattooed monster stands next to him.

“Jesus Christ! He can’t breathe without his oxygen.” I go to move toward him, but that tattooed hand is still wrapped around my arm. I twist back and forth, then stop as I realize it’s pointless. What I need to do is think and assess the situation. My dad’s oxygen mask is still on, but his skin is sweaty and pale, with an almost gray, waxy look. My tears burn as I watch my sweet father take small hissing breaths.

“Please.” I look around for the first time since I was jerked into the trailer and I’m stunned. It’s been completely ripped apart. They’ve torn off cabinets, thrown the microwave and TV on the floor, and split open all the furniture. That means our piece of shit couch and chair, along with Benny’s and my mattresses in the corner, are trashed. Feathers dance around causing me to shiver at how serious this is.

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