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Total pages in book: 12
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I don’t mix business with pleasure, but he’s irresistible…

Nicholas

For years, I’d kept to a routine–get up, work out, do my job, then go back home. Even with Drew practically right beneath my nose, I’d managed to keep to that routine.

And keep my eyes mostly to myself and my hands where they belonged.

But then he barges into my office with bloody, swollen hands. He’s crossing boundaries I set in place, and he’s rolling over me without a care for anything else except what he wants.

Until I butt in where he doesn’t want me, and suddenly, like a switch being flipped…

We’re feral for each other.

~*~*~

Drew

I’m a silent soldier. My job is to guard my boss’s husband and take out anyone he orders a hit on. I’m efficient at my job, but I also make sure my targets pay for their crimes before I watch the life leaves their eyes.

And my most recent job puts me in the perfect position to finally take what I want.

Nicholas, the family doc, has always kept to himself, but that hasn’t stopped me from secretly obsessing over him. From wanting–no, craving–him.

I’ve never known a need as visceral as the one I have for the doctor.

But when my routine is tossed aside, leaving me feeling untethered and without control, I lash out at him…

Only to end up getting the one thing I’ve always wanted.

Him

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Drew

It seemed impossible that most of us within the Martinez family liked dick, but it was true. And I was no exception.

Hence why I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off Dr. Nicholas Allman. Nicholas, the family doctor, kept to his infirmary most of the day, only stepping out long enough to grab food and water from the kitchen. Never saw him drink anything else. Not coffee, not tea, not even a damn sugar-free soda. Just plain ass fucking water.

When he wasn’t in his infirmary, he could more than likely be found in the training room doing a workout. And if he wasn’t there either, working hard to keep his body in tip-top shape despite him never seeing field work, then he was at home in the small cottage-like house Rico had apparently built for him years ago when he first hired Nicholas.

Nicholas had been a fancy-pants emergency room doctor back in San Diego, California before he operated on a pregnant woman with appendicitis. She’d known the risks associated with the surgery, that she could very well miscarry. But she didn’t have much of a choice. If her appendix had ruptured, she would have been facing much more dire consequences.

She’d signed off on the paperwork. And she miscarried not long after her surgery. Her husband sued the hospital for the loss of their baby, who wasn’t even a baby yet, honestly. It was nothing more than a fucking ball of cells still. She hadn’t been but seven weeks pregnant. But because of the lawsuit, the hospital fired Nicholas, claiming malpractice.

That was when Rico stepped in, offering him better pay, a better benefits package, and his own little office within the mansion Rico housed all of us in.

When Alfonzo had brought me here a few years ago as a new recruit, I’d barely been twenty. Silent and kept to myself. Thought the world fucking had it out for me with all the bad luck I’d suffered up to that point. But one look at Nicholas as he gave me the first physical exam I’d ever had in my life, and I no longer gave a fuck what I went through previously because it all had led me to him.

I just hadn’t made a move yet… not in the nearly five years I’d been part of the Martinez family. I’d been biding my time. Waiting for the right moment to strike. Needing to make sure I could offer him something because Nicholas was a fancy pants, wealthy doctor who didn’t need anyone. So, I had to make sure I could bring something to the table.

Just didn’t know what that was yet.

Alfonzo appeared in the doorway of Maksim’s office, and we both looked up at him. As Maksim’s bodyguard, I was to be at his side every moment Alfonzo was not with him. If Alfonzo was with him, I was free to do as I pleased. I just had to be nearby if Alfonzo needed me to take over.

Maksim Aguado, previously known as Maksim Arsenyev, was half in the door with the Bratva and half in the door with the Martinez family, due to his marriage with Alfonzo. The Bratva didn’t want to let go of him, and the Martinez family wouldn’t make him choose. Rico paid him well as Alfonzo’s personal assistant, if you could call Maksim that. He did every bit of desk work for his husband, so Alfonzo could be out in the field, slicing and dicing people to his little psycho heart’s content.

“Need to talk to you,” Alfonzo told me before leaving the office once more.

“What the fuck am I?” Maksim muttered, now jabbing his fingers into the computer keys aggressively. “Chopped fucking liver?”

I snorted and stood. Alfonzo popped his head around the doorframe, arching a brow at his husband. Maksim colored, his face turning red. “What was that, mouse?” Alfonzo drawled, daring his husband to repeat himself. He loved Maksim to pieces, but he kept Maksim on a tight leash—a tight leash Maksim couldn’t seem to function without. He loved Alfonzo’s twisted and fucked up way of loving him.

“Nothing,” Maksim muttered. “Carry on.”

Alfonzo snorted and dipped back out once more. I followed him from the room, and once we were down the hall and out of earshot of his husband, Alfonzo turned to face me and handed me a manila folder. “Got a job for you.”

I took the folder and opened it up, arching a brow at the man staring back at me. He looked a hell of a lot like Maksim, just older, skinnier, and unhealthy-looking. Lifting my eyes, I arched my brows, waiting for an explanation. Alfonzo grunted. “He’s Maksim’s father, and he’s come into the states. Last I checked, he was trying to reunite with his son, and I’m not allowing that to fucking happen. He abandoned Maksim. Left him for dead in the middle of winter in fucking Russia. Make him disappear. My husband will not have his life upended by fucking trash.”

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Advertisement Blayke (Satan Worshippers MC #5) Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/blayke-satan-worshippers-mc-5-read-online-t-o-smith Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:21 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/blayke-satan-worshippers-mc-5-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: T.O. Smith Series: Satan Worshippers MC Series by T.O. Smith
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BLAYKE

I'm a laid back kind of guy. I'm great at turning just about everything into a joke.

But despite my DGAF mask, I'm cold. Ruthless. There's a reason Johnston made me his Vice President.

We're at war, and Johnston is relying on me to work with Alejandro Garcia, the leader of the Mexican Cartel, to stop the spread of the skin trade.

Plans are made, and we're getting ready to leave when she appears on the clubhouse grounds.

She's full of fire, and she's determined to make a place for herself within the club as a patched member.

Johnston is against it, but me? Well, I'm intrigued by her. And I want to give her a chance for purely selfish reasons.

Which means she's coming with me to Mexico.

I'll put a stop to this problem, and while I'm at it, I'm making this pink-haired spitfire mine.

~*~*~

NOAH

When Dad passed away, I sold everything we owned--the campers we lived in, his truck, the land. All of it.

The only reason I'd stuck around was because of him. And now that he'd passed, I was ready to belong somewhere else.

I wanted to belong to Satan's Worshippers MC. I was good with my hands, and I wasn't afraid to get bloody. I was well-versed in living on the other side of the law.

But Johnston Trimm, the president, is stubborn, and he's refusing to budge.

However, his VP is my ticket in, and I'm not ashamed to use him.

Only I don't realize just how dark and twisted Blayke is behind his teasing smiles, his warm eyes, and his friendly demeanor.

There's a darkness there that speaks to me. And I can't resist him when he decides I'm going to be his.

**Please read the author's note at the beginning of this book before deciding to read. Thanks!

This is book five of a fourteen-book series. It is highly recommended to read Scorpion (Savage Crows MC Book 11) and the previous books in this series before reading this book

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Blayke

Johnston leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table as he laced his fingers together in front of him. I rocked in my chair, an energy drink in my hand, as I waited for him to get to the point of why he’d called church at nine at night when we usually held church first thing in the mornings.

Drew, one of the patched members, shot me a questioning look, but I just shrugged my shoulders. I had no fucking clue why we’d all been called in here—immediately at that. I mean, fuck—Trigger had walked in the door only thirty damn minutes ago after spending the past few weeks with the Texas Charter trying to eliminate the Russian mother fucker who’d targeted Aaliyah, Johnston’s wife/old lady.

The asshole hadn’t been captured, but we had wiped out most of their men. So, that was a plus, at least. We’d weakened him.

“Alright, Prez. What the fuck is going on?” I asked.

Johnston rolled his neck around. “Scorpion and I reached out to Alejandro about the group rising up in Mexico. Alejandro was already aware of the group, but he did not know they were working with the Russians. Since the Russians are our problem, he wants us to deal with that end while he deals with the uprising against him.”

“Okay…” Lawson drawled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re already dealing with that.”

Lawson, also known as Law, was our road captain. He planned our runs, mapped out safe routes, and he was responsible for handling exchanges with other clubs and organizations when we did gun and drug sales. He was chill and laid back, and it was hard to get him riled up.

Which only meant when he did finally have enough of something, everyone better run for fucking cover.

“Scorpion and I agreed we need people in Mexico to deal with the Russians there. I imagine that’s where the Pakhan will burrow down at while he regroups after we wiped out a lot of the men in his inner circle.” I stopped rocking, intrigued now. “Alejandro has agreed, and he is opening his home to us.”

“Surely, all of us aren’t riding down to Mexico,” Trigger grunted. “Not to step on your toes, Prez, but Sophia will have a fucking coronary if I leave the entire country.”

Sophia was Trigger’s woman, but she was also the Texas Charter’s vice president’s woman. The three of them—Trigger, Chase, and Sophia—were a throuple. I hadn’t been surprised by it in the slightest. I’d always known Trigger had a thing for Chase, and when Chase began “sharing” Sophia with Trigger and Trigger and Sophia fell in love, too, I knew it would only be a matter of time before Chase and Trigger fell for each other, too. Chase had been a bi-awakening walking. It’d only been a matter of time.

“I know,” Johnston told him. “You think Aaliyah would let me go all the way to fucking Mexico without at least bringing her along? Which will never fucking happen.” I snorted. Johnston was a hard mother fucker and more of a sociopath than any other man I knew, but Aaliyah could bring him to his knees for her with a single look. Johnston would not be going to Mexico. That was for sure.

“So, what’s the plan here?” I asked, lifting my can to my lips.

“Scorpion and I are sending a small group of you to Mexico. Alejandro will be escorting you across the border. He’ll be providing assistance where he can without hindering his own business. Blayke and Geek, you two will be going to Mexico with Halo and Gidget. The two of them should be on their way here already.”

“Halo and Gidget?” Geek asked, frowning. His eye even started twitching. Reaching up, he pressed his finger to it. I hid my smile in my can. “Is that a good idea?”

Gidget and Halo were… complicated. When Scorpion was first re-forming the Texas Charter after he’d gone through and wiped them out for going after his wife, which he was lucky he didn’t get fucking slaughtered for, Gidget and Halo had gotten into a nasty altercation that landed Halo in ICU with head trauma. Honestly, none of us were sure he was going to make it, but he came out on the other side.

They had a love/hate relationship at best. Putting them on the same job together would be… interesting.

“Halo and Gidget won’t be a problem,” Johnston assured him. “Scorpion has assured me they can be trusted to work together, and for some fucking reason, he believes they’re the best to send, so that’s who we’re getting.”

“What about Tango?” Geek asked.

I laughed. “Tango leaving his boy? Hardly.”

“Gabriel is so co-dependent on Tango that I’m not sure if the boy can survive being apart from him. And Tango will let this whole club burn to the ground before he leaves Gabriel,” Trigger agreed. “Out of all of us, Tango is the first option off the fucking table.”

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Advertisement Grit – Savage Crows MC Mother Charter Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/grit-savage-crows-mc-mother-charter-read-online-t-o-smith Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:40:22 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/grit-savage-crows-mc-mother-charter-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Novella Authors: T.O. Smith Advertisement

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I kept my distance... but our problems still touched her.

My time in the military left me gruff, blunt, and quite frankly, not fit for regular society.

So, when Nicole is waiting outside the clubhouse gates when I get home, ready to bombard me for a potential charity fundraising event, I shut her down quick.

We're in the middle of a war. Both women attached to the club have been attacked by our rival. I won't let it happen to her, too.

Except... it does. Despite me keeping my distance, they come for her, too.

But I'm not as kind as my brothers.

Anyone who touches her has me to contend with.

**This book is book three of a four-book series with an overarching plot. It is highly recommended to read this series in order. Savage Crows MC Texas Charter and Savage Crows MC Mother Charter do NOT have to be read prior to reading this series.**

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Grit

Carter rolled up next to me at the stop sign, and with a sigh, I arched my brow at him, waiting for him to spit out whatever he needed to say to me. Carter, the youngest in our small found family, sometimes just didn’t know when to leave me alone. We’d been riding for hours to get home after doing a weapons exchange with another small club. I wanted peace and quiet with nothing but the rumble of my bike accompanying my ears. Why he couldn’t give me that peace was beyond me.

“You gonna be good if I split from you and go get food from the bar?” he asked. “Fucking starving, man.”

I waved him off. I didn’t care what he did. He’d been part of the same platoon as me, Blink, and Carver, and we’d seen him in action when it came to life-or-death situations. Carter, while lighthearted and just a little quirky ninety-nine percent of the time, was a deadly son of a bitch when the people he cared about needed protecting. And I knew very well that he was more than capable of holding his own.

He nodded once and turned left toward town, while I continued straight, heading for the clubhouse. I wanted a hot shower, maybe a hand job while I was at it—courtesy of my reliable right hand—and then a sandwich. A sandwich always hit the spot after a long ride. There was just something about a little too much mayonnaise that made my gut happy.

But that’d have to wait. Because a red Honda Accord was parked near the gates as I drew closer. A woman with medium-length dark hair that’d been permed into tight ringlets was leaning against the hood, her eyes hidden behind a pair of polarized sunglasses. In a pair of jeans that showed off her curves well with a red sweatshirt tucked into the waistband advertising a Texas college, she definitely had my attention, and not just because she was somewhere she didn’t belong.

She was goddamn beautiful.

I definitely noticed women. I wasn’t blind. But never had any of them snagged my attention the way she did. She just… commanded it without so much as moving. I was so viscerally aware of her, every single one of my senses was on high alert.

A woman like her would be detrimental to my health.

Remaining keenly aware of my surroundings, I turned my bike off but remained on it, my thighs still straddling the seat. “Can I help you?” I asked. I hadn’t seen her around town before, but then again, I didn’t get out much. I preferred staying to myself and sticking to the clubhouse. Going on runs like I’d just come back from was the most out-and-about-ing I did. This woman didn’t seem dangerous, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have ties to the rival club we were currently at war with.

The Lockheart MC were nothing more than a bunch of cocky assholes who thought they were holier than thou. And they didn’t like us moving in on a buyer they wanted. But we’d checked all our bases before setting up shop here to make sure we wouldn’t step on anyone else’s toes, and they weren’t running us out of fucking town. In fact, after he’d run Blink’s old lady, Lindsey, off the road, and he’d abused the absolute fuck out of his daughter, Jennifer, who was now Carver’s old lady, running us out of town was the last thing the Lockheart MC would be getting.

A bullet in each of their skulls would be their gift for thinking they could fuck with us.

The woman pushed off her car, her black boots crunching across the gravel as she bravely made her way to me. When she pushed her shades to the top of her head, revealing pretty hazel eyes that were a stunning mix of green and gold, the breath was knocked from my lungs. No woman had any fucking right being this damn attractive, yet there she was right in my fucking face.

“I’ve been trying to get in contact with your president all day, but whenever he answers the phone, he just hangs it right back up as soon as I get ready to introduce myself. And I’m pretty sure he’s disconnected the line at this point.”

I wouldn’t be surprised. Blink didn’t allow calls to the clubhouse except for when one of us were calling or the old ladies. We didn’t care for other calls, and he certainly didn’t. Blink was an asshole through and through. A man of few words, too. Hearing he’d hung up on her multiple times was actually right up his alley.

“What do you want?” I asked, needing to get this over with so I could send her on her way and forget she existed. Any other woman, I might have tried to entice into bed just so I didn’t have to use my hand, but this woman spelled trouble. And I avoided trouble at all fucking costs. At this point in my life, I wanted peace as much as possible.

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He's the rival, but wanting him is inevitable.

Alfonzo

I've always lived by my own set of codes, and code number one in my book form no attachments.

But forming one with him was inevitable.

When Rico dropped Maksim Arsenyev's file onto my desk with orders to eliminate him, I wasn't surprised.

The Russians had been playing at our backdoor for too long, and while they were good friends with a local biker club Rico was in cahoots with, that didn't mean Rico would idly stand by and let the Russians continue to spread into our territory.

But when I lay eyes on Maksim in person for the first time...

I can't bring myself to pull the trigger.

I let him run.

A game of cat and mouse begins, but like Tom, I don't actually want to harm Jerry.

~*~*~

Maksim

The Bratva took me in when I was nothing more than a starving boy on the streets of Russia. Anatoly, the Pakhan, saved me, and Rurik, his best friend and consigliere, mostly raised me.

I owed them everything.

So, when I'm given orders to scope out one of Rico Martinez's properties, I do so without question.

But I'm not sneaky enough, and I'm spotted. My cover is blown.

When Rico's second in command, Alfonzo Aguado, appears in front of me like a ghost, I know it's over for me.

But he lets me go.

A game of cat and mouse begins, but somewhere in our little game, a third player slips in, and we're unaware until they almost take me out.

Now, I'm standing on the Martinez compound grounds, bleeding out, and begging Alfonzo to come out and help me.

And when he does... may God have mercy on whoever touched me.

Alfonzo is out for blood.

Characters in this book are featured in the Ghost Born MC series by T.O. Smith and Layne Daniels. Alfonzo is introduced in Rico by T.O. Smith.

**Please read the author's note at the beginning of the book before deciding to read. Thank you.

**Previously known as Slay Bells and Silent Nights

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Prologue

Alfonzo

The sound the blade of my knife made as it moved over the sharpening block was fucking music to my ears. Should I have been working on the massive amount of paperwork Rico had dropped on my desk last night? Definitely. But it could wait. I wasn’t in the mood to work. I was feeling antsy and restless, which meant I needed field work. Not to sit on my ass at a fucking desk.

But Rico didn’t have shit going on at the moment. Things were peaceful, and no one needed us. There were no guns to trade. No drugs to run. No one to unalive or torture. Absolutely fucking nothing to do.

Rico pushed open my office door. I glanced up at him, pausing the sharpening of my knife to arch an eyebrow at him. “One day, I’m gonna have a fine piece of ass laid out on this desk and be all up in it. Bet you’ll learn how to fucking knock then,” I drawled.

Rico grunted. “Doubt it.” He dropped a manila folder onto my desk. “You look like you’re avoiding doing the work I gave you.”

I grabbed the folder and pulled it to me to see what the fuck else he’d decided to drop onto my already huge workload. “If you’re here to reprimand me, save your breath,” I warned him. “I’ll get to it when I don’t feel like I’m crawling out of my fucking skin.”

Rico huffed. “You need to see Nicholas about some meds for your ADHD,” he said, referring to the family doctor, Dr. Nicholas Allman.

I rolled my eyes. He and I both knew that would never fucking happen. Went on them once and never again. I could barely fucking eat, and I lost a lot of my muscle mass because I couldn’t bulk up on my protein. Couldn’t exactly protect Rico and his adorable husband when I wasn’t feeling like myself.

I flipped open the folder, blinking in surprise at the goddamn gorgeous man staring back at me, all pale skin, blue eyes, buzzed dark hair, and a close-cropped beard. Tattoos lined his left arm, and while he was slim, he was definitely toned, muscles lining every inch of his body that I could see.

I glanced down at his name next, forcing myself to rip my eyes from the picture which effortlessly captured his beauty.

Maksim Arsenyev.

“He’s Russian,” I mused. Rico didn’t fuck with the Russians, despite the alliance the Bratva had with the Ghost Born MC, a motorcycle club that Rico was in cahoots with. The Bratva had been snooping around for a little while, but not enough to make Rico want to make a move. But the fact that I had a file now lying in front of me meant Rico was done playing games.

“Yeah, he’s Russian,” Rico confirmed. “He’s been sneaking around the property and our warehouses. Niran finally got me a positive ID. Now, your job is to take him out.”

I leaned back in my seat and twirled my knife between my fingers, the glistening blade glinting in the overhead light. “You’ll start a war,” I warned him. I, personally, didn’t fucking care. A war meant I was kept busy, and I was away from this godforsaken desk. But Rico had a boy to worry about—his husband.

“If a war happens, we will deal,” Rico told me. He pointed at the folder. “Make him disappear, Alfonzo. He’s too close for my comfort, and anyone who even looks like a threat near my boy gets taken out, tú entiendes?”

I nodded once. “Got it.”

He left the room, and I slid the folder closer, admiring the man again. Pity he was a problem because he was pretty enough for me to want to keep. Maybe make him bleed a little. Sure wouldn’t have minded marking him as mine.

But he was Russian, and no matter what, none of us laid with the fucking enemy, especially if they were an enemy threatening the family.

“Pity,” I murmured, tracing the tip of my knife down his slender throat. “I would’ve liked to keep you.”

Standing, I grabbed the file folder, then headed to Niran’s office. I knocked because the last time I didn’t and just barged in, he’d had Bento, his husband, bent over his desk and was railing him like Bento was nothing more than a two-cent whore he’d paid for.

When I got a, “Come in,” I entered and tossed the file on Niran’s desk. A smirk curved his lips as he looked down at it. “Rico finally took it to you?”

I nodded. “Tell me everything we know,” I ordered, dropping into the chair across from his desk.

Chapter One

Maksim

When I took the rise in ranking a few months ago, I’d thought it was a blessing. A sign Anatoly Balakin, the Pakhan over the Washington chapter of the Bratva, finally trusted me as more than just a soldier. But the moment he pulled me into a meeting and told me I was to take out Alfonzo Aguado, the right hand man to Rico Martinez, who was easily one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the US, I began to think that maybe Anatoly wanted me dead and just didn’t want to do it himself.

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It's unprofessional to want him, but I can't help myself...

Bento

Niran Chun is the quietest man I've ever known. He rarely says anything, and he's strictly business.

When Rico brought me in off the streets and gave me a job as a member on his security team, Niran was the one to train me.

I thought my crush on Niran would go away over time. I thought I'd grow up, mature, and be able to forget about him.

But my feelings have only grown.

Revealing anything for Niran goes against my own code. I owe Rico my life, and getting involved with his personal guard / the head of his security is too much of a risk.

Besides, Niran feels nothing for me. He's a soldier. That's it.

At least, that's what I believe until the day my entire world flips upside down.

~*~*~

Niran

Rico made me the head of his security and his personal bodyguard for a reason. I'm cold, calculating, and I can flip my emotions off like there's a mere switch in my brain.

Until him. Bento Perez is the one thing I can't turn off, no matter how much I want to.

I'm good at keeping what I feel for him hidden. I'm excellent at keeping my mask in place and treating him as an employee and coworker.

Until he risks his life to save Rico's husband. Until he's taken from me.

I'll rip this world to pieces to find him again. And when I do...

I hope everyone who touches him knows what's coming for them.

Because I'll burn everything to the ground to save him.

Characters in this book are featured in the Ghost Born MC series by T.O. Smith and Layne Daniels. Bento and Niran are introduced in Rico by T.O. Smith.

**Please read the author's note at the beginning of the book before deciding to read. Thank you.

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PROLOGUE

Bento

My stomach was growling so loudly, I was surprised the people around me didn’t look up in search of a thunderstorm. It was cloudy, so it was definitely possible. But nope. I was just starving. It’d been two days since I’d eaten anything, and I was ready to do just about anything for a meal. I hadn’t resorted to selling my body for cash yet, but it wouldn’t be much longer before I did. I was getting desperate.

As a street kid, pickpocketing and stealing was all I knew. I didn’t have an education. Everything I knew, I was self-taught or taught by some of the other homeless people. School was a laughable idea. I’d never been. I was born in some back alley beside a dumpster, and I’d been left there like yesterday’s garbage. A small group of homeless people had taken me in and kept me fed, stealing formula and jugs of water until I was old enough to eat finger foods.

I had no documentation listing me as a United States resident, which put me in even more danger as I got older. If law enforcement got their hands on me now, I’d be deported to a country I’d never been to. To a place that spoke a language I wasn’t familiar with. My skin tone might have been brown, but I didn’t know my heritage. I didn’t know my mother or my father. I was only named Bento Perez because of the woman that had taken care of me while I’d been a baby had been Hispanic herself. She’d passed away before I was a year old, but everyone just kept calling me by the name she’d given me.

I had no idea if my parents were alive, and the older I got, the less I cared. The fuck did I want with someone who’d abandoned me?

My stomach rumbled again, and I sighed, looking around for someone I could easily pickpocket. Someone who also might have some cash. Cards did me no good. They could be traced. But cash? Cash was a free-for-all.

I almost missed the Hispanic man standing beside an expensive Maserati. He was talking to another man, and they seemed to be pretty deep in conversation. Taking my opening, I moved forward and just as I was about to walk past, I reached for his back pocket⁠—

I squeaked in alarm when a hand suddenly wrapped around my bony wrist, and within a split second, I was being shoved face first against the side of the expensive Maserati. My nose bounced off the passenger door, and I groaned when it began to throb.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, kid?” the one I hadn’t been trying to pickpocket asked. He leaned a broad shoulder against the SUV and crossed his arms over his chest, the black sleeves of his t-shirt straining around his massive biceps. He arched a dark brow at me when I remained silent, trying to think of a way out of this, though I wasn’t sure it was possible. I’d never been caught before. “You got a death wish or something?”

My stomach rumbled again. I huffed in aggravation. “No. I’m just fucking hungry,” I griped.

“Do you know who I am?” the one I had been trying to pickpocket asked, spinning me around to face him. He still hadn’t let go of my wrist, and now that we were facing each other, I could see the gun peeking out from beneath his jacket. My empty stomach dropped right to the pavement.

Fuck.

I’d dug myself a goddamn deep hole this time.

I swallowed thickly. “I, uh, no,” I stammered.

The other man made a tsking noise, drawing my eyes to him. “You ever heard of Rico Martinez?” the man asked me. My face paled. Slowly, I turned back to look at the man in front of me. “You’re lucky you’re not being hauled off to be tossed somewhere, kid. You could have died just now.”

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to drop bodies,” Rico warned me. My blood ran so cold, I shivered despite the summer heat. He ran his eyes over me. “When’s the last time you ate?”

I shrugged. “Like two days ago. Look, I’m sorry. This won’t happen again. I swear it.”

Rico snorted. “I know it won’t because I’m not giving you the choice to even contemplate it.” I was going to be sick. I had nothing but stomach acid to puke, but I was on the verge of spewing it. Rico Martinez was a notorious crime boss and head of the Martinez crime family. He was dangerous as fuck, and I’d just pissed him off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was about to die.

Reaching around me, he opened the back passenger door, then yanked me around to face the backseat. “Get in, kid.”

I shook my head, my teeth beginning to chatter. “Really, no,” I rushed out. “I swear. I won’t do this again. I’ll figure something out. I f-fucking swear.”

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Advertisement Satan – Ghost Born MC Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/satan-ghost-born-mc-read-online-t-o-smith Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:51:51 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/satan-ghost-born-mc-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Novella Authors: T.O. Smith Advertisement

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I’ll tear anyone apart who thinks they can take him from me…

William

They don’t call me Satan for nothing. I’m cold and calculating, and I don’t soften for anyone.

Except him.

Since the moment I laid eyes on him in the back of that seedy club, he’s been mine.

I rescued him. Gave him warmth and safety. And in that time, I vowed to protect him from everyone who wished him harm.

Which means when a rival club threatens to expose his past and rat out his location to the one person my husband is afraid of…

I’ll stop at nothing to eliminate the problem.

No one gets to target my husband and live to tell the tale.

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Chet

If there’s one thing in this world I know my husband cares about, it’s me.

They call him Satan, but it’s because he really is the devil in disguise.

Yet despite how cruel he can be, that man is my safety. My home. He’s my rock. The grounding force that keeps me sane and whole.

But danger still lurks, and when that danger comes for me, my husband goes on a war path. There’s not a soul who will put a stop to him.

While I know he’s trying to take care of me in the only ways he knows how… his actions are driving a wedge between us.

I’m not sure I recognize the monster staring back at me.

Will I lose my husband to the blood lust, or can we manage to hold on to the fragile bond we have?

This is an MM motorcycle club romance set in the Ghost Born MC world written by T.O. Smith and Layne Daniels. These books do not have to be read in order, but there is an overarching plot, and the series is best understood if read in order

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PROLOGUE

William

There wasn’t much in the world that I gave a fuck about. But the one thing I would burn the entire world down to the ground to keep?

Chet Wang.

He was five years younger than me, and when I found him, he was nothing more than an eighteen-year-old boy who was desperate to escape an abusive, shithead father. His mother had disappeared when he was a mere kid without a word to Chet or his father. And when she left that house, she disappeared off the face of the earth, leaving Chet alone to deal with his asshole of a father.

Chet had been damn near starving when I came across him. He was dehydrated as fuck, and he’d been on his knees for some sick son of a bitch in the back of a seedy club on the east side of San Antonio, where I’d been doing a drop for Rico Martinez, one of the wealthiest and most dangerous men in the country. I’d watched Chet from the shadows, intrigued by the boy, but my intrigue turned to rage when Chet tried to come up for air and the asshole pinned him to the wall and forced him to choke on his cock.

I’d ripped the overweight bastard off Chet, pummeled his face in for not respecting Chet’s boundaries, then dragged Chet out of that club and to my bike.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chet snapped, slapping at my arm. “Let me go! He owes me money!”

I stopped and spun around to face him. Chet, whose name I’d learned while in the club, had not been expecting the abrupt stop and crashed into me. My hand latched onto his bony hip, holding him against me as I ran my eyes over his face. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek that hadn’t been visible in the dark hallway of the club. Dirt was smeared across his forehead, and his hair was too long and greasy, like he hadn’t been able to wash it in a few days.

“How much did he owe you?” I asked, my voice low. I wasn’t all that used to talking.

Chet glared at me. Most people were afraid of me. Trauma had put a dead look in my eyes. Some people thought I was a psychopath, but truth was, I was just a monster born of a shitty past. Foster home after foster home had neglected me, but long before I got put in those homes, my father had done a damn good number on me—raping me, beating me, starving me.

“A hundred dollars,” Chet muttered.

I released him, then pointed a stiff finger in his face. “Stay,” I commanded.

He bared his teeth at me, enraged. And fuck, it was a beautiful sight. “I’m not a dog.”

I shook my head and sighed before heading back for the club. The man who’d assaulted Chet was still unconscious on the floor. Reaching into his pocket, I grabbed his wallet and snatched out all his cash, which was damn near five hundred dollars, then dropped the wallet on his face.

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Advertisement Saving Tracey – Finding Hope Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/saving-tracey-finding-hope-read-online-t-o-smith Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:51:47 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/saving-tracey-finding-hope-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Authors: T.O. Smith Advertisement

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She feels like she's drowning . . . is he enough to save her?

When Tracey's world is flipped upside down and she has to learn to live in a world where abuse doesn't exist, she spirals.

But when the bad boy sees her for the first time, he makes it his own personal mission to save her.

She's lost in darkness. He knows how to thrive in it.

And when her past lashes back out to hurt her again, Trevor will do anything in the world to protect her.

But the real question stands...

Can he protect her from herself, too?

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Chapter One

Iwatched the blood slowly run down my arm and drip off of my fingertips with a blank, forlorn expression on my face as I desperately waited to finally succumb to the darkness, wanting nothing more than to leave this tragic life.

Time after time, I had tried to kill myself, to leave this shitty ass life that I was forced to live, yet my mother always found me–no matter where I went–and she always stopped the bleeding or forced me to throw up any pills that I had swallowed. I didn’t know how she always knew I was trying to kill myself, but it was like she had a sixth sense for it.

She didn't want to be left here alone with him–my father–and she was determined to keep me in this hell hole of a life with her for as long as she possibly could, even if that meant forever. She only cared about herself, and to say that I hated her guts was an understatement.

My mother wasn't the kind of mother to always put her daughter first, and my father wasn't the kind of father that wanted to beat up the guys that tried to date his little princess. My parents weren't normal parents; in fact, they were far from it.

No, instead she was the kind of mother that looked out for herself instead of her child. He was the kind of father that beat up his little princess instead of the boys she brought home.

It had been like this for as long as I could remember. I honestly couldn’t remember a time in my life when things had been simple, easy, and fun.

I jerked my head to the side to look at my bathroom doorway when I heard the handle jiggle to my bedroom door, watching with blank eyes as my mother barged into my room and rushed over to my bathroom, knowing instantly where I would be. I sighed in agitation as I leaned my head back against the wall with a slight bang, listening as she scrambled out of my bathroom to go get her first aid kit.

I could hide out a mile into the woods, and this woman would still make it to me before I could die.

She came back into my bathroom with a first aid kit clutched in her bony, slender fingers, and she instantly began wrapping up my arm to stop the bleeding. Her dull, brown eyes met my own, not a hint of sympathy in their soul-sucking depths. "You're not leaving me here alone with him, Tracey,” she muttered, glaring hard into my eyes. I just stared back at her blankly. "Stop trying,” she snarled quietly.

Those were her parting words as she left my room. I sighed and dropped my face into my hands, the tears falling down my face as soon as I heard my bedroom door shut behind her, and I knew that I was alone again.

I couldn't keep doing this. I couldn't keep living like this.

I walked down the hallway of my high school, being extra careful not to accidentally bump into or brush against anyone. I hated human contact, and I did everything in my power to avoid touching someone or allowing anyone to touch me.

The school that I went to was for the entire county, and it was huge, holding one too many loud, reckless teenagers. I honestly preferred to be anywhere else but here, but God forbid I skipped school even one day without his damn permission. And like hell was I asking him anything.

I may not survive that skipping, and I was determined to leave this world by my own choice. I wouldn’t let him take that from me, too.

I walked into the commons area of the school, where pretty much all the students were gathered, and stayed off on my own toward the back of the school, leaning against the wall near the English and history hallway.

My school was like most high schools. There were obvious cliques, and everyone had their own little group of friends.

Then, there was me.

No one really knew me, nor did anyone really know much about me. I knew quite a bit about a few people by listening to others talk, but I never tried to talk to anyone or get to know anyone myself.

I wasn't supposed to talk to people in school–a rule of my dad's–and besides, it wouldn't really do me any good to get close to someone, to gain a friend. In the end, not making friends was just better for everyone.

I didn't want anyone to be hurt or sad when I was finally gone. I didn't want anyone to suffer because they missed me.

Life was a lot simpler when I only had myself to worry about.

When the bell rang for first block, I walked off toward my class quickly, desperately trying to avoid the crowds as everyone quickly began filing off toward the hallways where their first block classes were located.

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Advertisement Saving Trinity – Finding Hope Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/saving-trinity-finding-hope-read-online-t-o-smith Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:42:12 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/saving-trinity-finding-hope-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Novella Authors: T.O. Smith Advertisement

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Running a farm and co-parenting with the woman he's been in love with for almost five years now is all Jimmie has known. His life is a cycle of getting up early, working all day, and collapsing in bed unless he has visitation with his son.

Until the day Trinity, the mother of his child, calls him in tears, begging him to come get her and their son, Wyatt.

She's been attacked by her fiance, and she needs a safe place to recover and get back on her feet.

What she isn't expecting is for the father of her child to be ready to protect her and get revenge for what happened to her.

Jimmie might be known as a light-hearted jokester, but when it comes to those he cares about, he's ready to go to war.

And for Trinity and Wyatt? He'll light the entire world on fire to keep them safe.

**Please read the "Note from the Author" at the beginning of the book before deciding to read. Thanks

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Chapter One

Jimmie

My keys clanged loudly in the otherwise silent house as I tossed them onto the kitchen counter. Bracing a hand against the wall, I toed my dirty boots off, grimacing at the smell of my feet. It’d been a long, hot day of running cattle, and I smelled just about as bad as the cows themselves did. I was in desperate need of a hot shower and clean clothes.

Snatching the shoe powder from the shelf built into the wall by the front door, I sprinkled some into my boots, then headed for the laundry room to peel my sweaty, disgusting clothes off and toss them straight into the washer. After throwing a laundry pod in, I closed the lid and hit start, making my way through the living room and to my bedroom.

I was just starting the shower when my fucking phone rang. Goddammit. A man couldn’t even get a second of peace in his own home, even when he lived alone.

Growling beneath my breath, I made my way to the laundry room, where I’d left the damned device. But all my irritation at being bothered bled away when I saw Trinity’s name on the screen.

Trinity and I had a… complicated history. We’d messed around in college a bit. I’d pursued her endlessly. She’d been one of the only women to ever turn me down, and I’d become hell bent on proving to her that she couldn’t resist me. One night, we got drunk at a frat party and ended up sleeping together. Neither of us was interested in a relationship, but we couldn’t deny the sex had been fucking phenomenal. Hell, it was still some of the best sex I’d ever had.

But then, shortly after we began our fling, she went MIA for a few weeks. Disappeared from college. Completely ignored all my calls and texts. And when she’d shown back up, she’d informed me that not only was she pregnant, but she was moving away to live with her sister because her parents had kicked her out. We’d kept contact, and when her due date drew closer, I drove across numerous states so I could be at the hospital with her and see our little boy be born.

Since then, we’d been managing this coparenting thing the best we could while being states away from each other. I’d finished college, and I’d bought a large piece of farmland, finally getting to do what I wanted despite my father turning his back on me for not going to law school. I got to have Wyatt, our little boy, three times a year for a month at a time, and we did video calls twice a week so I could talk to Wyatt.

Our setup wasn’t perfect, but Trinity was attending one of the best med schools available where she was at, and I didn’t want to rip that from her just so we could be closer. And while we’d toyed with the idea of me moving to be closer to them, she’d insisted that living there wasn’t where she planned to settle down and had instead urged me to follow my dreams here.

Even though Trinity and I had ended things several years ago—almost five years ago, to be exact—I still had a soft spot for her. She was the only woman outside of my found family that I had a soft spot for. Seeing her name on my screen always bled out any aggravation I felt.

But she was calling outside of our normal time, which meant something was wrong. And that settled with me about as well as swallowing battery acid would.

“Hey,” I said when I answered. Turning, I leaned my bare back against the washer and crossed my arm over my chest, resting my hand in the elbow of my other arm. “What’s up?”

She sniffled. I straightened. When she sobbed, my heart stopped in my chest. “Trinity?” I asked, my voice rough. “What’s going on?” Trinity wasn’t a crier. I’d never known her to cry. The only other time she’d cried was when our little boy had been placed on her chest and she got to look at him for the first time.

“I—” She hiccupped. “I need help, Jimmie.” She was crying harder now, making whatever she tried to say next unintelligible.

“Baby, stop,” I urged, the term slipping before I could stop it. This wasn’t Trinity. Trinity was headstrong and fierce. Even when the world was beating her down, she kept her chin held high and fire burned in her eyes as red as her copper hair.

“I need you to breathe, Trinity. Can you do that for me? Can you breathe, baby? Deep inhale. Come on.” Her shaky inhale reached my ears. “That’s it. Good girl. Slowly release it.” Once she released it, I said, “Again. Deep inhale.”

We followed that pattern three more times, and finally, she managed to croak, “Can you come get us? Please, Jimmie. And you’ll need your truck. We can’t stay here any longer.”

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Advertisement Kneel For Me – Jackson Family Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/kneel-for-me-jackson-family-read-online-t-o-smith Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:19:32 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/kneel-for-me-jackson-family-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: T.O. Smith Advertisement

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He’s been obsessing over him for years… and now, he’s finally getting a chance to claim him.

I keep myself in a tiny little box surrounded by paperwork, constant emails, and strategizing because being in the fields is too dangerous for someone like me.
A sociopath.
I’m terrified of losing myself, and I never want to put my family in the position of choosing between me and keeping the family name protected.
But then I’m given orders to spend the foreseeable future with him.
Ivan Volkov.
He’s the bane of my existence. He has a way of looking through me. Like he can see the monster that lurks beneath my skin.
He looks at me like he wants it to come out and play with him.
I’m not being given a choice in the matter. I’m the only trusted family member to take care of this problem.
I’m not sure I’ll survive the next however long this takes with my sanity intact.
Especially not when Ivan drops to his knees in front of me and tempts me the sweetest deal I’ve ever been offered.

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1

Adrian

I sighed and paused typing, looking up at James, the Don of the family, as he stepped into my office. I arched a brow at him. “Ever heard of knocking?” I asked.

He grunted and dropped into the chair across from my desk. At nearly forty, James was still fit, and it was clear he took damn good care of himself. But even I knew his back and knees weren’t what they were ten years ago. Definitely weren’t what they were when he became head of the Jackson family.

Hell, none of us were. In fact, just the other day, I’d ordered a standing desk I was still waiting to be delivered because sitting at my desk for hours on end was killing my back.

“Don’t need to knock,” James said.

I scoffed. “It’d be nice if you did,” I retorted. “You know, this is my personal space. What if I’d been jerking off?”

He arched a brow at me. “You going to do that with the door open, Adrian?”

I scowled at him. “Fuck you, James.”

He snorted. I went back to typing out the email I’d been working on. James had tasked me with arranging a meeting with the new chief of police, and I was just finding time to get around to it. Darren, James’s brother, might have been home for a few years now, and Jaxon, James’s head-of-security-turned-consigliere, might have gotten a promotion not long after, but that didn’t mean my workload was any lighter, especially since James mainly kept them out in the field and not doing up-close-and-personal work with people like politicians and law enforcement officers.

Neither of them were… fit for that kind of work, honestly. They were savages in their own right. Jaxon was a monster beneath his calm and cool exterior, and he wasn’t all that great at keeping his cool when something irritated him. And after spending nine years in prison, Darren wasn’t all that civilized either. The only person either of them were always civil around were their wives and the kids.

“What do you want, James?” I asked. I tapped the pile of paperwork on my desk, drawing his eyes to it. “I have shit to do.”

James shook his head. “Jaxon will be coming to get all of that.” At his words, I paused again, turning my head to frown at him. Why the fuck was Jaxon coming to get my damn work? The man hated sitting at a desk, and he would fight tooth and nail on it. Which meant if he was taking a desk job, something was wrong.

“What the fuck is going on, James?” I demanded.

James scrubbed a hand down his face. “We have a rat amongst us, it seems. Ivan brought it to my attention when a contact of his let it slip that he had some… valuable information about the Jacksons in exchange for his life.”

Ivan Volkov was the goddamn bane of my existence. I respected him because I had to, but fuck, I hated him, too. He was a cocky piece of shit who’d risen to power extremely fast, and he basically ruled all of Russia. Granted, I understood to some extent why he was like that considering he was the youngest man to ever become Pakhan at just the age of twenty-two. But I’d have thought that damn near being thirty now would have chilled him out a bit.

It hadn’t.

I could barely stand to be around him. There was a way he looked at me that put me on edge. Like he could see right into my fucking soul and to all the dark bits of me I hid from the world. The unhinged pieces. The parts of me that reveled in a kill.

The monster that craved the blood of others on my skin. A monster, that if unleashed, would destroy everything James had worked hard to build.

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Advertisement Biker’s Goal – Rustin University Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.books2020.com/bikers-goal-rustin-university-read-online-t-o-smith Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:18:03 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/bikers-goal-rustin-university-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: T.O. Smith Advertisement

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She’s his best friend.

I’ve always hidden my feelings for her. I’m all she has.
We sometimes share a bed, and she’s always been my baby.
But I can’t be the one to upend her life for my own selfishness.
She’s always dating guys that don’t deserve her.
When she calls me because she caught her latest boyfriend cheating on her, I drop everything to come to her rescue.
I’m so tired of seeing her settle for less than what she deserves.
But if I voice how I feel, it could drive her away from me.
But he’ll finally have enough.
She’s wearing my shirt and sobbing in my bed over a guy who doesn’t deserve her tears.
I can’t keep my feelings hidden any longer.
Even if this might destroy everything between us, I have to let her know that there’s a guy out there who will give her the entire world.
And that guy is me.

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1

Tye

I rolled my shoulders as I stepped out the front door of the frat house, where a huge party was being held. I was exhausted and wanted to do nothing more than crawl into bed and pass the fuck out, but after the team’s win earlier that evening, sleep wasn’t happening for a while. Thankfully, Coach didn’t require us to be at practice on Sundays following game days, so I could sleep the day away tomorrow. Or was it already tomorrow?

I glanced at my watch, sighing when I saw it was only nine in the evening. Fuck, it felt a lot damn later. The guys had been partying since seven that evening, and more and more people kept showing up the later it got. It felt like it was never going to end.

I nodded at a guy that shouted my last name as he headed for the front door, a bottle of cheap vodka clasped in his hand. I didn’t know him, but that wasn’t uncommon. I usually stuck to myself. But being the star quarterback and in my third year of college at the University of Florida had made me a household name.

Which meant almost everyone I came into contact with acted like we were long lost friends or something when we’d actually never even met in person.

It was fucking weird and had taken some getting used to.

Pulling my cigarette pack from the pocket of my leather jacket, I slipped one out and placed it between my lips before digging in the pockets of my jeans for my lighter. After finding it—I swear to fuck, I never remembered which pocket I put the damn thing in—I lit my cigarette and headed off to find a quiet spot to smoke so I wouldn’t end up smoking around anyone else.

I knew most people here didn’t care about second hand smoke, but I did. My nasty habit didn’t have to affect someone else.

After finding a spot beneath the oak tree off to the side of the frat house, I settled on the ground and leaned my back against the tree. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, my lips twitched as I looked at my lock screen. It was a picture of me and Aura, my best friend.

Also known as the girl I was madly in love with. But she had friend-zoned me so fucking hard, I didn’t even try to entertain the thought of her being mine. She hadn’t even done it on purpose either. She just never looked at me in that way. From the moment she decided she was ready to date and have boyfriends, she never gave me a second glance.

And with how crappy her home life was and knowing I was her only solace, I never tried to force anything. Never even gave hints as to how I felt about her.

I was the only rock she had. The only bit of stability. And my parents loved her as if she were their own daughter, providing her with a college education and a place to live when we were on school breaks since she refused to live with her parents any longer.

I couldn’t rip that from her. And if I gave her even a glimpse of my feelings for her, I was terrified she’d lose the only family she had in an attempt to distance herself from me.

I ran my thumb over her pretty face, wishing she wasn’t out with her douchebag boyfriend and was here with me instead.

In the picture, her black hair was pulled up into a messy bun on her head, and strands had fallen out to frame her face. She was laughing at something stupid I’d said, and her pretty grayish-blue eyes were peering up at me like I held the secrets for her happiness.

My mom had captured the picture while we’d been packing for college. My arm had been thrown around Aura’s shoulders, and I was smiling down at her. Everyone could see I adored the ground she walked on. Everyone except Aura, that was.

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