The Biker’s Plaything (Straight to Hell MC #1) Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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Ally couldn’t help but laugh, putting down a shot glass before turning away to deal with another customer. She loved her job and Riches Bar, and the tips paid well. The hours were crazy, but she was able to afford rent and even consider going to law school. Of course, if she did actually decide to go through with her plan, she was going to be so fucking broke. The thought of the debt alone was enough to make her cry.

She never did.

At nineteen years old, she’d been working for a long time. Ever since she was fifteen, she’d held a job. During high school, part-time at a diner. Through the summer, she worked two jobs, and since she turned eighteen, she’d been working at Riches Bar in the evening and overnight, and she still worked at the diner for lunch. She loved to work. It meant earning legal money, being able to pay her bills, and not having to depend on her father.

Not that she ever could.

Her father was a bad seed and got mixed into way too much sketchy business. Getting away from him was the best thing she’d ever done. He sent her birthday and Christmas cards on occasion, and he tried to talk to her during New Year’s, but she wasn’t interested in building up a relationship with him at this point. All the motions were only skin deep—he didn’t really care about her.

No, the time he’d considered selling her to pay for a debt, that had been the final straw. He’d never actually done it, but it had gotten so close that she’d feared for her life. Unlike Becky, she didn’t come from a great family or have a wonderful childhood.

When her mother left her trapped in a closet, it had taken her father three days to come home. She’d been eight, screaming to be let out.

She pushed those memories aside, and instead, turned back to her friend.

“You don’t think I’ve got it in me?” Ally asked, looking at her friend.

“I believe you have it in you. I’ve never met anyone as smart or as determined as you, but when it comes to the law, who exactly would you be protecting?”

“The innocent.”

“Honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not the best judge of character.”

“Says who?”

“Me. For one thing, you’ve got the whole issue with your dad. Do you really think you can make unbiased opinions?”

“It was an idea.”

“Last week you wanted to be a surgeon. Do you remember?” Becky asked.

“Why are we having this discussion?”

“You were the one who came to me. Let’s see, in the last three months, you’ve wanted to become a nanny, a forensic scientist, an analyst, a physiotherapist, an owner of some app or another.”

“Okay, I get it.”

“I’m not done. In the past week, we’ve gone from surgeon, beautician, lawyer, hairdresser, designer, and I think one of my favorites was quilting as well.”

Okay, she was fickle. Or maybe she was just lost with nothing and no one to ground her. Ally didn’t know what she wanted or needed out of life.

She rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like I have no direction.”

“Honey, you don’t.”

“So, I’m undecided about how I want to take my future.” She shrugged.

“Have you ever thought about maybe applying for another job and seeing where that takes you?”

“Of course, I have, but I don’t want to let Ben down.” Ben was the owner of Riches place, and he’d given her a chance even though she’d never been a barmaid. Even though she got the job with a fake ID and he knew it. “It feels a little like I’m not being loyal.”

“Please, you are loyal, but he’ll understand that even you want to have a life and do something else. Not everyone stays in the same job forever. I don’t know why we’re having this discussion. You’re nineteen. We should be fucking our problems away until Monday morning.”

“Yeah, you can do that and not worry about the giant headache you’re going to get, and with work.”

Becky didn’t work. She didn’t need to work. She was rich and her parents supported her. Her best friend was also five years older than her, and she’d already done a couple of years in college and hated it.

“Sweetheart, you know I’d hire you in an instant.”

“I know, but that doesn’t feel right. You’re my friend.” She put her hand over Becky’s. “I’ll figure out something else. I don’t know what came over me. I woke up really restless. Like I need to do something or something bad is going to happen. I don’t know.”

“I think you need to find a good man, one with a nice big dick, and have a little fun. That’s what I believe.”

“I’ve got to serve. Are you sticking around for a little bit?”

Becky’s cell phone went off. “Ugh, I was going to stay, but it would appear my presence has been demanded by those of importance.”


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