Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) Nikki Bloom (read book .TXT) đ
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Iâd had to invoke the Lost Boys âmy New Orleans clubâ to get us out of there in one piece and it was seriously pissing me off. Hell, everything was making me mad tonight. I went out to say goodbye to singlehood and ended up having to rescue my alleged bride-to-be from a biker.
It was irony worthy of Alanis Morissette.
I picked up my speed, wanting to go fast enough that I could not think.
It was disconcerting to think about how scared Iâd been when I saw that man dragging her across the bar. He obviously had no regard for her feelings and her eyes were wide, terrified and searching for someone to help her. I could still see the relief in them when she caught sight of me and Morgan in the doorway. I didnât even think, just barreled in there all half-cocked.
Thankfully, Sunny McDermott âpresident of the aptly named Satanistsâ was a known entity to the Lost Boys. Heâd been running guns along the East Coast for a long time, going on twenty years. Morgan and I had actually done a run with him once when Tank had sent us to purchase some weapons from him. It had been a test, nerve-wracking as hell, and the catalyst to both of us deciding to get out of the club before it was too late for us. Morgan had wanted to be in a position to adopt his sister, and I just wanted more. But here we were, back to invoking club respect to get out of a jam. Sunny didnât recognize us at first because well, weâve grown a bit since. I knew he would call Tank to verify that we were who we said we were. Tank would back us upâŠand then call in the chip.
And thatâs what was making me so mad.
To be beholden to Tank after crawling out from under him was not something I ever anticipated happening. As it was, he kept close tabs on my mother, just waiting for any opportunity to sow seeds of trouble between us. I couldnât even really blame him for that. My mother loved to court trouble like it was her latest beau.
It was her fault I even got involved in the clubs. She had options; there was no need for her to stay with my dad. But apparently, she âlovedâ him and understood that he didnât mean all the douchebaggery. It was just because the government wouldnât let him find a job.
My motherâs excuses for him were endless.
However, since my dad couldnât work or some shit, I had to. I started out at Sunrise Auto Repair at thirteen years old. My first job was cleaner, sweeper, general messenger, pass-me-the-wrencher. The shop focused on bike repair and I learned everything I could about the ins and outs of motorbikes. By the time I was sixteen I was the most sought-after mechanic among the Lost Boys. It wasnât long before they invited me to hang out at the clubhouse.
I thought it was the height of cool.
It wasnât hard to get sucked in. I suppose the Lost Boys gave me the structure I was lacking at home. Ironically, my grades improved. The Boys saw my potential. They wanted me to learn about mechanics and business and use that knowledge on their behalf.
I was down to do it too. The Lost Boys were my family.
That was until I found a young man out in the back of the machine shop one day, next to the dumpster, curled in on himself, tears rolling down his dirty cheeks.
âHey, you, what are you doing?â I asked, like the moron I was. Immediately, he tried to run. If he wasnât half-starved and worn down, I never would have caught him. I forced the story of his life out of him and then took him to the diner down the road and fed him.
âFrom now on, youâre with me,â I declared as if I was a mafia don. The kid âMorganâ just nodded once, and that was that. Having someone to look out for made me more cognizant of the dangers of club life. I was happy to throw my life away for the Boys; I wasnât ready for Morgan to throw away his.
Thatâs when I started looking for out-of-state scholarships and really applying myself in school. I made Morgan work hard too. He lived in my parentsâ house with me for two years and they barely noticed.
It was still a shock when I got an acceptance letter from Yale in the mail. A full ride too. It was more than I was hoping for.
âYou did it!â Morgan looked up at me with shining eyes as if I was somebody of worth. It made me stand straighter even though I felt like a fraud.
âHey, once I settle in and get a place to live, Iâll send for you, alright?â
He shook his head. âNo, Dom, you done enough for me. Iâll get out too, but Iâm not as smart as youâŠso I enlisted.â
My heart dropped to my shoes. âYou did what now?â
He shrugged as if he hadnât just signed up to get killed by another type of club. âItâs my way out. And if Iâm in the army, the courts canât refuse to give me my sister.â
I snorted derisively. âYouâre still a minor.â
âFor two more years. Then Iâm eighteen.â
I sighed because I knew how determined he was. I knew I couldnât dissuade him. âHey, man justâŠdo not get killed.â
He gave that cocky grin heâd learned from me. âOkay, dad, I wonât.â
I got off the treadmill and wiped down before making my way back to my penthouse apartment. My legs ached from the brutal pace Iâd set, but I also felt calmer. A warm shower and a cup of chamomile tea later âWhat? Itâs good for relaxationâ and I was out for the count.
I was woken way too early by the insistent ringing of my phone. Muttering curses to myself, I felt blindly
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