Johnston (Satan Worshippers MC #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Satan Worshippers MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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“Just want her behind bars, Red.”

Aaliyah slid her hands under my cut and along my sides, looking up at me through those stunning blue eyes I loved so goddamn much. I’d never get tired of staring into them. “And she will be. I almost bled out on that lot out there. There’s no way she’s getting out of this, and that judge will laugh in her face if she tries to plead insanity.”

I grinned down at my spitfire of an old lady. “Baby, I paid that judge to make sure she doesn’t get off easy. Pleading insanity is the last thing you have to worry about her being able to do.”

Having people in positions of high power in your pocket paid off.

She hummed low in her throat and leaned up on her tiptoes. I quickly grasped her hips since her balance could still sometimes be shaky, and I didn’t want her falling. “I’ll properly thank you for that later.” She teased her lips along mine.

I growled, sliding one hand around to palm her thick ass. She softly giggled, pushing herself closer to me. “We don’t have to go to the hearing, Red.” Fuck, when she made promises like that, I didn’t give a damn about anything else.

She giggled again and slipped out of my reach. I narrowed my eyes at her. She was such a fucking tease.

But I loved her. I loved her with every fiber of my being. Every bit of my soul belonged to her.

“Yes, we do. Now let’s get going before we’re late.”

With that, she strode up the hall, and I sighed, scrubbing my hand down my face.

Aaliyah had me wrapped around her finger, and she didn’t even fucking realize it. The depth of my love and feelings for her was unmatched by anything else in this world.

Aaliyah held my hand in hers. We were sitting in the very back, the club standing along the wall. Aaliyah was the only one that had dressed up for the occasion. The rest of us were wearing our normal attire of dusty, scuffed-up boots, worn jeans, t-shirts, and our leather cuts. We didn’t have a goddamn thing to hide, and we wanted everyone to know it.

And I wanted everyone to know and understand who the fuck was standing behind Aaliyah if they ever decided they wanted to fuck with her.

I didn’t want to give Wendy the satisfaction of us dressing up. I believed the only reason Aaliyah did was because she wanted Wendy to see she was alive and well despite taking a bullet to the gut and almost losing her life not once, but twice.

Red’s ex was already dead—died in a random food fight gone horribly wrong. And I could make anyone else disappear just as easily as I had him.

You didn’t touch what was mine and live to tell the tale.

And the only reason Wendy was surviving was because I wanted her to suffer. Death was too easy for her. She’d die on the inside being trapped in that prison, and I’d make sure her life was a living hell. I had people in my pockets.

Wendy had no idea how much power I held.

And when Wendy would eventually get out a few years down the road, we’d be waiting on her. And I wanted her to live with that fear, that knowledge, that we were never going anywhere.

It didn’t take the jury long to come to a decision, and that was because they were in my pocket, too. Wendy wasn’t getting out of this. She had no attorney, no money, and she had nothing to offer anyone to help get anyone on her side.

So, when she got fifteen years in prison with a chance of parole after ten, I just smiled. Aaliyah relaxed into my side and turned her head to brush her lips with mine. Wendy screeched and began yelling, but I ignored her.

“Do I get my reward now?” I asked in a low voice, sinking my teeth into her lower lip until I tasted her blood on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth.

“Take me home, prez,” she begged.

I sure as fuck didn’t have to be told twice. I stood from the seat and pulled her up too before grabbing her hand in mine and leading her out of the courthouse.

As soon as I kicked our door shut behind me, I deposited Red on the bed before following her down, my mouth taking hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned, her fingers sliding into my hair, tugging on the curls as she opened her lips beneath mine.

I groaned when she parted her thick thighs, allowing me to settle between them. Thrusting once against her, she rewarded me with a long moan, her legs wrapping around my waist to keep the friction up.

Fucking hell, she knew how to drive me nuts. I literally could not get enough of her.


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