Broken (Devil’s Blaze MC – Second Generation #1) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Devil's Blaze MC - Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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That includes mending fences with my daughter and bringing her home. I won’t let her be chewed up and spit out again by one of the West boys. I know the shit my daughter pulled. I was disappointed in her, but Carlos pulled me aside after Diego’s funeral and spoke with me about the fucking crap Dom shoveled at my daughter. Diego had a buddy who was a member of Dragon’s crew. So, he was in the know enough to enlighten Diego. Told him to help Gabby pull herself together, because he liked her. None of what Dom did justified the fucked-up mess Gabby instigated. Still, I can see how my daughter was broken enough to try to hold on to the only boy she’d ever loved. The fault rests on my shoulders yet again. If I’d been a better father—knew what was happening—I could have stepped in. I didn’t, and that’s on me. I can this time, though, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

“It’s going to be okay, Beth,” I assure her—while hoping like hell I’m right.

“Okay,” she whispers. I can tell she doesn’t believe me. I didn’t expect her to. Beth used to have all the faith in the world in me. She’s lost that, and it is more than understandable. I’m going to earn it back, though. Somehow, I will.

“It will. We’ll get our daughter back and we’ll bring her and our grandchild home. I’ll get back to making sure I’m here for you and for our kids. It’s what our Diego would expect from me, and that’s the man I’m going to be.”

“He would,” she agrees with a soft breath, the words full of unshed tears. “Diego was his father’s son. He’d expect you to shield Gabby and Carlos.”

And his mother. I don’t tell her that, but it’s true just the same. As I turn onto the road that the GPS says I need to take to get to Gabby’s rental, I squeeze Beth’s hand. I’ll find a way to make this right with Gabby. I can’t lose her, too.

I can’t.

Chapter 36

Gabby

“King,” I whimpered.

We’re on the bed. King had moved a huge ass mirror in there and leaned it up against the wall. He did all of this while I was in the shower. I have no idea where he got the floor-length mirror. I have a feeling he went back to the home goods store without me—which is seriously uncool. I love that store. I understand it, though. I’ve been having some aches and pains. It’s not contractions, but it is seriously uncomfortable. There are days I feel like I can’t breathe. My delivery date is a few weeks out and my doctor tells me that first pregnancies tend to go past the due date. With every day that passes, I get anxious—not to mention seriously tired of being so freaking huge. I’m starting to feel like my stomach is going to explode at any moment. I made the mistake—or maybe ingenious idea—of telling King how fat and disgusting I felt. His solution was to make love to me in front of a mirror. At first, it freaked me out. I can’t lie. Still, King is King. He took me out of my mind to the point all I could do was enjoy the pleasure that he gave me. And that man knows how to work my body.

Now, King’s sitting on the bed facing the mirror. I’m sitting on him, my back to his front, his cock buried deep inside of me, my hips rocking just enough to feel his cock flex inside of me. King has one hand on my hip, his fingers biting into my skin in a way that I love. His other hand is currently over mine and buried between my legs as our fingers slide against my clit, working me.

“My woman is so fucking spectacular,” he groans against my ear, his teeth biting into the lobe. Shivers of pleasure slide through my body, somehow making my skin feel even more alive.

“Baby, I’m getting close,” I gasp.

“From top,” he breathes, placing a kiss on my neck, “to toe. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“King, I’m going to blow,” I warn, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.

“No, you won’t. You’re my good girl. You’re going to hold on for me, Gabriella. Right?”

Gabriella. God, I love it when he uses my full name. He makes it sound like a vow—maybe even a prayer. I can hear his love in that one word. I haven’t told him, I don’t really know how to, but when he says my name like that, any doubt I have fades away. Never in my life have I had that. I completely trust King. That trust is absolute and after being hurt by Dom, hurting myself, being raped, and then cut to pieces by my father, it’s a feeling I never thought I’d experience.


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