Protective Biker (Whiskey Run Guardians MC #1) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Run Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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I know that he's ex-military just like the rest of the guys that are in the MC. I look at his broad chest and big tattooed arms and shake my head. "No, no one would say you're weak." I take a deep breath as my mind starts to wander, and I blurt out, "I guess I need to find another job."

He's shaking his head before I even get the words out. "Why would you say that?"

I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest. "Because I can't face Axel again."

His body tightens underneath of me. "You won't have to. He won't ever step foot in here again."

I rear back and look at him in surprise. "But he's one of you all."

Diesel flinches as if I offended him. "He wanted to be a guardian, but there's no way that's going to happen. Plus you're one of us."

I shake my head side to side. "I'm not, though."

He nods his head, leaning it toward me. "I say you are."

Instead of arguing with him, I ask him another question. "Is Pres going to be mad at me? It's obvious he doesn't like me anyway."

Diesel shrugs his shoulders. "He doesn't like any woman. Don't take any offense at that, but no, he won't be mad. I'd say he's finished off Axel anyway."

My eyes widen as I take in what he's saying. "Finished off?"

Diesel's voice drops a whole octave. "Brandy, if I hadn't come along, he wouldn't have stopped. You know what he would have done to you. Trust me. Pres won't let him leave standing."

I gasp. "Oh my God, is he going to kill him?"

With a smirk on his face, Diesel shakes his head. "No, but Axel will probably wish he was dead."

Diesel and I stare at each other. There's a chemistry between us. There's no doubt about it, but it's not anything that I can act on. I won't be just another cherry for the MC and knowing how it all worked, that's probably exactly what Diesel is looking for. I won't ever just be someone's quick lay.

"I need to get back to work," I murmur.

Diesel is still holding my hand against his chest, and he circles his palm around mine, holding on to it. "Maybe you need to take the rest of the night off."

The truth is if I could stay right here in Diesel's lap for the rest of the night, I would do just that. I haven't felt this safe or cared for in a long time. As a matter of fact, I've never felt how I feel right now, and I know it could be addicting.

"No, I need to get up and get moving. I need to get back to reality. I can't leave Scout hanging. I really should get back out there."

Chapter 5

Diesel

I shouldn't be jealous whenever she mentions Scout's name. Scout is a 60-year-old man that runs the bar at The Clubhouse. He's a good guy. And I appreciate the fact that Brandy doesn't want to leave him shorthanded.

"Fine, I understand that you want to work." I put my hand on her. I cup her cheek and use my thumb to press against the side of her mouth. "But let's get you cleaned up first."

As if just realizing, she takes her hand and wipes it across her chin and sees the blood there. It's then that she realizes that she's bleeding. I help her up and then lead her to the bed so she can sit on the edge. "Stay right here. I'll be right back."

I walk out of the room, down the hall, and grab the first aid kit before walking back to her. Everything that's happened within the last few minutes replays through my head, and I get tense all over again thinking about walking in and seeing what Axel was doing to her.

She's a strong woman. There's no doubt about it, but I know that this could have a lasting effect on her. I sit next to her on the side of the bed, open the case, and start pulling things out. The sexual attraction between the two of us is mounting, but I tamp it down. She definitely doesn't need me making passes at her right now.

I find the alcohol swabs and start wiping the dried blood off her chin. I look at her with a pained expression on my face. "I'm going to have to clean your cut lip, and it's probably going to burn." She pulls her shoulders back and nods her head. She gives me a nod and looks at me with determination. "I can handle it."

The way she's so strong, it makes me wonder about everything that she's gone through. I know about her dad, and I'm sure she's had to deal with a lot of shit about it. But I know there’s more. The way she carries herself, it’s like she has no choice but to be strong. I clean her up, and she doesn’t even flinch. I then point at her shirt. "What about your shirt? I don't think mine is going to fit you, but I'm sure I can find one for you."


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