Raven Hell’s Bastards MC Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)

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Raven Hell's Bastards MC

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The club is her life.

For Raven, the Hell’s Bastards MC is her world. From the moment she meets Smokey, she’s able to build a life for herself. Being the only female member in an all-male club, she’s earned her patch and proved she has their backs.
Now her place is in danger. Smokey is cleaning shop because of Ava. Raven watched each of the club whores leave—she’s next.
Carlos Santiago wants Raven and will do anything to get her. When his life is put in danger, he sees an opportunity. It’s Raven’s job to protect him, so for the interest of the club, she’ll have to do whatever it takes to protect him.
Carlos will make Raven fall for him. He’ll make her forget the club, forget it all. The only problem is Raven isn’t all she seems. She has a past, one none of them ever anticipated.
When the truth comes out, it will be up to Carlos and Smokey to bring her back, to stop her from falling. Will they be able to save her, or will the demons of her past finally destroy her?
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Pain was easy.

It came and went, or stayed, sucking you down into its vortex.

“It’s good to see you awake,” Ava said.


“Can you ask Smokey when I get out of here? I can’t stand hospitals.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For protecting me and Umberto.”

“Umberto? Why the fuck would you call your kid that?”

“Smokey told me it was important. Ugly Beast helped to bring him into the world. I don’t think he’d like the name Raven, but if I have a little girl, I’m going to call her that. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did.”

“No, you really didn’t. I forgive you, Raven. Don’t ever put yourself in danger for me again.”

“I care about you, Ava. It wasn’t out of guilt that I did what I did. You’re Smokey’s woman, and you’re one of my friends. I fucked up. I wasn’t a good friend.”

“Then let’s agree from this day forward, what happened in that basement stays in it. You and I, we’re good. We’re friends again.”

“I’d like that.”

Raven pulled herself out of the memory from several months ago and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She’d been in the hospital after taking one of the worst beatings of her life. Pain was easy for Raven to handle. Fists striking her flesh. The heel of a boot. None of it mattered to her.

She could eventually get over it.

Like now, there was no evidence of what went down that night. No more bruises. A couple of scars that would tell the tale, but in time, they would also fade.

Raven would take the pain over the guilt any day. Ava forgave her. Raven still couldn’t believe it was possible.

She had hurt that kind, sweet woman because of a stupid, fucking, piece-of-shit picture. Everything that had been manufactured by fucking Creed.

Raven’s hands clenched into fists as she stared at her reflection.

Abriana had gotten hurt and lost a child because of her. She had assumed the Prospect didn’t lie, and she’d been wrong.

Then … Ava.

What next?

What would she fuck up next? Who would get hurt because of her?

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at her reflection. “You don’t deserve to live!” She was sickened by the sight of herself. “You are a worthless piece of crap and should have died … long ago. Your disgusting taint should never have met Smokey, should never have been in this club. You disgust me.” With each word she spoke, the tears fell down her cheeks. “You have no right to be here!”

Gritting her teeth, Raven looked down at the bathroom counter and saw the revolver she always kept on her. It was the same one she had bought on the streets years ago. The one that had served her well, and now, her life was in its hands.

She picked it up, her stomach twisting, and she looked in the mirror, hating everything she saw. Staring at herself had always been difficult because of what stared back at her. A distant memory she tried so hard to forget but often found its way back when she least expected it. If that woman could see her now, she would be so fucking disappointed.

The best thing for her to do was to end her miserable existence and to make sure those who had suffered because of her didn’t suffer another moment. It would be so easy. All it would take was a single bullet.