Sassy Little Thing Read online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel

Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)

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Sassy Little Thing (Iron Fury MC #4)

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Bella Jewel

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People, in my opinion, don’t take happiness seriously enough. They go through life, constantly trying to please other people. I do, however, take my happiness seriously. Very seriously.
But, when things in my life, go suddenly south, I am left with more than one choice. Do what’s right, or do what’s wrong? That, on any normal day, would be an easy choice for me.
I’ll do whatever I need to keep my life flowing with happiness. But when it comes to love, everything changes. And him. I love him.
Which means I have to correct my wrong doings. I need him to forgive me. I need money. It’s the only way.
When a job for a live-in maid comes up, with excellent pay, I jump at the chance. When I realize it’s for the member of a Motorcycle Club, I still don’t back down.
Even if it means I have to live with and work for, one of the hottest, broodiest and most difficult men I’ve ever met. I’ll do whatever it takes.
Only, I don’t expect to actually like him. The mysterious biker. The one who I seem drawn to. And now I have a real problem.
Do what’s right, or let my heart take me where it wishes? Two men. Once choice.
Things are about to get very, very complicated.
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You do what you have to in life.

That’s how I see it, anyway.

You can either choose to do what makes other people happy, or you can flip them the bird and do what makes you happy. People, in my opinion, don’t take happiness seriously enough. They’re forever trying to please someone else, no matter who it might be. A family member, a partner, a boss, a friend, hell, even their children. Everyone puts everyone else first.

Not me.

Call me selfish—hell, I probably am.

But that’s a choice I made a long time ago.

I decided I was the most important thing in my life, and I do whatever I have to do to make sure it stays that way.

Of course, with a name like Saskia, little to no money, an ex-boyfriend in prison—who, mind you, I still love—and a shitty ass job, it isn’t always easy to find inner happiness.

But here I am, giving it a red hot go.

I’ve never felt pity for myself, and I rarely take pity on others. You choose your life, do you not? Sure, don’t get me wrong, you might have a bad start, a horrific story to tell, and shit go down that is far from pleasant, but you still choose how you walk your path. Do you drag your feet, feeling sorry for yourself and living in misery, or do you pick your damned feet up and skip down that path, refusing to let anyone knock you down?


Like I said.

A choice.

I’ve had many choices. I’ve done some things I regret. In fact, I’ve done a lot of things I regret, including putting my boyfriend behind bars, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

Even if it means you pay the price for it.

No doubt that’s coming for me.

Sometime soon.

But, for now, I’m going to keep on rocking.

Because I’ll be damned if anyone is dimming my shine.




I look up from waiting for a customer’s order and glance at my friend Chantelle. Not Chantelle with an S, but Chantelle with a C. She makes sure you know it, too. Because, somehow, she thinks it makes a difference. She’s waving, newspaper in hand, face flushed, blond hair bouncing almost as much as her fake boobs. I hold up my finger, indicating I’ll be one minute, and then glance back at my customer, wondering if he’s decided what he’s going to eat yet.

He’s asked me more than once what’s in every item on the menu.

I’ve never been known for being overly polite, I mean, I shut my mouth when I have to, I smile, I get tips, I do my job, but sometimes people really just ... piss me off. And, unfortunately, my mouth has gotten me into trouble because of it.

More than once.

“The scrambled eggs,” he goes on, giving Chantelle a foul look for interrupting him before glancing back up at me. He doesn’t hide the fact that his eyes stop on my breasts before he focuses back on my face. Jerk. And he wants me to professional? He didn’t even make it a quick glance, that was a slow, drawn-out, perve on my breasts!

Not cool.

“Do they have any form of dairy in them?”

Last time I checked, scrambled eggs were loaded with the good stuff, including dairy. Usually, at the very least, cheese. Everyone knows this.

It’s common sense.

Has he never made scrambled eggs before?

Now he’s just pushing my buttons, wasting my time, and eyeing my bosom.

“Well,” I say, rubbing my chin as if thinking about it, “I’m not entirely sure, I mean, I don’t go out the back often, because, well—” I lean down close, and his eyes once more drop to my breasts “—I once caught two waitresses, you know, getting it on out in the kitchen.”

His eyes widen.

I wave a hand and snort, standing up straight again.

“But that wasn’t your question, was it? Don’t worry, I’m like, mostly sure it’s sanitary out there. To answer your question, we use a lot of cheese in our food. The chef just cuts off the old spots, it’s perfectly fine if you do that. I could ask him, if you like, if he uses that cheese in the scrambled eggs? Or are you allergic to dairy?”

He blinks up at me and murmurs, “No, thank you. I’ll have a black coffee.”

“That’s it?” I ask, acting as if I’m shocked. “No food?”

“No,” he grumbles.

“Oh, well, that’s a shame.” I flash him a beaming smile. “The chef really does put his all into his work, you know?”

He stares at me.

I flash him another killer smile and spin on my heel, strutting toward the kitchen to grab a coffee pot. My boss, Hertez, a big scary Mexican guy, glares at me as I fill the pot with fresh coffee. He loves me, secretly. Or maybe he doesn’t and I just like to think he does. Positive and all that.