Deeds: Broken Deeds MC by Esther E. Schmidt Read Free Book Online

my body. I’m pissed off and turned on all at the same.
    His face is filled with frustration while his voice is laced with disappointment. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that right? You’ve got to start trusting me at some point, Lynn.”
    Well, shit. The look in his eyes, combined with him not using my nickname lets me know that he's serious. It seriously creeps me the fuck out how he’s staring at me like he cares about me. Maybe even loves me? The idiot has my fucking name over his heart. What’s to trust when he’s not even giving me any options? Fuck him.
    “Trust is earned, not demanded. Besides, who knows? Maybe you’ll be the death of me with your fucking property patch. There’s a time limit, right? I need to get one within what? Two weeks? One? What if I don’t get it, huh? Will they off me then? You’re the one who’s gonna be the death of me Mr. StartTrustingMeWhileIFuckYouOver.”
    “What the hell? No one is going to off you. You’re mine. The property patch, yeah, I get it. But that’s three weeks and the reason I wanted to talk to you. Like normal people, sitting down and sharing a meal. The patch is also a trust thing. When an ol’lady doesn’t get it the same day as her ol’man, she’s gonna be tested for loyalty. That’s what it’s all about. When you’re not fully in it, you create doubt. Do you understand?”
    “What the fuck happens after those three weeks, huh? What then?”
    Deeds’ face turns grim. He takes a minute to breathe before throwing it out in one sentence.
    “They hold you down while they pick a spot and ink the property patch on.”
    What the actual fuck? If I could turn green, I’d be the Hulk in just a second. That’s how mad I am right now.
    “The fuck they will!”
    Both me and Blue scream. Thank fuck the diner is across the shop so she got here just in time. While I struggle against his hold, Blue kicks him in the stomach. Even though Blue doesn’t fight professionally anymore, she still packs a mean punch. Or in this case, a mean kick. Deeds doubles over and hits the dirt. I scramble to my feet and hide behind Blue’s back. Deeds is staggering to his feet, recovering way too fast. My brother told me Deeds used to be an MMA fighter. Honestly, I don’t fucking care. Between me and Blue, he’s going down. Or let’s just say I’m running off and Blue will slow him down.
    “Don’t do it. I’ll hunt you down within seconds and smack that tight ass of yours.”
    “Hitting women, Deeds? Classy. Nice way to build trust too.”
    “Believe me, Hotlips, it is. You’ll be begging for more the moment you feel my hands on your ass.”
    “My ass won’t ever beg for your hands, dick.”
    “Fine, I’ll give you my cock so you’ll scream for more.”
    Blue looks back, her eyes go wide while she looks at me. I can see her thinking.
    “Well, shit. Did he just say he’s gonna fuck you up the ass?”
    “Blue! Inside your head! You fucking did it again! Keep your thoughts to yourself, in your head and not out through your mouth, bitch!”
    I glare at Deeds, who’s chuckling under his breath.
    “Shut up, dick!”
    “Oh, I’ll shut up all right. But you do know she’s right about what she said. My dick is going to find its way up that tight little ass of yours.”
    He adjusts himself while his eyes stay on me.
    “Keep it in your pants! There’s no way that’s ever going to happen.”
    The fucker just smiles at me.
    I hear Blue take a deep breath. Her hand goes to the back of her neck while she shakes her head in disbelief. “God, you guys are bad. I mean, Zack and me can’t touch without having sex. Regardless of whoever the fuck is standing there, or wherever we are, for that matter. But y'all’s mouths? Yeah, you mouthfuck the shit out of each other.”
    Crossing my arms in front of my chest, all I can do is glare at the fucker. I wanna go home. My own home, not his. Three fucking weeks? If they think they’re gonna ink my skin without