Misled by Kathryn Kelly, Crystal Cuffley Read Free Book Online Page A

Bitches at least had to be legal drinking age to get in his bed. He just couldn’t get her cock study out of his head, though. Her fascination with such a cherished part of his anatomy tempted the shit out of him.
    Fuck it. He’d take her to the clubhouse. It was going to be a fucking tedious ride with her unconscious. The clubhouse was closer than town, any-fucking-way.
    Twenty minutes later, Outlaw was striding into the clubhouse carrying Boss’s daughter. Early in the day, not many people were around. Most of them were preparing for tonight when brothers from a smaller club rolled in to pick up the shit that needed distributing. The Dwellers didn’t need to dirty their hands with drug distribution and gun running no more. They’d paid their dues. He’d paid his dues. So had Mortician, Digger, and Val. Even Johnnie, his cousin, who wasn’t a full patch member anymore.
    After Boss tried to fuck them up the ass with an other club and after Outlaw put him to ground, Outlaw had had to decide if the club would wage war with the smaller club or if they could somehow work together in a way to benefit both organizations. He’d moved his mother out of her house and relocated her to the place he owned two hours away. He’d moved to the club, for all intents and purposes. Motherfuckers knew where his mother lived, so he’d had to wrap away any thoughts of retaliation against him through her. Fortunately, though, they’d come to a peaceful resolution.
    For now. Shit could change any time, so whenev er the other MC members set foot on Death Dwellers’ property, his boys were out in force.
    He headed for his room, glad Kiera and Ellen weren’t in his bed, a nd laid the girl down. He frowned, swore, suddenly recognizing the oversized jacket on her. Rack. He’d deal with that fucker in a moment.
    Outlaw went to his private bathroom and grabbed a pan, filling it with warm water and his bar of soap. He got some towels and returned to her. It didn’t take him long to strip her and he stared at the thin silvery lines crisscrossing her arms, thighs, legs and belly. Healed cuts.
    What the fuck?
    His mind searched for answers about why Megan Foy looked like she’d been used as turkey carving practice and breathed to talk about it. What stupid motherfucker had sliced Boss Foy’s daughter? The Death Dwellers weren’t no bitch-ass, fly-by-night club. The good deeds they bestowed upon the community allowed for some very positive press. Whatever crimes were committed were either overlooked or so well covered no one could ever accuse them. Fuck, yeah, rumors persisted but no motherfuckers were insane enough to openly accuse them.
    Which meant all Megan had to do was identify her father and that should’ve been enough to deter such sadistic marring of her beautiful skin.
    Outlaw grunted. Those slashes and her ass beating wasn’t all ailing her right now. The outline of her ribs pressed against her skin. Either she was anorexic or she’d lost a shitload of weight due to starvation. Her shoulder blades and breastbone stuck out, making her breasts rounded and fuller, topped by tight, little red nipples. Golden pussy hairs matched the golden hair on her head. He wanted to spread her legs and lick that blonde-covered perfection for hours, lose himself in her sweetness.
    Despite her scars and bruises, t his was one gorgeous fucking bitch. His dick swelled and lengthened. Sometimes, a conscience fucked you worse than taking the low road. Like now, for instance. He represented everything bad, beginning with how he’d been made. She was good, an angel in the midst of hell. If he hadn’t brought her here, he wouldn’t have an epic boner. He could’ve called Kiera and Ellen and fucked the afternoon away until time for the meeting came. But, no, he’d brought this girl here, to his room. He must be going fucking soft.
    Shaking his head and sighing, he decided to get to his task. Wasn’t no use delaying what he had to do.
    As careful as