The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

arms dropped to his sides. Demon was going to kill this man, take his life, because it meant nothing to him. He had dared go after one of his own, and Demon was about to show him exactly why they were called The Soldiers of Wrath.

    Deanna stared at Demon as he held her father to the wall by his neck. Her father’s face was now this ghastly blue, and even though she called out for Demon to let him go, the biker ignored her. But Deanna didn’t even know why she was trying to stop this. Her father had ruined her life, brought her down, and this was what he deserved. But maybe she was trying to save his life because she was human.
    There were a few other MC members that had followed Demon inside, but they were forming an almost barricade between her and Demon.
    “Please, you’ll kill him. He deserves to live his life in the gutter, remembering the shitty things he has done.” But she didn’t truly believe that either.
    Demon looked over at her, and his expression had her taking a step back. “You want this motherfucker to live, Deanna?” he growled out. “You want me to show him mercy when you weren’t shown any? He fucking turned you over to my crew, sold you off so he was free and clear.” Demon pulled her father off of the wall, still holding his neck, and then threw him across the room with so much force that Deanna gasped out. There was a sickening crunch as her father slammed into the wall, and then his lifeless body slumped to the floor.
    The silence stretched out, and she looked at the bikers. Demon was by the wall, this dark, hard look on his face. The other bikers had smirks on their faces as they stared at her now dead father. Deanna looked at her dad again, but the sorrow and regret didn’t come. She took in the odd angle of his neck, at the way he stared at her with a lifeless gaze, and the only thing she felt was this hard hatred. It filled her, consumed every part of her, and then she broke down and started crying. It wasn’t from sadness, but from this relief that filled her. She should hate herself, loathe the way she was happy that she was free of the man that had dragged her down to the bowels of his hellish life.
    But she was crying and happy, and when the tears dried she started laughing uncontrollably.
    “She’s snapped, just fuckin’ snapped, prez,” one of the bikers said.
    She threw her head back and laughed hard, not able to stop herself, and then she fell to the floor, landing on her hands and knees, and cried harder than she had ever cried in her life. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t control herself, and she knew that this was truly the beginning of the end.
    “She’s in shock,” Demon said from right behind her now, and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her vision was blurry, her tears coming steadily. He got down on his haunches in front of her, lifted his hand, and she flinched away. He had just killed a man, and although she feared him because he was this hardened, dangerous biker, she also felt something else. He had protected her, went after the man—her father—that had been hurting her. She should hate him, loathe this fucking man and all he represented. But when he reached out and brushed her tears away, she found herself launching herself into his arms.
    Yeah, Deanna was lost, fucking lost and insane, because she was finding solace and comfort in the arms of a murderer.

“C lean this shit up,” Demon said. He didn’t wait to see who stayed behind and who came with him. The only focus he had was on his woman, sobbing in his arms. He carried her out of the house toward his bike. Putting her on her feet, he gripped her face, forcing her to look back at him. “Deanna, look at me.” He gave her a little shake, not enough to shock her but just enough to get her attention. Tears spilled down her cheeks and seeing them filled his heart with grief. “You do not get to cry for him. That man was a bastard. Those tears are not allowed.” He wiped the tears away, wishing