Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) by Ella Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

as though this is their fire pit.
    I sit down, squinting against the sun as I light up and inhale. Today I’m wearing a pair of jeans, Carla's old boots and a loose green singlet top. Even though these clothes are old, it’s nice having more than two things to choose from.
    I’ve decided that I like it here. Well, I like it be tter than what I had with Toby and Liam anyway. There’s probably a better life than this out there somewhere. But right now. I’m ok.
    “ I hope you’re not looking for Cole,” a female voice says from behind me.
    Monique teeters over the uneven ground on her ridiculous heels and stands in front of me. Her leather pants are practically painted on her body, and her breasts are barely staying inside the leather vest she’s wearing. She’s really trying to look the part today. If a designer ever wanted to highlight ‘biker whore’ as the latest fashion trend, then Monique here would be your go to girl.
    “Excuse me ?” I frown, flicking ash on the ground.
    “Cole. I see how you look at him . But, he doesn’t want you. Not really. Not like he wants me.”
    “Looked to me like he just likes fucking your face and cumming on your tits,” I retort, my voice calm and calculating. All my life I’ve dealt with bitches. This one is no different from the rest.
    “Don’t act so high and mighty. You used to be just like me. I heard you talking in there. Don’t think you’re any better just because your Prez’s long-lost daughter. You don’t know this life. I’ve been here way longer than you. I’ve earned my place.”
    “You’re a fuck doll.”
    “Fuck you, bitch!” she shrieks, lunging for me, her red nails bared like talons.
    From where I’m sitting, I lift my foot and kick out, catching her square in the chest with my boot. She topples backward, landing with a great thud on the dust and dirt. I get up, take one last drag of my cigarette as I pull my foot back and kick her in the side. She groans, her hands flying up to clutch at her side.
    I stand over her, looking down at her laying there, pitifully winded on the ground.
    “Fuck you,” I say, dropping the butt of my smoke next to her head and stepping it out as she freaks out that I might be burning her hair.
    “What the fuck is goin' on?” Prez asks from behind me. I spin around in surprise, and I’m faced with more than just him. Not only is Carla also with him, but there’s a whole bloody group of them, one of them being Cole, and he’s grinning. I’ll bet he fucking well knows we were just fighting over him.
    “Nothing is going on. I finished it.” I step over Monique as she continues to lie, gasping on the ground and I walk toward the front gate. I don’t particularly want to be here right now. Just when I was starting to feel good about being here, that bitch comes and ruins it for me. There should be some sort of rule about the fuck dolls (or whatever bloody biker word they have for them) talking to the old ladies and – what the fuck are they called? Shit, I’m so pissed off right now, I can’t even fucking remember. And who names their women ‘old lady’ anyway? Why can’t they just speak English?
    I hear Carla tell Prez to let me go and cool off a bit, but I don’t hear much more than that as I increase the distance between us as I stomp toward the gate. It doesn’t take long before I realise I’m being followed. I can hear footfalls landing in the dust behind me.
    “Fuck off, Cole,” I growl, not even bothering to turn around.
    “How’d you know I wasn’t your mum or your dad?”
    “I just fucking did. Now leave me alone.” I reach the gate and pull on the chain. “Great. It’s a fucking prison from the inside too. How the hell do I get out?”
    “You get let out.”
    “Open the gate,” I yell out. Assuming that Banger dude, or someone just like him, must be hanging around somewhere with the keys.
    He leans against the fence, locking those fucking orgasm inducing eyes with mine. All I can