Title: Bad Apple
Series: The Uncertain Saints MC
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
The road to hell is paved with good intentionsâŚ
Apple âCoreâ Drew needs The Uncertain Saints MC like he needs air. He is barely making it through the day, and each one that goes by takes him closer and closer to hell. Literally, not figuratively.
Heâs a half breath away from killing himselfâmaybe not by taking his own life, but heâs not against making someone else do it for him.
Then he meets her. One of his club memberâs sister, and his whole outlook on life changes.
And not for the better.
Just as surely as he ruined his life, he ruins her life, too. One lapse in judgement on his part, and his one night of happiness turns into the worst nine months of his life.
Which he wouldâve thought was damn near impossible with the things heâs done and seen.
She never saw it comingâŚ
It was the beard. The beard made her do it.
That is a good excuse for having sex with a man she barely knows, isnât it?
Yeah, who was she kidding? It wasnât the beard. It was the way he looked so dejected and solemn. The sad look in his eyes pulls her in, and the way his rough hands touch her makes her stay.
All she wants to do is take that look out of his eyes, but the consequences to her actions only make things worse, not better.
One day is all she gets, and heâs not willing to give her more.
Until she dies, that is. Then itâs too late.
âYour brotherâs gonna kick my ass you know,â I said.
âWhy?â she asked.
I snorted.
âA, because he doesnât like me. Two because he doesnât like me,â I explained seriously.
âMy brotherâs suspicious,â she amended. âAnd he doesnât hate you. If he hated you, youâd be treated like my brother.â
âAnd howâs that?â I asked in confusion, crossing my arms over my chest.
âLike a common criminal,â she expounded. âRidley keeps him under surveillance, and he doesnât get to come around me, him, or any of the club members.â
âHmm,â I started walking faster. âInteresting.â
She nodded.
âHeâs not here,â she informed me.
âOkay,â I said, my eyes following the movement of her finger as she brought one manicured finger up to her mouth and bit lightly on the nail.
âDo I have to spell it out for you?â She lifted her brows, her finger still rubbing lightly across her bottom lip.
I rebalanced my weight on both feet as I readied myself for whatever was going to come out of her mouth next.
I wasnât disappointed. It was quite shocking, to say the least.
âI want you to fuck me,â she said.
She didnât lead up to it or anything, just blurted that shit out there.
Which mightâve been why I couldnât think of anything to say to that.
âIâmâŚâ I hesitated.
âYouâre a pussy,â she said, brows raised.
My eyebrows lowered.
âThatâs certainly not what I was going to say,â I informed her. âWhich you wouldâve known had you not interrupted me.â
âMost people finish their sentences in a timely manner,â she said stiffly.
She was getting pissed.
Interesting.
âDesperate much?â I asked her. âYou have to proposition guys that donât want you in an attempt to get what you want?â
Her mouth dropped open in affront.
âYouâre shitting me right now, arenât you?â she asked, hurt evident in her voice.
âYes,â I said, contrite. âBut you surprised me is all. And Iâm not a pussy.â
âWell, what are you?â she asked primly.
âHonestly?â I asked.
She nodded.
âYes.â
âIâm trying to get into a club that my father thinksâll be good for my PTSD and anger management,â I answered. âAnd to do that, I need to not piss off the members; for example, your brother.â
Her mouth thinned.
âMy brotherâs already let you know that he doesnât like you. Whatâs sleeping with his sister going to change?â she challenged.
I paused, unsure how to answer that.
âWellâŚâ on one hand she was correct. He wasnât going to hate me any less if I slept with his sister.
And I did find her attractive.
Extremely attractive.
She was gorgeous.
And Iâm not talking in a girl next door kind of way. Iâm talking about a âkeep her locked down in baggy pants and a sweat shirtâ kind of way and still beat the men off with a stick.
Sheâd be hell on the heart, that was for sure.
Her long, black curly hair came to about mid back, and her porcelain white skin seemed almost luminescent under the light of the moon.
She had long legs that looked fucking superb in those tight jeans she had on, not to mention the black Jack Danielâs t-shirt she was wearing, cut up in that fashion that women seemed to like now-a-days, was only accentuating her curves.
And what little denial I tried to hang on to by the tips of my fingers slipped away, leaving only one thing in my mind.
I couldnât pass this opportunity up.
Not after Iâd been lusting after the woman for so long, even though she didnât know that.
âYou really want this?â I asked her, crowding her so close that she started backing up out of reaction.
She licked her lips, and then nodded.
âYes,â she said surely. âOr I wouldnât have brought it up.â
âYou know who I am?â he asked. âYouâre not intoxicated and asking for things that you shouldnât be asking for in this condition.â
She laughed in my face.
âOh, honey. Now youâre just trying to think up an excuse to back out, arenât you?â she glared.
Iâm a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. Iâve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and weâve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
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