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    Owned by the Bastard: The Soldiers of Wrath MC
    Owned by the Bastard: The Soldiers of Wrath MC
    Owned by the Bastard: The Soldiers of Wrath MC
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    Owned by the Bastard: The Soldiers of Wrath MC

    By Jenika Snow and Sam Crescent

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    He wanted one thing as payment ... her.

    Demon's a vicious bastard, a heartless killer, and has no regrets about any of the violent things he does in life. It's how he survives, and how he keeps his club and his men safe.

    Deanna Monte has stayed in the life of her drug addicted, low-life father since her mother passed away. She may hate her dad, but after her mother's dying wish for Deanna to not give up on him, she knows she can't walk away.

    When Deanna is given to Demon as payment for her father's debt, she fights with everything inside of her and refuses to submit. But she's never met a man like Demon, a cruel man that is big and powerful and can take her life as easily as he breathes. She shouldn't want him the way she does, not after he takes her away from her life, refusing to let her go, and tells her that she is his now.

    But she does, and that frightens her most of all.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrescent Snow Publishing
    Release dateDec 17, 2014
    ISBN9781507051542
    Owned by the Bastard: The Soldiers of Wrath MC

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      The plot is intriguing. It keeps you on the edge.. If you have some great stories like this one, you can publish it on Novel Star, just submit your story to hardy@novelstar.top or joye@novelstar.top
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    Owned by the Bastard - Jenika Snow

    Chapter 1

    What the fuck, man? Shakes said and took a hit off the joint he was smoking. He actually wants to trade his daughter for the fucking debt he owes us? He shook his head, disgust on his face.

    He’s a desperate motherfucker, that’s for damn sure, Joker said, and grabbed the joint that Shakes handed him. He took a hit off the roach, stared at all of them, and exhaled. The backroom they were in was in the Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse, and currently filled with marijuana smoke, smelling of the green, and holding club members that were pissed that a father would trade his only daughter for a clean slate with the MC. You want a hit, prez? Joker asked.

    Demon leaned forward, the leather chair he was in creaking from his weight. He took the joint, puffed off the end, and took in as much of the sweet smoke as he could. To calm down he usually liked a little something stronger. Although cocaine was a stimulant, it seemed to have the opposite effect on Demon. He calmed the fuck down with it, let the flow of pleasure hum through his body, and it was what he was itchin’ for right now after he had gotten word about the trade. He finished off the smoke, snubbed it out in the already overflowing ashtray, and leaned back in his seat. He looked around the table at his men, the members that would lay down their lives for him and this club. He’d do the same for them in a heartbeat, because that was what a brotherhood was all about.

    What do you want me to tell him? Joker, his VP, said from beside him.

    Demon looked at his other men. Joker sat to his left and his Sergeant-at-Arms, Dark, sat to his right. There were Striker, Weasel, and Nerd that stared at him, waiting for the answer on how to proceed. Shakes and Steel wore hard looks of concentration on their faces. These men had been with him from the very beginning, had death in their eyes, hatred and loyalty in their blood, and right now they were wanting to go and kick that father’s ass for even wanting to sell his daughter to them. Although Demon wasn’t a good man, not by any stretch of the imagination, he also didn’t give a fuck on how someone paid off their debt.

    Maybe he should have given two fucks that the lowlife piece of shit junkie wanted to give an outlaw biker gang his twenty-something-year-old little girl. But he didn’t. In fact, he was a sick bastard because he wanted her. He had seen the pictures of the busty little redhead. She had a pair of big fucking tits, ones that would be overflowing in his hands when he grabbed them. Her ass was nice and round, big and just the right amount of meat on it that the thing would shake like a warm bowl of Jell-O when he was fucking her good and raw. And her hips, fuck, her hips were wide as hell, and perfect for when he held her as she bounced on his dick. He shifted in his seat, his cock getting hard at the thoughts and images moving through his head.

    He looked down at the table, at where the picture of the daughter was. Her face was one that could make a sane and practical man go on a killing spree just to get her attention. But Demon was already a dangerous man, had killed plenty already, and would just have to get her attention in other ways. He thought about the things he could do to her, could show her. He’d pull out his big dick, let her see what he’d be plowing into her sooner rather than later.

    Yo, Demon, you with us here? Steel asked, clearly trying to get his attention because he was sitting here thinking about fucking a woman that would be in their compound against her will.

    He looked at his club members again, cleared his throat, and pushed the picture of the woman away. Do it. Make the deal, and bring her here.

    Deanna pulled her piece of shit Toyota into her father’s driveway. The underside of her car scraped on the pavement, and she grimaced. Her father’s place was a small two-person home in a cracked-out part of town. She was afraid to come here, even when it was broad daylight—like it was now—because there were usually hookers on the street corner, and drug dealers patrolling the streets in their cars. She reached into her bag, felt the small .38 Special her mother had given her before she died, and sighed.

    Yes, her mom had handed her a gun on her deathbed, told her to keep it close, and to knock a fucker down if he even came sniffing around her. Deanna chuckled at the memory, but on the heels of that happiness the sorrow had come crashing in. It had only been a couple of years since her mother died of leukemia, and although she had fought hard to survive, in the end she had lost her battle.

    Deanna stared at the front door of her father’s place. God, she really didn’t want to go in there, but she hadn’t been able to get ahold of him for three days. Yes, her dad was a junkie, a drug addict, and a crack head. Whatever someone wanted to call another person hooked on drugs, that was her father to the nth degree. He disgusted her, infuriated her, and she shouldn’t even care what he did with his life. He hadn’t been there for her mother when she was sick for all those years, hadn’t given two shits about them or sent money to help with medical bills, and he hadn’t even gone to the funeral. Deanna had hated him for so long. But when her mother had told her that being angry wasn’t the answer, that her father was sick and needed family, Deanna put away all of her hatred. She had tried to get her father into rehab, only to see him relapse over and over again. But she hadn’t given up, not because she loved her father, but because her mother had asked her to be there for him.

    The truth was she hated him, despised everything that he was, but being there for him had been her mom’s dying wish, and so she was seeing it through to the very bitter end.

    She climbed out of the car, glanced around the street, and saw a woman standing on the corner in fishnets, a black pleather mini skirt, and a cropped shirt. Deanna moved quickly toward the door, knocked on it once when she reached it, and looked behind her again. The sound of what had to be a gunshot echoed, and she grabbed the door handle and turned it. Fuck this and waiting for him to get his druggie ass up.

    Once inside, she shut the door and wrinkled her nose. It stunk like a warm, humid armpit, and didn’t look any better. Trash littered the ground, graffiti marred the walls, and the sound of someone coughing in the next room had her turning and walking toward the noise. The living room was a mess of ratty, holed-up couches, stained covered drapes, garbage and hypodermic needles on the ground. And there was her dad, passed out on the couch with a middle-aged naked woman on his lap. They were both sleeping with their mouths hanging open, and the stench of piss and body odor lingered in the air.

    Dad? she called out to him. The woman stirred slightly, but her father only gave a loud snore in response. He shifted on the couch, slowly cracked open an eye, and pushed himself up, groaning.

    Hey there. Didn’t hear you. He pushed the naked woman off of him. She fell to the ground with a thump, but didn’t make so much as a sound.

    I’ve been calling you.

    He stood, grabbed his cell off the coffee table, and looked at it. Oh, yeah. You’ve called me a few times.

    Try for the last three days. I know you don’t care about your life, and I shouldn’t really either, but I made a promise to Mom. The least you can do is pick up the phone.

    He was busy typing something out on his phone, glancing up at her every few seconds. He closed the phone shut, and set it back on the coffee table, very slowly, too slowly for her liking. She looked around the hovel again, knew that he was still high or he’d be tweaking more than usual, and lifted her hand to rub her eyes. She was so tired of this shit. Deanna needed to wash her hands of him, because all he was doing was bringing her down.

    He picked up his glass pipe, put some white crystals in the bowl, and lifted it to his mouth. She turned away disgusted after he heated the end of the pipe with a lighter. Here he was, smoking meth right in front of her like it wasn’t anything, like she wasn’t his daughter and standing here watching.

    You’re doing good? he asked in a tight voice as he held in the toxic smoke.

    What’s wrong with you? Aside from the obvious, Deanna said, knowing he was acting stranger than usual.

    Nothing now. He exhaled the smoke, set his pipe down, and sat back on the couch. You want something to eat or drink?

    Deanna didn’t even bother responding because there wasn’t any food or anything sanitary to consume in this shithole.

    The sound of motorcycles in the distance, coming closer, becoming louder, had her moving toward the dirty, cloudy window. She saw three massive Harleys pull into her dad’s driveway, blocking in her crappy car. The engines cut, and the silence descended. You expecting three big ass bikers? she asked without turning around. The men climbed off their bikes, removed their sunglasses in unison, and she swore the one in front stared right at her. They moved forward in sure, arrogant, and deadly steps, and something inside of her went on alert. She moved away from the window, turned and faced her father, and saw him pacing.

    I’m sorry, Deanna. I had to tell them you were here, had to do this to get myself out of this mess. It was the only way, and they said they’d take a trade.

    A trade?

    Deanna didn’t know what he was rambling on about, but when there was a loud banging on the front door, everything inside of her stilled. She knew she needed to run, and she needed to do it now.

    Chapter 2

    Demon banged on the door, waiting for it to be answered. He didn’t like the response he felt at seeing the bastard father’s text. The name of the man was unnecessary to him. Once they took the daughter, this bastard would cease to matter, as they would no longer be doing business with the fucker. This one and only debt would be paid out in flesh, his daughter’s flesh. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. He was going to stay back at the clubhouse instead of coming on this long journey to claim a woman that wasn’t his. Then he thought of the other brothers getting hard for her. He wasn’t risking her being passed between the brothers. They were a horny lot of men without a woman for a few hours. Deanna wouldn’t survive two minutes without one of the bastards trying to get between her creamy thighs.

    You want first pick.

    There was also the fact he wanted her before anyone else did. Demon liked to test out all the new women in the club. He rarely let anyone get

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