Biker Outlaw's Princess: An MC Romance by Bella Rose

Author:Bella Rose [Rose, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mafia romance, biker romance
Publisher: Bella Rose
Published: 2017-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

Vasily

The whole world was on fire, and I was in the pit of hell. I had taken a calculated risk, and now I was afraid that I had lost the gamble and the whole war. Nothing existed for me in that moment but the flames belching high above my head. My ears burned as the gas burned off on the lower level of the bar. The scent of burning hair overcame everything else. My scalp was so hot I could not dream of touching it. I thought my brain might boil inside my head. I closed my eyes and covered my head as best I could. Most of my body was still buried. It was the only thing that saved my life.

But I was still alive. I had to breathe in and out and tell myself that over and over again just to believe it was true. I shoved a piece of plywood away from my head and stared around me at the carnage. As I had thought, the blast went up. The natural way for the release of pressure was through the path of least resistance. The damn ceiling was so useless that it was already gone.

The hiss of torrential rain on smoldering building materials was a stark counterpoint to the pulsing hammer of my head. I was shocked I could still hear. Everything in my world was topsy-turvy. I felt disoriented and very sore. Every muscle in my body hurt. Had I not been covered in drywall and wet newsprint, I would have been toast. As it was I could barely pull myself out of the muck toward safety.

I grasped and crawled, driving pieces of wood and gypsum beneath my nails and into my hands as I struggled to gain traction in the mess that had once been a favorite hangout of the Orlovs. The Orlovs, a good number of whom were still buried below me in the mess. It was a good chance that they were all dead. The rest of them would probably blame me, but right now I didn’t give a shit. It didn’t matter.

The walls were still burning. The spit and hiss of rain pattering down on the crackling fire told me that I was still alive. I had to get to the front door. I had to see if my plan had paid off. My intention was to blow Anya right out of the building while killing Yuri and Antonin, but I had no way of knowing if I’d been successful or not. I could not even admit the possibility that Anya had been seriously hurt by my actions.

My urgency made me struggle harder. I pulled faster and finally managed to grab hold of what had once been a barstool. I used it to lever myself to my feet. My legs were covered in muck, and there was so much wet drywall dust in my boots that I was sure my feet would never come out.

“Anya.” I whispered it over and over again. She was going to be okay.

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