Mayhem: Bad Boy Dirty Talking Bikers True Love! (Wicked Warriors MC NorCal Chapter, A Bad Boy Bikers Motorcycle Club Romance Book 5) by P.T. Macias

Author:P.T. Macias [Macias , P.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: P.T. Macias Legacy Romance
Published: 2022-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Shiloh

I’ve been awake all night monitoring Mayhem; after taking a quick shower, I cooked some chicken soup for him.

I hope he wakes up soon so we can contact his Bros. and get him out of the apartment.

The doorbell rings; it must be the order I placed from Wally world during the night. Mayhem needed some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I walk to the door, looking through the peephole to ensure it’s not the motherfucker Dagger. My gut tells me he will look for me if nothing else than to keep me as his whore, but that is not happening. Yeah, the bags are on the floor, so I open the door and grab them. Hopefully, the clothes will fit the big asshat. They look huge as I spread them, nodding. I walk to the room, place the clothes on the dresser, look at his wounds and check to see if he has any fever.

Mayhem looks good; he has been sleeping that well. So, I walk out of the small room closing the door but leaving a small crack so I can hear him in case he needs me.

Of course, I’m nervous; he’s a fucking biker! I don’t want anything to do with MC’s, but here I am helping a biker out.

God, the asshat is gorgeous.

Damn it.

Why does he have to have warm eyes that pierce my soul?

Hell, he stole my soul.

It’s like a connection I’ve never felt, not even with Dagger.

But he’s a fucking biker.

I can’t fall into that lifestyle; I just can’t.

The kettle whistles; I turn off the stove and grab a mug off the counter to make a cup of coffee. Yeah, Folgers is my favorite; it has a unique flavor that I love.

Heidi hasn’t arrived, but she’s a big girl. I need to take a quick nap since Mayhem is still sleeping.

“Hey,” Mayhem yells.

Mayhem yells, wake me up, sending my heart into fast-pounding mode. I push off the sofa, run to my room, and stare at him. I can’t help but look at his wide chest, delicious abs, the sexy V, and the trail of hair disappearing below his boxers.

I bite my lip and look up at him, connecting with him again.

What’s up with this connection?

I shouldn’t be getting turned on at this moment.

The man is injured.

“Mayhem, how are you feeling,” I ask in a raspy voice.

Fuck, the man is affecting me on all levels. I don’t need this right now and especially not from a biker.

Fucker.

Mayhem moves; all his muscles flex, and his face scrunch from the pain, so he immediately relaxes his body.

“Who are you, and where am I,” Mayhem hisses holding onto his nasty purple and blue torso.

“Hi, I’m Shiloh, your Uber driver. I picked you up, and you passed out. So, I brought you to my apartment to take care of your injuries,” I say, crossing my arms.

I don’t fucking like his tone, but he is a biker, right? So, they're all the same.

Motherfucker!

“What? Where’s my Cut and clothes,” Mayhem growls, trying to look around the room.

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