North (Hell's Legacy MC Book 1) by J. S. Andersson

Author:J. S. Andersson [Andersson, J. S.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: MC Romance, J.S.Andersson, North, MC, Hell's Legacy MC, Young love, Biker, HLMC, Badass, New Adult
Publisher: J.S. Andersson
Published: 2020-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-five.

North.

“Yeh,” I answered the phone just as I pulled into the lot.

“Get to Slammer’s office now!” Scar screamed down the phone. Scar was pissed, that much was obvious.

“What’s the problem?” I asked, but he had already hung up.

What the hell had happened? Scar was no help, barking his orders and hanging up.

Walking towards the main doors, that were being guarded by two of our prospects, Hog and Brick, they both greeted me with a head nod. Brick opened the doors and let me in.

The party was in full swing, music blaring, sluts dancing with each other, the guys and poles around the room, and there were the usual sex shows and strip teases going on. They were always put on at our parties.

I walked through the crowded room heading towards Slammer’s office, nodding at a few of the guys and girls along the way.

“Heya North, wanna come play?” she purrs seductively as she wraps herself around my back.

Putting her on her feet I turned to face her. I had no idea who she was. She was a skinny young girl, fairly short, large tits, barely dressed, and blonde.

I’d played with her a few times at these parties, but I could never remember her name. I knew she was a club girl from the Canberra charter, who were all here tonight for a party.

“Not right now doll.” I say trying to remove myself from her hold, as she kept trying to wrap herself around me.

“Ok, come find me later,” she whispers in my ear before sucking on my earlobe.

Not bothering to reply, I turn and walk away.

Outside Slammer’s office, I find Tank and Shadow standing in front of the door, blocking it like bodyguards.

“What the fuck's going on?” I ask.

“Wish we knew man,” Tank says, shrugging his shoulder and nodding his head behind me.

Rach throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around me, crying and blabbering about something or someone.

“What the fuck Rach?” I demand as I pull her arms from around me.

“I didn’t start it.” She hiccuped, “it was all her fault, I shouldn’t be punished.” She continues hiccuping between words, “please, North you gotta believe me, please.” She hiccuped again before she started sobbing.

She looked a right mess; her makeup was all smudged, and running down her face. She had what I could only describe as scratch marks across one check, her hair was all messed up like someone had pulled at it, and she had the distinct odour of vomit hanging off her.

“What wasn’t your fault?” I asked while patting her back, trying to keep her at arm’s length.

“The fight!” She wails, “I was sticking up for the club.” She continues crying, “I swear”.

Ok, I wasn’t going to get any answers this way.

Scar came flying around the corner, looking more pissed off then I’d ever seen him.

“You!” he bellowed pointing at Rach, “punched my girl in the face”.

Wait, what this was all over his girl? What girl? Molly was at home! He didn’t do club sluts, he couldn’t even tolerate them for a conversation.

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