RIDING WRONG (Steel Titans MC, #2) by Franca Storm

Author:Franca Storm [Storm, Franca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-24T23:00:00+00:00

14

~Cole~

IT WAS PISSING DOWN.

Just an extra fucking obstacle I really didn’t need right now.

I fought harder over the distracting roar of the heavy rain beating down all around me, soaking me to the fucking bone, to zone in on her.

Sure enough another scream sounded. Pure fucking terror that ripped right through me. I felt sick knowing she was suffering and that I still wasn’t there to stop it, that I hadn’t gotten there in time to protect her.

I was already sprinting at top speed, but those revived screams of hers overrode everything and forced another burst from me. I tore through the dark, dank, piss-soaked alley, my boots a rapid-fire thunder on the concrete, sloshing through the washed out streets.

My earpiece buzzed. I grunted, knowing who it was, and hesitated on answering.

He was gonna try to reel me in, to quell the rage burning through my veins. I was out for blood. Calming in any way right now would fuck with my head, with the power I needed to save her.

So I let the call pass.

My escape was short-lived, though, as it buzzed again. Over and over.

Fuck, he was a determined bastard.

Against my better judgment, I answered with a tap. Damn, Slade Mitchell had some power over me.

“Prez, I ain’t gonna back—”

“Authorized,” he cut in.

“What?”

“You got authorization to make the kill. Just Baranov, not Rick. The club’s got your back on any fallout. I’ll protect you. Clear?”

I rounded another corner, deep into the backstreets.

Through the haze of the heavy rainfall, I finally set eyes on what I’d been searching for.

My stomach lurched, bile rising into my throat. I swallowed it down and choked out to Slade, “Clear.”

I hung up and strategized rapidly.

There Natasha was, shoved up against the back wall of a run-down dive bar. That sick fuck, Mikhail Baranov had his left hand pressed to her back, holding her against it as his other was jerking down her jeans and panties. She was struggling and screaming at him, begging him not to take it there.

As I burst forward, the rear door flew open and Rick ran out.

“Mik!” he called, looking almost as horrified as I was. “Prez said to deliver a message, not to fucking well rape her! Shit!”

Mikhail snarled at him in warning and yelled, “Doing him a favor. Bitch needs taming. After this, she’s gonna be. Gonna fucking break her for him then he ain’t gonna get no more trouble from her.”

“You sick fuck, he ain’t gonna want that. Ease up. Now!”

He went for him.

But I was faster, the dumbass slower because of his hesitation from not wanting to hurt one of his own club brothers.

With a roar, I dug my gloved fingers into Mikhail's shoulders and hauled him off Natasha.

He lost his balance and crashed onto the wet alley floor, water and dirt soaking his clothes, skin and hair.

“Fucking shit. Just what we damn well need,” Rick groused as he took me in.

With him in shock and Mikhail momentarily down, I ran to Natasha.

“It’s okay, firecracker. It’s over.

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