Johnston (Satan Worshippers MC #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Satan Worshippers MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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“You’re mine!” he sneered, bringing his face closer to mine all while he tightened his grip even more. I couldn’t breathe. I beat against his chest and face, desperately needing air, my abdomen burning. The machines that monitored my vitals were going wild next to me, and black spots began to dance in my vision.

I was going to die here. I was going to die in a hospital right after their surgeon had worked so hard to keep me alive.

“If I can’t have you, no one gets to have you,” was the last thing I heard as my vision darkened, and blissful darkness wrapped me in its arms.

My only regret was that Johnston and I hadn’t gotten near enough time together. And I hoped Dirk got his karma for this.

And I hoped Johnston delivered that karma.

CHAPTER TEN

Johnston

“Chapel—now,” I barked once the officers and feds cleared off the lot, heading back to the police station. They hadn’t found a goddamn thing, but I needed to get shit in place to make sure we continued riding under the radar.

Rhodes’s hands were tied, just like I’d thought they were. But it didn’t make me any less pissed. But fuck if I could take that rage out on a cop. That’d only do nothing but make all this shit worse.

And land my ass in prison, unable to be out here with Aaliyah. It would leave my club without their president.

The king of this shit couldn’t go away like that.

Every fucking second those cops were here was a waste of time. And then when they left, every second all of us had to spend checking this clubhouse top to fucking bottom for bugs was more time I was away from my woman. I was in a foul mood, and all of the members were giving me a wide berth. I wasn’t above taking my shit out on them.

I pushed open the chapel doors and strode inside, growling at the gouge marks on the table I’d spent hundreds of fucking dollars on. I’d need to call someone to get it fixed. Just another thing to do on my endless list. I was used to officers, especially federal agents, tearing up my shit, but they’d never touched my table.

This time, they’d gone too goddamn far. But did they give a shit? Nope. They knew we’d never file anything against them, and even if we wanted to, it was all to easy for them to make it disappear. No goddamn point in stressing myself over it.

Once everyone was at the table and the doors were shut, I placed my hands flat on the stained wood, looking at each of my members. “Get this fucking place cleaned up.” They nodded. “Blayke,” I said, looking at my VP, “find out what the hell Wendy is running her mouth about. When she goes to jail, she gets permanently shut up. Order the hit.”

He grunted. “You sure you want to order that hit, Prez?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. He was treading on thin ice. “Look, Johnston, all I’m saying is, those fucking feds are going to be watching her, lurking and waiting. They’re going to constantly be pressing her for information. May not be smart to order a hit, at least not right now.”

I scrubbed my hand down my face before scratching at the stubble along my jaw. Fuck, I needed to shave. I hated the scratchy feeling of having a damn beard.

Blayke had a point, and he was thinking clearer than I was at the moment. I had too much shit to deal with. Felt like the weight of the world was on my damn shoulders.

“I’ll think on it,” I finally grumbled.

He nodded. “Let me know what the final decision is so I can get whatever needs to be taken care of done.”

“You’ll be the first to know,” I assured him. Sighing, I stood up to my full height. “I need to get back to the hospital,” I announced. “Whatever needs to be replaced, make sure its thrown out and something new is put in its place. I want this fucking clubhouse spotless the next time I walk in here.”

A chorus of acknowledgments rang up around the table. I slammed the gavel and stepped out of the chapel, already pulling my bike keys from my pocket. I needed to get back to the hospital to see my woman. Only been a mere few damn hours, and I already missed her like a fucking missing appendage.

That woman had no damn idea just how badly I needed her.

But I was determined to make sure that one day, she would know.

I could barely breathe without her.

My body tensed when I saw two officers standing outside Aaliyah’s hospital room door. I swore to God, if they were harassing her because of her attachment to the club, to me, I’d lose my fucking shit and get arrested today.


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