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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)

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Petal is hurting. After Dirty’s horrible betrayal, and losing her baby, she is just taking it one day at a time. She will never forgive Dirty, especially now that she knows the truth—he was only close to her because of Colt’s orders.

Dirty fucked up. He thought this was a good thing. A clean, clear, over and done with. It was good that she lost the baby. It was good that she wanted nothing to do with him. Then why can’t he get her out of his head?

When one of the club gets close to Petal, Dirty can't take it. He spills their secret, and now everyone knows their past. As for Petal, it was over, and she will not even talk to him.

Strange things are happening at the Satan’s Death Riders MC. They have taken over their enemy’s clubhouse and started to demolish it. Now, as they begin construction, everything that could go wrong, does.

Evil Fuckers MC may be gone, but they have not done so quietly. But something doesn’t add up. Someone is helping them. But who?

When the club is put in danger, it's time to initiate a lockdown. Dirty is close to Petal. He will not let anything happen to her. But who is this new threat, and why are they determined to exterminate the Satan’s Death Riders MC for good?

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“Is it even mine?”

Those words echoed around Petal Hargreaves’ head one too many times this very day. She should be working on ideas for the new menu at the diner, but instead, those words. They had broken her heart, and if she was honest with herself, crushed her very soul.

She just wanted to stop thinking about that moment and focus on her work. It wasn’t like it mattered anymore. This was the one thing she had never told Rosalie. It was the one detail of her life she had kept secret, and she was now more pleased about it than ever before since she didn’t have to talk about it with Rosalie.

There was no baby. There was no future where she had to consider life as a single mother. No. She lost the baby when a drive-by shooter attempted to take out her best friend, Rosalie, along with her husband Colt.

The shooter had taken out Gabrielle, Rosalie’s mom, as well as putting bullets inside Petal—one in her stomach which terminated her pregnancy instantly, and then another in her shoulder.

This felt like a lifetime ago, but it had only been a few months back. Long enough for her to make a full recovery. Since then, she’d finally moved out of her parents’ home, which she was so thankful for. She loved her mom and dad, along with her brothers and sisters, but she needed space. Being twenty-one years old and still sharing a room with her sisters had been a nightmare.

Her parents loved one another, even after nearly twenty-five years of marriage. They were still completely besotted, couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and that resulted in a large family in a three-bedroom house with one bathroom. Not the nicest of experiences, and it certainly hadn’t helped when she needed the privacy.

Unlike her oldest brother who had left the moment he turned eighteen, and headed into the military, she stayed and helped. She took care of the little ones and paid rent, which at the time had been most of her wages. Attempting to save had been difficult. Her parents had a way of making her feel bad for them, so she gave them most of her money.

Not anymore. She was free.

She was living in Rosalie’s place, now alone, as her mother was gone. It held a lot of great memories for her. It was the one place she was actually seen. Not that she should complain. Her family was great especially compared to Rosalie’s. Up until the past year, she never knew that Rosalie’s dad was in fact her mother’s rapist. He’d been the president of one of the most feared MCs—Evil Fuckers MC—and they relished their name and reputation.

She never spoke to Daemon personally, but the man was evil, anyone could see it. He was dead, Gabrielle was dead. From what she knew, the Evil Fuckers MC was no more. After the drive-by shooting went wrong, killing Rosalie’s mother, Daemon had gone on a killing spree. In his own warped way, he did love her.

But it didn’t change all that happened.

At least something good did come out of Daemon’s meddling and conniving ways. Her best friend was now happily married. Colt and Rosalie were finally giving their marriage a fighting chance, and she was so happy for her friend.

Of course, it meant she spent a lot of time alone of late.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Rosalie asked.

At first Petal didn’t register what her friend had said, and frowned at her. “Huh?”

“You’re staring into space. I wondered what was going on in that mind of yours?” Rosalie asked, tucking some of her raven hair behind her ear. Her friend was beautiful and fierce. A fighter. A survivor. They both were in their own way, only Petal didn’t quite feel like a fighter.

She currently felt like she was on her knees and the next punch or kick was heading her way. Of course, she didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say, and she wasn’t going to hurt her friend. Rosalie had been through more than enough pain to last a lifetime.

“I, uh, I don’t know. I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night.” She hadn’t slept in weeks.

It wasn’t like she had nightmares. No. Sleep was for those with a peaceful mind. She didn’t have one of those.

“You didn’t? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?” Rosalie reached out and Petal chuckled and pulled away.

“You do not have to go all Mother Hen on me. I’m fine.”

“I should stay over with you tonight. That will work. We’ll have a girls’ night. You and me.”

Petal smiled, and as much as she would love to be around her friend, she knew it wasn’t going to work.

“A rain check? I, uh, I’ve got some things I want to do, and I am just going to crash. Probably eat some ice cream and fall asleep with my favorite flavor, the double chocolate, and I will not complain about that.”

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Toxic (Satan’s Death Riders MC #1) Read Online Sam Crescent http://www.wownovels.com/toxic-satans-death-riders-mc-1-read-online-sam-crescent Mon, 01 May 2023 20:22:30 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/toxic-satans-death-riders-mc-1-read-online-sam-crescent Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Virgin Authors: Sam Crescent Series: Satan's Death Riders MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)

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Rosalie knew her father was part of an MC club, a vile disgusting group of men. To protect her mother, she has no choice but to marry a man her father has chosen.

Colt doesn’t want to create peace. Satan’s Death Riders MC doesn't settle, they do not bow down, but for now, his father has told him to marry the daughter of his enemy. He personally vows to make her life miserable. This will be a great way for him to pass the time before he gets the chance to kill her father. They claim she's a virgin, but they're liars. No slut of the Evil Fuckers MC is pure.

But Rosalie is nothing like her father. She's just a pawn. Someone he can use. What will happen when she becomes more than just a pawn, more than someone he can use?

She wants her father dead as much as Colt does. Maybe they can work together. All she wants is for her mother to be free, for them to no longer live in fear. It's an easy deal to make, but even Colt didn’t see what was coming.

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Chapter One

Life can change before we know it.

Rosalie Barlowe, or Rose to her friends, threw back her head and laughed. Her best friend couldn’t sing, not even a single note. Everything that came out of Petal’s mouth was a disaster. People would actually pay her to just shut up, but she loved her so damn much.

When a long note came up, she had no choice but to cover her ears. Once the song came to an end, Rosalie quickly turned the music down. “That’s enough singing for one day.”

“Spoil sport. Come on, it’s a lot of fun,” Petal said.

“We need to preserve our voices.” Rosalie touched her throat as it already felt a little scratchy from screeching at the top of her lungs.

Petal snorted. “Right, because asking horrible assholes if they want more coffee or the free fries is so challenging.”

Rosalie didn’t even need to look at her friend to know she was already rolling her eyes. They worked at Al’s Diner, a run-down shack in the middle of nowhere, but clearly had enough business as it had been going for years. Rosalie recalled many times her mother took her there for a birthday treat. Al made the best cakes. Even now kids got excited at the prospect of going to Al’s. As for her and Petal, they had long forgotten the attraction seeing as Al was … handsy.

He liked to think of them as his property and with him, they had no choice but to be stern. Some of the waitresses had fallen into his trap, but neither she nor Petal had. So long as they didn’t give him any confusing vibes, he left them alone.

“It’s a job.”

“Yeah, and when are we going to get out of this shithole!” Petal raised her voice and slammed her palm onto the steering wheel.

Ever since they were kids, they both had this dream of getting out of town, getting away and starting a new life together. Rosalie had spent many nights thinking about what she could do, where she could go. As the years went by, she realized she couldn’t leave her mom behind.

She had to protect her, from him.

“Where do you want to go?” Rosalie asked.

Petal tilted her head back and howled. “Anywhere but here.”

They both laughed.

For Petal, that often meant a beach with some kind of hunky stranger who was her love slave for all eternity. Rosalie wanted a life where her mother didn’t hear certain sounds and become a mess.

“That sounds awesome.”

“So, are we going to that party?” Petal asked.

“What party?”

Rosalie had no idea how her friend got to know where a party was happening let alone when. She never heard anything.

“At some biker bar, I think it is. It’s supposed to be like a big deal or something.”

She paused. “A biker bar?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what they’re called. Some kind of stupid name.”

Rosalie tried never to say the name but she needed to know. “Evil Fuckers MC?”

Petal threw back her head and laughed. She had no choice but to reach for the steering wheel as they veered a little toward the opposite road. Not good. She didn’t want to die.

Her friend whistled. “You saved us.”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we keep an eye on the road.”

There was no argument. Petal liked to have fun and party, but she also knew when to keep her shit together. This was one of those times. Neither of them wanted to die because she drove recklessly.

“What a messed-up name,” Petal said. “But it’s not that one.”

“It’s not?”

“No, this one … ugh, what is it?” She let one hand go off the wheel and clicked her fingers. “It’s Death something or other. This is going to drive me mental if I don’t think of it.”

Rosalie didn’t make it a habit of learning the names of MC clubs that often ventured through town. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone to see if her mother had called her. Nothing. She was probably still working.

Gabrielle, her mother, loved working in the fabric shop, but then she was also an avid seamstress. Like her mother, she also loved to sew and craft, but she’d not been able to get a job in the same store, so it was waitressing for her.

“Satan’s Death Riders MC.” Petal slapped the steering wheel. “That’s the club.”

“Seriously?”

Rosalie tried not to become aware of the local MCs that surrounded them, but she couldn’t help but hear the gossip.

The Satan’s Death Riders were meant to be worse than the Evil Fuckers MC, or they were supposed to be evenly matched in being assholes. Rosalie didn’t quite know which one it was. Either way, there was no way she would hang out at any MC club. None.

She wrinkled her nose. “Not happening.”

“Oh, come on, Rosalie. Free booze, lots of guys, dancing.”

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