Link: SATAN’S SINNERS’ MC: TWO
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The sight made my lips twitch, especially when I thought about what he was capable of.
Looking at him, you’d never realize the shit he could cause with his fists.
As we approached, he lifted his head and frowned at the sight of us.
“I’m not going over there,” he snapped. Evidently, this wasn’t the first time someone had tried to haul him to the party. “Why would I want a mouth that’s sucked a thousand cocks around my own?”
If I’d needed proof Aoife had been a virgin, I probably had it there and then.
Finn, though he didn’t realize it, had been bitten by the Catholic bug—whether he liked it or not. A lover of purity in all guises.
I’d never been that bothered about purity, which made it a fucking tragedy that I was getting tied to a chick who’d never been boned in her life.
I squinted at him. “I’d have your dick if you put it in one of those whores’ mouths.”
He squinted at me, evidently judging whether I was serious or not, and the sicko grinned when he saw I was speaking damn straight.
“Good man,” he declared. “Does that mean I can go? No offense, Dec, but I grew out of this scene when I was twenty-three.”
“Ready for your pipe and slippers?” Declan sniped.
Finn smirked. “You’ve seen my wife. Think that’s all she gives me when I get home?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’re all really fucking jealous.”
“So you should be,” he countered, then his gaze drifted over the party, which was more of a communal fuckfest than anything else.
To be honest, I understood why he was bored.
“Couldn’t we have gone to Bite? We’d have had a better time, and I wouldn’t be starving.”
My lips twitched at his complaint. “He has a point. I could handle a steak.”
“Everyone’s a fucking critic,” Dec groused. “Next bachelor party we have, you fuckers get to organize it.” Then he shook his head. “Who the fuck eats at a restaurant on an occasion like this?”
“People with stomachs,” Finn said wryly. “Bite has a Michelin star. Doesn’t that take shit up a notch?”
I thought it did, but Dec didn’t agree. He sniffed. “No.”
I sniffed back. “Declan has a present for me.”
“What kind of present?” Finn inquired, brows raised and finally looking interested. “Not food, I’d assume?”
“Fuck’s sake,” came Dec’s grumble. “Is this what happens when you’re shackled? You start thinking with your gut?”
Finn narrowed his eyes, and if Dec wasn’t careful, he was about to get his ass reamed. The way Finn fisted his hands was enough warning, but his words cemented it, “Feel free to test if marriage has made me soft.”
Because Finn was a mean fighter when provoked and Declan was my best man—Ma would kill him if he looked beaten to fuck on my wedding day. The shiner I had was accidental, but it was yellowing and fading, and she’d be giving me shit over that this Sunday when I next saw her—I grumbled, “Where’s this fucking gift?”
Crisis averted, the distraction worked on both my brothers.
“Come with me,” Dec stated, sounding like he was leading us on an adventure.
Finn shrugged, but evidently bored shitless by the party—I couldn’t blame him, pussy wasn’t doing much for me tonight either—decided to join in, and he lagged behind me as I followed Dec.
With each step away from the fuckfest, I recognized how unlike Finn I was, and how much good fortune he’d had marrying someone he’d chosen.
Unlike him, this wasn’t my last night of freedom. I’d get married, but I could still fuck whoever I wanted because it was an arrangement.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And tonight, I didn’t want to fuck.
I wanted to drink and…
Well, I couldn’t have the latter.
The desire to beat the fuck out of someone, to make them pay for the injustice being handed to me was an urge I’d have to deny myself tonight.
More’s the fucking pity.
When we made it into Conor’s kitchen where it was quieter thanks to the lack of speakers in here, which meant we weren’t being tortured with techno, I demanded, “Come on then, what’s the gift?”
Declan grinned at me. “Few days back, Link got in touch.”
Finn tensed. “The Sinner? What did he want?”
Dec raised a hand. “Told us we might have sprung a leak.”
And like that, any haziness from too much whisky instantly disappeared.
“A leak? To the cops?” I rasped.
Finn, his tension clear, snapped, “The DEA?”
“La fucking Famiglia,” Declan retorted. “And wouldn’t you fucking know it? He was right.”
“Who?” I snarled.
“Jonny O’Byrne.”
My eyes widened. “No fucking way. He’s a Five Pointer to his core.”
“Nope, he’s a junkie,” Dec countered, his rage clear as he cracked his knuckles again. “The Fieri cunts snagged him up and reeled us in.”
“Been feeding him his highs?” Finn growled, folding his arms over his chest.
“Yeah. Only found out after a bit of digging. You know how tightknit we’ve been keeping the shipments. Only a dozen people really know what’s going down, and guarding the warehouse—” He shrugged. “Maybe a dozen more. Had to investigate and found a fucking rotten apple in our midst.”
My mouth curled into a snarl. “Where is he? We going to take him down tonight?”
Dec rubbed his hands together before he strode over the shiny black marble floor, crossed to the station that was topped with more black marble, and pulled a knife from one of the stands there.
This place looked like a pro could cook in it, but Conor couldn’t even make a fucking pancake without almost burning the place down.
Still, he had it all fully equipped…
As I eyed a nice cleaver, I asked, “You brought him here?”
Dec grinned. “Surprised?”
My mouth snagged higher into a snarl. “Bet your damn ass I am.”
Striding over to him, I grabbed the cleaver, then turned back to look at Finn. “You joining us?”
“Do bears shit in the woods?” he snarled. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Declan? This party wouldn’t have been so fucking boring.”
Declan snapped, “Fuck you,” even as he strode over to a door beside the fridge.
When he opened it and revealed a walk-in freezer, I wasn’t surprised at what I saw in there.
We all had special rooms in our places, and most of us had an area where we could sew up a soldier on short notice. Conor was one of the lucky ones.
As I eyed the man who was strung up from the ceiling, his body one big shiver, his eyelashes tipped with icicles and his face blue, I called his name.
His eyes drifted open, and I knew hypothermia was starting to hit him hard, because his responses were dull, slow. But when he saw me, he jerked back and gasped.
I smiled.
It was good to know my rep still preceded me.
Afterword
What do you think? Did the soundtrack song fit this book or what? ;) Maybe not all the ROUUUUGH sex, but that weird beat? Haha. Link can’t be pushed into any mold.
Fret not, Lily and Link will be getting down and dirty together over the course of the series, and you will have a front row seat! As if I’d leave you hanging like that. ;)
Now, the next book in the Satan’s Sinners’ MC series is SIN. You can grab him on preorder here: www.books2read.com/SinSerenaAkeroyd
HOWEVER, before then, you can catch up with the Filthy Feckers. You’ve met Finn in THE AIR HE BREATHES, you met Declan in NYX and now, again, in LINK, but first up? It’s their baby brother, Eoghan’s story. You guessed it: he and Inessa are about to get spliced! Grab it on preorder here: www.books2read.com/FilthyRich
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