Seven Sons (Gypsy Brothers) (Volume 1)
Lili Saint Germain
Language: English
Pages: 112
ISBN: 1495459225
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
*Please note this book is dark romance and deals with serious themes including rape, violence and murder.* This story unfolds over seven volumes approx. 25 - 30,000 words each. My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect. Including my innocence. When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old. Before my father died, Dornan and his sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer. I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge. But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club. I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it. Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
looking at him, I need to close my eyes, so I pull his face to mine, our lips crashing together in a kind of frenzy. He takes his hand away and tugs at my dress, taking it over my head before throwing it to the floor. I wince as he lightly traces the intricate patterns of roses and a phoenix rising from the ashes that now adorns my midsection. “Need to be inside you, baby girl,” he moans, unbuttoning his jeans and letting his hardness rise to full size. I have a chance to study it more closely.
this motherfucking weather outside becomes damn near impossible to drive in. Lucky we weren’t planning to ride.” “So, you want me to stay here?” I ask. “By myself?” He drains his own coffee cup. “Nope. My son’s gonna be here. Jase. He’s staying behind with you.” He looks at me oddly for a moment, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Besides, little runt is the only one of the lot that I’d trust to take care of your fine ass.” He leans closer and smiles conspiratorially. “I’m eighty percent
Mr. Ross. It is a little strange.” He smirks, the closest thing to a smile he’s cracked since he called me up here. “Well, Sammi twofirst-names Peyton, what kind of job are you looking for?” I can’t believe I’m saying this. “What kind of job do you want me to do?” He drops the smile. “I’m a busy man. Let’s cut to the chase. You dance?” I nod. “You do private dances?” I nod. “You do anything else that sets you apart from the other hundred girls who come here each week looking for a job?” I
of hazel that the contact lenses can’t stifle. I miss being Juliette. But I feel invigorated by my new appearance at the same time. The anonymity it affords me is something I underestimated when Dr. Lee and I were going over my surgical rework plans. I’m on an adrenalin high; having just screwed Dornan, my ass is throbbing but my spirit is elated. I did it. I fucking did it. I fooled him. He has no idea who I am. Four When I exit the bathroom, Dornan is back behind his desk as if nothing ever
my head. “I don’t take money unless I earn it. I just need … somewhere to stay, a few weeks at the most.” Say it, Dornan. Come on and fucking say it. “That’s not a problem,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll stay at the clubhouse. Plenty of extra rooms. You’ll have to sign a non-disclosure statement and agree not to speak with anyone about what goes on there, of course.” Hooked, line and sinker. Sucker. “What goes on there?” I say, my Bambi eyes as wide as I can stretch them. “Baby