RIDING DIRTY (Steel Titans MC Book 4) by Franca Storm (best books for students to read txt) 📗

been able to do it with Willa in my life, as mine now. What I had with her nullified it. There weren’t a place for it, no way for it to breathe or really exist as an everyday part of me no more. But it could still be triggered. Pain called to the dangerous, brutal part of me. The bloodlust. Ramped up by his threat on the woman I loved and our unborn kid, it surged damn near out of control before I could even try to get a handle on it.

Roaring, I ran at him and lunged, slamming him into the corridor wall.

He choked as he jarred against it hard.

I fisted my hand in his hair, ripping his head back and smacking it against the wall, as I seethed, “Fucking kid trying to play with the big men. Nik had a load of faults, but he could always zone in on a threat from miles away. He pegged you. He saw what a danger you were and he shut you down hard.”

“He was weak!” Freeman yelled. “He had no vision, no ambition. He was stuck in the same place his whole life. I could’ve changed all that!”

He drew his blade and swung.

I dodged the swipe, then slammed my fist into his wrist, dislodging the blade from his grip. It clattered to the floor. A wave of lightheadedness took me over as I kicked it away, over to the other side of the room.

It enabled Freeman to get in a hit.

He slugged me across the side of the face, actually managing to knock me back, because I was out of it.

It pissed me off, because he didn’t hit that hard, he weren’t that great of a fighter and I had a ton up on him in that area. Most of all, fuck, I just wanted this shit over and done with. Nolan being out of the picture meant Freeman was the last. The last threat. The last mission.

His boot plunged into my gut, making me double over and stumble back into the couch. I threw out my hand to keep from hitting the floor.

He made his way over, his gaze drawn to the right side of my chest. “I knew I couldn’t take you one-on-one. That bloodied mess I’ve made of your chest evens the playing field, wouldn’t you say?”

Following his line of sight, I took in the stab wound. Jesus.

Adrenaline and rage had prevented the pain from getting the best of me, stopping it from hindering me. But, it weren’t just the pain to worry about with something like that.

It was the fucking blood loss. It had spread through a good half of my gray tee. No wonder I was so lightheaded and off my game. I couldn’t stay on my feet feeling this way. I had to take the fight to the ground.

Just as I was about to make that happen, he reached behind him, up his shirt, then pulled a Glock, cocking it and taking aim.

Adrenaline flooded my senses, my body fucking well vibrating with it. And something I weren’t used to feeling in a fight. Never in all my years. Fear. It weren’t for me. My life had always been expendable. It had to be. I had to be willing and able to go there for the sake of the club, of my brothers’ lives. But everything had shifted now. I couldn’t die, because I couldn’t leave Willa and my kid. I wouldn’t let an innocent be brought into the world without my protection at their back. I wouldn’t sentence my own flesh and blood to that. They needed to have more than what I’d had.

So, I held up my hand.

Freeman frowned, looking surprised. “Really? Gonna beg for your life? Slade Mitchell, the ruthless, merciless bastard of the Steel Titans MC?”

Beg? No way in hell.

I shifted my weight, so I was in a position to push off at a split second’s notice, putting all my power into a sudden dash forward.

And then I mind-fucked him, revealing, “Willa’s pregnant.”

Sure enough, it worked just like I thought. He reacted. From what Willa had told me, and what I knew about Freeman myself, I’d figured he had more than a business partnership interest in her. The asshole was obsessed with her. He fucking well wanted her.

“Yours?” he choked out, taking an uneasy step back.

“Well, it ain’t yours, asshole. As close as you came to forcing yourself on her, you knew better in the end, knew she’d rip you apart if you crossed the line you wanted to.”

His eyes narrowed. “She deserves better than you. I could’ve given her the world.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re still a kid. You can’t see nothing beyond your own ego, can’t see things the right way. Willa don’t need nobody to give her nothing.”

“I’m not letting her go! She’s gonna build me that fucking empire, one way or another. Maybe this time, I’ll leverage your life.” He sneered and took a step back toward me. “You think she’d let you die just to have the freedom to turn me down again?” He lowered his gun. “Nah, there’s no way, especially not now that you’re the father of her child.” Eyes lighting up, a nasty smirk coming over his face, he went on, “She’ll follow my orders, give in to my every whim.” He locked eyes with me. “My every desire.”

Motherfucker!

I made my move, sweeping his legs.

He cried out in surprise and went down hard, landing painfully on his back, his gun clattering to the floor.

I was on him in split-seconds, my weight bearing down on him, as I wailed on him mercilessly, letting that bloodlust take me over.

The more pain I caused, the more I needed.

I couldn’t fucking stop for the life of me.

So fucking what?

He’d brought it here.

Pushed and pushed and pushed some more.

Leading an army to put me to ground. Kidnapping my woman. Coming onto her, manipulating her. And here he was coming for the both of us again?

Nah, there was no