Needing Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation #6) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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I know I’m pulling every fucking trigger he has, but I don’t really give a damn. I want to hurt him like he hurt me. Out of nowhere, his fist comes at me. I don’t even try to dodge it. Maybe I want the pain, or maybe I want an excuse to hit the bastard back. The force of his hit throws me back against the small table by the door. The vase that Thea bought at the home store when we went to buy sheets, falls off and shatters on the wood floor. I straighten up and charge at the asshole. Dad is a towering force and as solid as a boulder, but I can still hold my own. All those years of having Breaker as a sparring partner have never come in handier than they do right now. Dad goes back and I pound my fist into his ribs while we fall. I hear Thea yelling, but Dad and I are going at it too hard for me to pay attention. He slams his fist into my gut and while I try to pull myself through that, Dad hits me again. I manage to get up on my knees as he’s trying to stand. I shove my body into his, slamming my elbow into the back of his knee. He cries out, making me smile because I know that fucker is weak. He’s been putting off having a knee replacement surgery. I’m leaning over him now, and I start to pound into his face. I get one good hit and then Dad grabs my face and slams our heads together.

“Motherfucker!” I bark as pain explodes.

Dad proves his head is harder because he recovers and tries to get away from me. I’m seeing fucking stars, but I slam my fist into his jaw. He grabs my hand, pulling it away, and then uses his other hand to hit me hard. Blood spurts from my nose, but I would have ignored it and kept going if a damn gunshot hadn’t rung out.

“What the hell?” I yell. Dad and I both freeze and look up. Standing in front of us is Thea, with my pistol in her hand, barrel pointing down to the floor.

“I said stop fighting!” Thea growls and I swear to fuck it wouldn’t surprise me if she started breathing fire. “Now, stand up, both of you and I swear to God if you try to start fighting again, both of you will regret it.”

We stand up slowly. I never take my eyes off my woman. I think I might be in shock. I’m also pretty damn sure I shouldn’t be turned-on right now, but I am.

If I wasn’t already positive that I’m keeping this woman forever, I sure as hell am now.

Chapter 37

Thea

I can’t believe what I just watched. I was seriously scared the two of them were going to kill one another. I couldn’t think of how to stop it and not get hurt trying to get between them. The only thing I could come up with is grabbing Dom’s gun he keeps in the lockbox in his nightstand. He had given me the code last night. I bet he’s regretting that about now.

“I’m going into the kitchen for a minute. If you two so much as look at each other cross-eyed, we’ll be digging metal out of you instead of the floor.”

“You’re a lot of things, Thea, honey. You aren’t a killer—especially against people you care about,” Dragon laughs.

I narrow my eyes to look at him, bringing the gun up. “I didn’t say I would kill you, Dragon. I wouldn’t do that. It would hurt Nicole too much.” Before he can smile, I shake my head. “But I would shoot your foot. I’m pretty sure if Nicole walked in on what I just saw, she’d cheer me on. So, go ahead, try me if you want.”

“I think we’re good now, Gorgeous,” Dom says, holding his nose. Seeing the blood on his beautiful face makes me want to actually shoot Dragon. I nod and point the gun down. “You can leave that with me,” Dom suggests.

I shake my head. “I think I’ll keep it. You two have lost your damn minds,” I argue.

Dragon starts to laugh but I shoot him a dirty look. And he ends up fake coughing to try to hide it. Going into the kitchen, I put the gun on the counter by the sink. I grab a dish towel out of the drawer and wet one corner, then squeeze it out. I decide it’s smarter to leave the gun where it’s at for now. When I get back into the living room, Dragon is helping Dom pick up the pieces of my shattered vase. I let out an annoyed sigh and both of them stop, lifting their gazes to me.


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