Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

you.”
     
    “I knew there was a reason I liked your friend.” He grinned and rose from the picnic table. “You’ll have to indulge me, beloved. I just want to see you dance one time.” He gathered her in his arms, Afia’s eyes skating nervously to see if anyone was watching them.  He directed her gaze back to his. “And, then I plan to whisk you away on the back of my motorcycle and show you, beautiful girl, just how much I genuinely appreciate a second chance with you.”
     
    “Oh, really?” she said breathlessly, smiling shyly. “How do you plan on doing that, biker boy?”
     
    “Dance first. I miss the way you move.”
     
    He took Afia by the hand and pulled her with him back into the building, feeling a sense of excitement that hadn’t been there before. He knew, somewhere in the crowded bar, the rest of his crew was wondering where he had disappeared to. He knew Quentin would have words for him, and Kaleidoscope would have a disappointed look. However, Sam didn’t care what any of them had to say about it. Afia was his.
     
    He pushed past a drunken gentleman who stumbled out of his way as Sam exuberantly made his way to the dance floor. Afia stopped short when she saw who the man was.
     
    “Oh, no! Rayan,” she whispered in fear.
     
    “What?” Sam couldn’t hear her above the music. He leaned in close, and she buried her face in his chest. Afia hurriedly snatched off her hijab to disguise herself, hoping Rayan hadn’t seen her.
     
    “My brother. He’s here,” she whispered in terror.
     
    “What? Where?” He looked around, but the place was too dimly lit to spot a face he had only seen once on a dark night in passing. He clutched Afia by the shoulders and put his arm around her, hiding the hijab that hung from her neck now like a scarf. He knew it had to be causing her intense discomfort to be so uncovered, but he also understood she was trying not to be recognized. “I’ll get you out of here.”
     

 
    CHAPTER 4
     
    Afia trembled, as she moved step by step with Sam shielding her. They moved toward the exit at a snail’s pace it seemed. There were too many people blocking their path, too many hang-ups along the way. She fought panic, trying not to look back. The door was within sight, and they had barely ten paces to get to it. They would’ve made it.
     
    Except, Bionca spotted them and called out loudly, “Afia! Sam! Where are you guys going? I’m over here!” She waved her hands. Bionca shimmied around in a circle to the music. She was dancing with a sexy shirtless biker, and she didn’t even realize that she had written Afia’s fate.
     
    Rayan’s head lolled forward and snapped back, as he struggled to straighten to his full height. He was leaning against the bar, but at the sound of his sister’s name, he gazed dazedly at Bionca, realized who she was, and followed the direction of her gesticulations. Afia froze on the spot, locking her knees. 
     
    “He sees us.”
     
    “Come on, Afia. We’ll take my bike. We’ll lose him.”
     
    She wanted to scream in frustration and anger at the hopelessness of the situation! No one understood, least of all Sam. There was no running from what was expected. Her only hope was to mitigate the confrontation.
     
    Rayan was drunk. Afia didn’t want to have to deal with her brother in front of the whole biker bar. She pushed past Sam and made her way outside, knowing this time her boyfriend would follow her. She couldn’t run off like the night Rayan had caught them kissing. Sam wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
     
    She briskly walked into the parking lot and waited some distance away from the door of the biker bar. It was only ten-something, and there were revelers still filing into the establishment. Rayan forced his way through the line and stumbled in their direction.
     
    “You don’t have to put up with his bullying, Afia. You don’t have to do anything he says.” Sam’s face was set in a fierce scowl, his fist