Defying Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

with sorrow and disappointment, like I believe what he told me.
    “I really am sorry, kid,” the bartender says just before I turn around and head toward the back. There’s a door that leads out to the alley where it all started. This is where I want to lead his killer—where he will take his last breath.
    As I walk past the bikers, I notice one of them has his eyes on me. He’s older than the rest, but is younger than my father. He has darker hair, but it’s cut short, and he’s fucking huge. But what really makes me take notice is his eyes—they are intense but caring. It’s like when I lock eyes with him, he can see inside of me and knows what I’m thinking, what I’m going through. It almost makes me stop in my tracks, but then I remember that my father is dead—he was murdered—and I’m here to get my revenge.
    Steeling myself, I look away and walk out the back door. It’s dark in the alley, barely any light shines from the street lights. Good. That will work in my favor.
    I make my way to the opposite side of the alley and lean against the wall, my eyes burning a hole into the door that leads back inside the bar, just waiting for someone to come out. And I don’t have to wait long.
    The door opens and two men step outside. They are both from the group of three that the bartender kept glancing at. I fucking knew it!
    When the door closes, one of the men—he’s a little on the bigger side and looks to be slow moving—stands to the side of the door and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s the lookout. The other man—he’s tall with longer, stringy hair—walks toward me.
    Stopping in the middle of the alley, he crosses his arms and smiles a cruel smile. “You looking for someone, boy?” he sneers, and I know instantly that he’s the one who killed my father.
    “Not anymore I’m not,” I growl. My blood pumps harder now and my hands itch to plow into his face and wrap around his throat. All in due time. I want to make him suffer first.
    The man by the door laughs, which just pisses me off even more. Motherfucker will get his after I deal with this shitface.
    Taking a few steps closer to me, the man in front of me snickers. “So let me get this straight. You come here tonight and what? Confront me about your piece of shit daddy? Is that it, boy?”
    Hearing him even mention my father has me seeing red, but I hold back. “Nah. I came here tonight to put the motherfucker that killed my father in the ground.”
    Now both men are laughing like this is some kind of joke. Like that fact that they took the only person I have on this earth I care about away from me is a laughing matter.
    Not being able to hold back any longer, I rush forward and catch him by surprise with a powerful uppercut to his chin. He stumbles back a little and shakes his head.
    “That was the only one you’ll get, boy. Now I’m going to do to you what I did to your daddy,” he growls as he pulls a knife from his back pocket.
    “That’s what you think, fucker,” I say as I reach down to grab my weapon—the tire iron.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement from the door. The lookout man is moving in, but still keeping off to the sidelines, no doubt ready to step in if he thinks his friend is losing.
    Focusing back on the guy I want to rip apart with my bare hands, I smile the first smile since I found out about my dad. It’s cruel and full of vengeance. “Let’s do this.”
    Everything seems to happen in slow motion after that. The man with the knife strikes out toward me, barely missing my stomach. I move out of reach, but I miscalculate his speed because before I even realize it, he slashes my arm, just above my elbow. The sting barely registers, but is enough to fuel the rage inside of me to make him pay. I’m going to peel his skin off his body slowly with his own fucking knife. I don’t want to make it fast, I want to torture him.
    Swinging the tire iron around wide, I clip the side of his face. It