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

isn’t hard enough to kill him or knock him out, but it was hard enough to drop him to the ground.
    I see lookout guy step forward, but before he even takes two steps, the back door swings open and five of the bikers come out—the first being the older biker I noticed in the bar.
    The lookout guy turns around as fast as he can, but it’s not fast enough. The biker swings and it’s a devastating blow to his head. He’s down and out, maybe even dead. Not that I care. I’d hoped to kill him myself, but beggars can’t be choosers.
    The man I’m fighting looks around and notices the bikers coming closer, but I won’t let them interfere. He’s mine and it’s time for him to pay for his sins. I lift the tire iron above my head, ready to deliver the final blow. I don’t have time to make it slow and as painful as possible. But hopefully it’ll be enough for me to just kill him.
    Before I’m able to deliver the hit, the biker grabs my wrist to stop me.
    “You sure you want to do this, son?” the biker asks. It isn’t condescending or mocking. He asks me the question like he is genuinely curious and concerned for me.
    Still looking down at the man that killed my father, I can only nod. This is exactly what I want to do. I wish I could do more, but this will have to do. Instead of letting my arm go, however, he forces me to lower it.
    Further enraged that he is keeping me from avenging my father, I swing my other arm out and land a solid hit to his face. Everything around me turns hazy with a red tint to it. My vision tunnels, the only thing I can focus one is the motherfucker that killed my father and the man standing in my way.
    “He killed my father! Shot him point-fucking-blank and walked away like it was nothing . Like he didn’t just take the only person I have left away from me. He needs to fucking pay for what he did. He deserves to die,” I roar.
    The biker straightens up and walks toward me slowly with his hands up, like he means no harm. Fuck, the way I’m feeling, I could level every single one of them. Nothing is going to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine—this man’s life.
    “I agree with you, son. I’m not saying he should live. But think about where you are right now. Someone could have called the cops. I’m sure they’re probably looking for you anyway if your only parent was killed last night. Am I right?” the biker asks.
    I try shaking my head to consider what he’s saying, knowing he’s probably right, but I just can’t see fucking reason. The monster inside of me is snarling and begging to taste blood. Begging to take a life for a life. The only thing I can see is myself putting an end to the pain. To right a wrong.
    The biker must notice that I’m not hearing him because he steps forward again, but this time, he doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me. It’s not menacing and he’s not afraid that I’ll lash out at him again.
    “Look. Why don’t you let my brothers over there take this piece of shit to one of our warehouses?” he says as he points to the man I hate more than anything. “You and I will meet them there after we have a talk. I promise you, he will pay for what he did and what pain he caused you—either by your hands or ours. But let’s have a chat first, yeah?”
    I know he’s right. I know this isn’t the place to do this and he’s right about the cops probably looking for me. Fuck!
    Afraid that if I speak the barely suppressed violence will take over again, I just nod. The biker nods toward the others and they all move forward like an army of one and drag the man toward the other side of the alley. He screams and flails around until one of the bikers kicks him in the stomach and slams his head into his knee, knocking him out cold.
    Once they’re out of sight, the biker in front of me pulls my attention back to him. “Did you drive here?”
    Nodding again, I start walking toward my truck, not even looking to see if he’s following me.