Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free PDF

let two of my sisters get taken.
    I should have ordered a lockdown. Knowing what was coming, a smart president would have ordered the lockdown immediately. I could hear my father’s laugh sounding in my head like a damned horn. Over and over again, he just laughed at my stupidity. That alone was causing me to question my ability as a President of my own fucking MC. Was I good enough? Was I strong enough to survive this? Could I keep everyone safe? Was my father right all along?
    My vision blurred, the back of my eyes prickled, and I knew the tears were fighting to make their presence known. Blinking rapidly, I fought to push them back... for now anyway. Everyone was looking to me for strength and leadership and I don’t want to fail them. Not now. Not ever.
    Now wasn’t the time for tears. I’d cry about it all later. Alone.
    I needed to be strong for the girls. Needed to find our missing sisters, and fast.
    Rubbing my hand over my face, I glanced around the room, taking in the somber faces of the other Gypsies. Juju and Trixie had been missing in action for several days now. At first we all thought they were held up somewhere doing their thing. It wasn’t a secret that they were a couple, and we didn’t much care. They were happy and that meant we were happy for them. Different strokes for different folks and all that.
    But when more time passed and still there was no word from them, we began to panic. Every call and text had went unanswered and that’s when we knew something truly awful had happened to them. We made the rounds, checking in at all their usual favorite places until, finally, we found their bikes at a local bar they frequented. But still no word from them.
    The roar of motorcycles, not Harleys, outside the clubhouse immediately drew our attention. We were all accounted for. Almost all of us anyway.
    All of the Gypsies were quickly on their feet, checking their weapons and moving for the main entrance when Siren busted through the front door.
    “A dozen Twisted Bastards are at the front gate,” she shouted.
    It was already getting dark out. The few lights in the parking lot barely illuminated the front gate, but I could see just well enough to make out a small thin figure tied to the metal gate at the entrance.
    Fucking hell.
    I stumbled as I realized Juju was strapped to the gate, her arms and legs spread wide, chains wrapped around her little wrists and ankles. Working my gaze slowly over the disgusting men wearing leather cuts their motorcycles parked in a half circle around the gate, I finally saw a frightened Trixie kneeling on the ground some five feet away from Juju, her wrists bound with a zip tie. Her face was badly beaten, days-old blood dried along her hair line and all along her small face. Her clothing was torn to shreds, revealing her badly beaten body. Christ these men had beaten them something awful. My heart thudded against my ribs as I pushed away thoughts of just what exactly might have been done to the girls while in captivity with these fools.
    Coming to a halt several feet from the gate, I glanced over at Juju. She shook her head from left to right and mouthed an ‘It’s okay’ as tears ran down her battered cheeks and, for a moment, I wasn’t sure what she meant. That’s when the evening wind shifted and I smelled it. Gasoline. A lump rose in my throat strangling me as I balled up my fists. I wanted to badly to kill every single one of these assholes with my bare fucking hands.
    My eyes darted over her body, taking in the dampness of her clothing, and I realized there was nothing I could do. Juju’s mouthed words twisted my gut. Bile rose up my throat, burning the sensitive tissue. The Twisted Bastards had only bothered to show their face to deliver our punishment. No. My punishment.
    “Oh my God!” I choked out.
    A deep voice grabbed my attention, pulling my gaze from Juju, further past the gate. “You bitches have crossed the line. Now it’s time you pay the