Marek (Knights Corruption MC #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

no wives or girlfriends allowed, only familiar party favors, aka club whores.
    “Sure thing,” I promised. “Get ahold of Zip and Hawke and tell them to make a liquor run. We’re running low,” I said, flipping the couch right-side up, cursing those DEA assholes with every flick of my eyes around the shambled room. “Then tell Ryder and Jagger to make their usual calls.”
    A ruckus was precisely what I needed right about then.

    The clubhouse was a flurry of activity. Men chugging their favorite poison while barely clad women draped themselves around the member of their choice. Loud music and a cloud of smoke hung thick in the air while some snuck off to the back rooms for a quick fuck. It was exactly the kind of distraction I needed, and I welcomed it with open arms. I allowed my men to engage in a carefree night because, come tomorrow, we had to plan our revenge—on not only Koritz, but our biggest enemy.
    The feud between the Knights Corruption and the Savage Reapers dated back to when I was a kid. But the real war began three years ago, and I was gonna be the president who finally put an end to those bastards, tearing them apart one by one. The reason for the battle was rooted in greed, mainly on the part of the Reapers, although my club wasn’t innocent. We hadn’t taken it to the extremes, however, killing off rival members solely for the purpose of getting rich.
    No, they’d crossed the line.
    Time and time again.
    Swallowing the rest of my drink, I tapped the bar and signaled for Trigger to pour me another. “You sure you want to get shit-faced while there’s plenty of pussy round here?” he teased, jerking his chin toward one of the wannabes walking straight for us. We referred to them as wannabes, amongst other things, because their ultimate agenda was to become someone’s old lady. But the thing they didn’t realize was there was no way a patched member was gonna make an honest woman out of someone who’d slept with half the club. The prospects, however, didn’t know any better, until, of course, we explained the way things worked around here.
    “Hi, Marek,” Shelley cooed, kissing my cheek before whispering in my ear how she wanted to suck my dick until I shot my load down the back of her throat. She was attractive enough, her shoulder-length blonde hair cut into the latest trend, and a body made for a good time. Her tiny shirt showcased her perky tits and, although she wore a mini skirt, she was practically naked.
    The attribute I liked most about Shelley was that, while I knew she wanted to be tied to me in the worst way, she didn’t push too hard. Knowing damn well I’d replace her with someone who was only going to give me what I wanted. Sex. Nothing more.
    I tended to stick with one piece of ass at a time, having no tolerance in my world for jealous bitches who could turn a good ruckus into an all-out brawl. Once I had my fill, I released them to have sex with whomever they wanted, never to be touched by me again.
    Downing the shot Trigger placed in front of me, the slow burn of the liquor clouded my thoughts, quieting all the shit rattling around inside my head. After another two shots, I rose from my seat, grabbed Shelley’s hand and dragged her back to my room, the sound of her satisfied laughter following me down the long, darkened hallway.
    Her whispers in the common room were enough incentive for me to unzip my pants and give her what she wanted. Pulling myself from my jeans, I pushed down on her shoulders. “On your knees, sweetheart,” I demanded, leaning my head back against the wall while I waited for her to wrap her plump lips around my cock.
    “Can’t I have a kiss first, Marek?” she whispered, leaning in until her mouth was a little too close to mine.
    “You know I don’t kiss, Shelley.” Putting more pressure on her shoulders, she finally obeyed and sank to her knees, pulling me into her mouth immediately, sucking me off quicker than she normally did. I wasn’t