The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

but wanting to change the subject so things weren’t pointed at her right now.
    Striker didn’t respond right away, just finished cleaning and dressing her wounds, before he finally leaned back. His touch had been gentle and soft, the total opposite of how he looked and carried himself.
    “What did you do to those men, and why do you say they won’t bother me anymore?” She didn’t miss how he hadn’t answered her previous question, or how he’d ignored this one so far. She wanted, no, needed to know, though.
    “You really want to know the gritty fucking details?”
    God, he was so hard, so raw and rough. She felt her body heat. She should feel scared because he was dangerous, but all she felt was safe with him.
    “Yes, I want to know.”
    “You don’t want to know, Elena, because if I told you what I did, you’d be afraid of me, and I don’t fucking want that.”
    He sounded sincere, and she could see in his hard face, in the way he watched her with this protective aura around him, that Striker was unlike any man she’d ever met.
    “I want to know, Striker, because not knowing is almost worse than knowing what you did.” And Elena had a feeling she already knew what he’d done to those assholes, had a feeling he’d taken them out with his bare hands.

Chapter Five

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    M ost women listened to him when he told them that they wouldn’t want to know what he’d done. Elena wasn’t taking the hint, and Striker sat back on his heels, staring at her. She was a beautiful woman, unconventional with her thick hips and huge tits. His cock hardened as he imagined her body naked, taking his cock in whatever hole he desired.
    Pushing that desire to the side, he got to his feet.
    “Striker, please,” she said.
    Gritting his teeth, he leaned on the sink, staring at his reflection. “I’m part of the Soldiers of Wrath.”
    “So?”
    “So, we don’t leave a man alive, and we don’t let anyone who fucks with us live to tell the tale.”
    “Are you saying—?”
    He didn’t give her chance to finish.
    “They’re dead, and if they’re not dead, they will be.”
    She took a deep breath and stood. One of her hands went to her neck, and she took several deep breaths. He watched her tits rise and fall.
    “That’s what you wanted to hear, right?”
    “You killed them?”
    “With my bare hands. It wasn’t exactly hard. They were weak assholes to begin with. If you think they would have spared you a moment’s pain, you’re wrong. They were going to rape you, Elena. Take turns using your body and leave you for dead. They were scum.”
    She held her hand up, and he grasped her wrist. He wouldn’t be silenced.
    “No, you asked the question, and I’m answering it. I’m just as big a monster as they were. You want to report me to the police then I suggest you do so, but if any of my MC brothers find out you did, I can’t protect you. No one speaks out against the MC.”
    “I’m not going to report you.” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I was going to thank you.”
    “What?”
    “They were monsters, and it probably makes me an awful person, but knowing they’re off the street makes me feel so much better. How do you think that makes me feel? I’d rather they be dead than risk them getting away with what they’ve done and doing it again.”
    He felt like utter shit for snapping at her. Releasing her hand, he stepped away, running fingers through his hair.
    “I’m not going to tell anyone what happened. Your secret is safe with me.”
    “I’ll take you home tomorrow morning. Don’t talk to anyone about what happened here.” He left the bathroom, needing a drink. Striker didn’t know what was wrong with him.
    Entering his kitchen, he grabbed a cold beer and pulled the lid off before taking a long drink. No woman had ever gotten under his skin. Fuck, he’d known Elena a matter of hours, and he’d already killed for her. What the fuck did it mean?
    It means nothing.
    She cleared