CUT (New Adult Dark Romance) Read Free

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    “Where are they taking him?”
     
    Acre and Marlo turned, teeth flashing. “Don’t worry bout it, we’ve got a little asian girl in back who’s a miracle worker with a needle and thread.”
     
    Marlo chuckled, “She can lick my wounds any day.”
     
    I watched him grip his crotch, as if I needed the visual. It was hard being around men like this… Men who don’t think twice about breaking laws. My hands trembled as I considered drinking the beer they had handed me earlier. If I was lucky, maybe I could be drunk enough that Jude wouldn’t hurt me tonight…
     
    I pushed the thought out of my head, turning away from the bottle. I’d seen what alcohol had done to my own family. My father might have been a judge, but that didn’t stop him from being an alcoholic. Maybe if he was a better father I wouldn’t have left in the first place. Maybe I wouldn’t be here…
     
    I looked down at my feet, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down. Before I knew it, I was caught by surprise as a finger hooked over the bottom edge of my chin and pulled it upward, taking my eyes with it.
     
    Black…
     
    He smiled up at me on the hightop bar, gesturing toward the still-full bottle. “You know, drinking isn’t becoming of a lady.”
     
     
     
    His voice was somehow dangerous and comforting with its light southern accent. I stared down at his vest, eyes scanning the ‘President’ badge before settling on his arm, the shoulder clearly dislocated.
     
    “I haven’t touched it,” I replied, adding quietly “I think you need a doctor.”
     
    “Don’t worry bout that,” Black said softly, noticing my concern, “happens all the time.”
     
    Without hesitation, he turned toward a steel pillar against a nearby wall, slamming his body into it. His arm popped sickly back into the socket, my flesh tingling at the sight of it. Not a hint of pain on his face, Black turned back to me, reaching up and pulling the bottle from my hands. “Acre, Marlo, give me a minute with Jude’s old lady.”
     
     
     
    Marlo chuckled as they looked at each other, stepping away. The party was clearly getting even wilder, and it wasn’t long before Black and I had the bar to ourselves. He stepped between my legs, the only man in this room so far that didn’t spend all his time staring at my cleavage. I looked into his eyes, their depths so dark and cold… And dangerous.
     
     
     
    “What’s your name,” he asked?
     
    “Kattlyn.”
     
    “Course it is… Sweet innocent little Kattlyn,” he said, the deep voice rolling through my body. I felt his hand press against my thigh ever so lightly.
     
    “Only not so sweet, or innocent,” I replied, putting on a tough face. Black’s hand slid softly up my thigh toward my hips. I felt warmth rising in my body despite all attempts to avoid it. My cheeks flushed red. Maybe it was his wide jaw, maybe it was his dark eyes, maybe it was because he’d just beaten down the one person I both loved and hated above all others…
     
    I wanted him.
     
    I wanted him in a way I hadn’t wanted someone since I first met Jude. I always had a thing for the bad boys, and Black was everything I should avoid. My traitorous body and wild hormones didn’t care about the warnings my brain was firing. Jude would kill me if he even thought I felt this way. He’d kill us both without a second thought. I pushed the hint of lust down, hiding it inside. The spark in Black’s eyes told me I didn’t hide it fast enough.
     
    “You don’t belong here, Kattlyn.”
     
    “I’m here with Jude,” I said strongly, screwing my face into annoyance.
     
    “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. I was born into this shit. My father started this club and I fought next to him since I was old enough to walk. It’s where I belong, it’s where fucking Jude belongs. I know it when I see it. Look at your big beautiful icy blues.