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Hulk

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Josh didn’t plan on getting shot by a rival gang but none the less here he was laid up on a operation table fighting for his life. After surgery he’s stuck in the hospital for a few days bored out of his mind. Just a precaution to make sure everything went well after surgery. McKenzie is visiting her sick grandfather at the hospital when these two cross paths. Will the blonde bombshell fall for the rough and rugged biker?

My first attempt at a MC romance book. Should be fun, please read comment and subscribe. Love to get feedback for the book.

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Chapter 1 Glancing at my watch I read 2:30am. 2 f*****g 30 in the goddamn morning why the f**k did I agree to do this. Oh yeah, my asshole of a twin brother wanted to go get his d**k wet in that hot little ass from the bar yesterday. f*****g owes me bigtime. Turning to Mark I mutter, “where the f**k are they?’. He shrugs, “maybe they got lost on the way, we are in the middle of buttfuck nowhere asshole”. Glaring at me as if I was the one to choose this crappy location, piece of s**t. There was nothing around but woods, trees and trees for miles. Not the full leafy green trees you see on postcards, they more closely resembled the ones from Halloween. Bare of leaves and nothing but branches and sticks. The moon was bright out tonight and the fog was rolling in giving the forest a f*****g creepy ass look. The sound of an owl in the distance didn’t help either. This place was creepy as f**k but did double as a perfect location to do the drop off. All we had to do was exchange the duffle bag for the money, and then hightail it home. Home, to my nice warm king bed and away from this s**t. Throwing up my hands in frustration I turn to Mark, “Dude, don’t start with me I don’t want to be here either”. f*****g creepy as s**t out here and I don’t get creeped out easily. Barely finishing my sentence, I hear the roar of approaching motorcycles. “Sounds like the f*****g welcoming party has arrived”, Mark smirked. I hated entering other clubs’ territories but we needed to pass off these drugs so I could take my ass home and get some sleep. Worst idea ever, going on a binger yesterday knowing I had to ride out here. But man was it a good time, no regrets. Turning back to the men approaching I notice Jackson. Jackson Stewart the youngest member to be elected president for the “Hard Nuckles” motorcycle club. Located in this small basic ass town of “Strentin”. He was one mean motherfucker with one of the most notoriously f****d up brutal reputations. He gained his spot as pres by taking it by force. Slowly moving up in his club, he finally got to a place where he started challenging the current president at the time. The man seriously gave zero f***s. Walked up to the man, his own pre, while he was chilling in the clubhouse and shot him 10 times in cold blood. Then asked if anyone had an issue with what he did? Who the f**k would argue with a man that shot someone and didn’t even bat an eye nor have any remorse. He had the eyes of a psychopath, ice blue, cold and harden with time. Black hair slicked back, and his usual attire; a fitted black suit with dress shoes to match. Even I had to admit the guy had some style. Raising his hands up to single to his guys I caught the glint of the holster hidden beneath his suit jacket it housed guns on both of his sides. This was not a man to be messed with. f**k! Goddamn, that asshole owes me big. Grabbing the duffel bag, I signal to Mark and we slowly start to approach the group. He had 4 guys with him and all of them were mean looking motherfuckers. “Sorry to keep you waiting gentlemen but I had business to attend to prior to the meet up”. He starts, glancing between me and Mark, I shrug. “No, it’s fine Jackson we haven’t been waiting for that long”. Hmm, better not piss off a psychopath. Don’t want that fucker hunting me like he did the last guy that pissed him off. The man didn’t even do anything crazy. Ha! Told Jackson there was a better route for a drug run and his idea was nonsense. Jackson took it in a very different way. He took it as the man was questioning even challenging his authority and intelligence to lead the club. Word got out that he put a hit out on the guy. He had decided to make an example of him, not just to warn his guys what would happen if they crossed him but other MCs as well. Jackson did everything in his power until he found the man. He found a remote location and called every single one of his club members there as well as the Presidents and VPs of the surrounding MCs. Then he pulls up with his VP in a truck. Both got out and approached the group, he nodded, and his VP started walking to the back of the truck. That’s when everyone started getting nervous as f**k. He approached his men giving a speech about unity and how the club would run and bullshit yada yada. Then his VP comes back around the truck with the dude he had been looking for! Bound and gagged he threw him on the ground before everyone. The VP walks back and this time he has a woman bound and gagged. This is where everyone went silent and the tension grew thick enough to be cut with a knife. He didn’t shoot him, no said it would be to easy and he didn’t handle disloyal people the same as he handled other things. He walked up to the woman and gave her to the VP and said make sure she watches. Took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie. He grabbed a bag from the truck. Laid down a tarp, pulled out a bucket and some bleach. Dragged the man to the center of the tarp. Covered him in lighter fluid he dragged out the bag. Slits the guy’s throat, a jagged cut, more painful he smiled. SMILED, f**k. Then he lit the dude on fire. He made her watch, he wanted to make sure she knew why he did it and what happened. He made us all watch the man burn. The smell of burnt flesh, bleach and fire heavy in the air. Her screams were the only sound. Piercing the air like a dying animal, shrill and loud. Not even I understood why she was there exactly, but he cleared that up, and that part I like to forget. She was the dudes wife, 5 months pregnant with their first child and had no clue as to what was going on. Who the f**k does that? Uh, a crazy person. As if that wasn’t enough, Jackson grabbed an axe and started chopping up what was left of the guy up into pieces. Throwing them in a bucket he started cleaning up the scene, no trace no evidence he muttered to himself. After everything was done he disposed of it in the bucket as well. Taking a brush out his truck he fixed his hair using the side mirror of the truck. Straightening his tie, he donned his suit jacket and approach the group. His eyes are something I’ll never forget. Crazed and wild like a caged animal given freedom. He was a man who enjoyed the act of taking a life. Walking back to the woman he stabbed her 5 times in the stomach, in precise spots showing he had planned this out in detail. He shoves her toward his VP and says rush her to the hospital and make sure she lives. Smiling even broader he throws back his head and laughs. Putting the rest of the stuff and the bucket in his truck he glances one last time at the crowd, let’s not have a repeat of this guys. Getting into his car he drives off. Psychopath! And now I had to approach the guy. Handing over the bag for the cash the exchange was quick and short. Mark and I start walking back to our bikes when he asks us where my brother was. I make a quick excuse at the same time Marks does. I turn towards Mark to say what the f**k and that when it happened. “Gentlemen I loathe liars and I know precisely where he is.”, test failed. And that about all I recall. Now here I was in a hospital bed trying to figure out what happened afterwards. Struggling to open my eyes, I knew I had visit from my family/ as well as everyone from the MC. How much time had best I could only guess from others and what they said. A week or two. Not too bad if you ask me. Upon hearing my brothers voice, he was close probably standing next to me, I fight through the exhaustion. Finally, I’m able to peel back my eyelids and I see dipshit staring back at me. Shocked, we stare at each other, smirking I raise my hand and punch him in the face. Catching him off guard he flies into the wall behind him. Stupid son of a b***h. The noise gains everyone’s attention, doctors and nurses run into the room. I struggle to sit up much to their protest not to. I point at my brother, “f**k you and that psychopath”. Feeling a stab, I turn in time to see the nurse pull a needle out my side. You need to calm down, everyone one is yelling at me. Well that should do the trick I thought just before I passed out once again. I earned a nickname I found out a few days later. Codename the HULK, dumb people had nothing better to do then gossip about me, psh. I even had my own personal security guard along with one from the MC. Who was to blame? Not me, ha. I was just a victim in all this, poor defenseless me, conned by my big brother into doing something bad. My mom soaked it up like a sponge. Thinking about it brings a smile to my face whenever I think about it. She just stared him down and then the attack started, that bag of hers went swinging through the air faster than lightening. He didn’t even have time to run. Chuckling I continue onward. I was wheeling down the hall to physical therapy or PT when I saw an angel. Well, well, well, what a lovely sight. Bent over talking to an older man in a wheel chair. She turns slightly and oh f**k it was him. Albert or whatever, I may be the reason he is still here. I may have pushed him while in the PT room. I may have gotten annoyed he was taking too long, and I was after him. I may be the reason he went from a short stay from being knee surgery to a longer stay with a broken hip. But whose blaming anyone, wasn’t a witness to the fall just he say she say nonsense. He went faster through PT after that. How was I supposed to know he had just had surgery on his left knee, at least he fell on his right side. Sneering he glares at me, didn’t even blink once. I smile and wave, greeting him I approach the group. “Hey, Albert! Buddy how are you doing today?”. “Piece of s**t”, silence falls. I struggle hard coughing a little to hold in the laugh. The angel turns to him and gives him a stern talking to. “I’m sorry my name is Mckenzie Clerten. My grandpa didn’t mean that! He is just cranky because he fell and must be here longer. Hates hospitals.”

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