Published on 8-30-15 Genres: Dark, Romantic Suspense
My name is Dallas 'Edge' Masson and I'm the Soulless Bastards MC's enforcer.
I was raised by an evil bastard.
The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
I have personal business.
Whisper is my business.
I will be her judge and jury.
My father may have been Hell's Bastard, but he was still my father.
They say blood is thicker than water.
I'm about to find out.
Life has been a bitch to me.
I don't even know my full name.
I was a secret.
Miss Catherine changed my life.
I have friends.
I trust in people.
But then it all had to be wrenched away from me.
READERS PLEASE NOTE: Hell's Bastard is a series. Dark romance is dark, it is supposed to be and this is a suspense series. This is dark suspense romance genre with MC influence.
One bullet to maim and cause pa—
“Ooph!” is all I can grunt out as I’m slammed sideways into the ground from the place I had been stalking my prey.
One second, I was aiming at the old whore so I could give her a taste of pain before we got down to business, and the next, I’m bulldozed sideways as I pull the trigger, my head bouncing off the ground like a crash dummy.
What the fuck?!
A heavy body lands on me, and then a jaw-crunching blow hits my face, which feels like a sledge hammer has tried to take my head off. I’m left dazed and disorientated in the dirt.
I was pissed before, but now I’m fucking furious. Rage has me twisting about on the ground, trying to see what the fuck just happened.
From the flat-on-my-back position I’m in, I’m trying to focus on the female I shot and the other threat that blindsided me. I can just make out she’s struggling with a big guy. I slowly get to my feet, swaying all over the place like a goddamn drunk fool, when I’m hit hard from the back, my skull taking the full brunt.
For fuck’s sake, you gotta be kidding me.
I go down like a sack of potatoes and the lights turn out.