Broken Wings Read online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty (Royal Bastards MC – Louisville KY #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Royal Bastards MC - Louisville KY Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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The last however many days have been a blur of words I don’t understand or want to hear. Especially when they say the word coma. That’s bad. I’ve looked it up and what I found wasn’t fuckin’ good, not good at all. They spoke about numbers and shit like that, but I don’t really understand it much.

All I understand is dying and vegetative state. Those ain’t good either. I don’t know what I’ll do if she dies, and if she goes into one of them long comas where she eventually dies anyway, what will I do?

I’ve tried to stay at the hospital as much as I can, but they’ve got some security team there now that’s been runnin’ interference between me and her.

She’s a minor and I’m not. She’s still under her parent’s legal guardianship. Not like I could do anything even if she wasn’t. My old man’s buddy, a lawyer, explained it to me. She isn’t able to give any kind of consent, so she’s under their care.

Fuckers. They say this is my fault, every damn bit of it. They ain’t wrong, but fuck if I wouldn’t go back in time and put myself in her position if I could.

I’d die and go to where I’m supposed to if I could just save her ass from all this shit.

“Coy,” Gremlin calls to me as I walk out of the clubhouse and head to my bike.

“What?” I ask as I mount my bike and stand it up, kicking the kickstand up.

“You headin’ to the hospital?” he asks as he walks past me to his bike.

Staring at him, I wonder just how fucking thick he is to even bother askin’. I’ve been going there every day since the accident.

Nodding my head, I say, “Yeah.”

“Alright, let’s go,” he grunts.

“Any reason you’re comin’?” I ask.

“Yeah, I gotta talk to you about some shit.”

I try not to sigh. “Club business?”

The Royal Bastards are my family and my life, but right now I need things to just fucking pause so I can fall apart for a few moments in my timeline. I need time to come to terms with knowing that the longer Allie stays the way she is, the more likely it is that our last words have already been spoken.

Nodding his head, I can see the understanding on his face, but he says “Yeah, got shit we need to go over.”

Time waits for no man’s tragedies.

“Alright, we’ll do it there. Not like I can get past the waiting rooms, anyways.”

“Nah, I also got a plan for that,” he says with a smirk.

“Seriously?” I ask and for the briefest of moments I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yup,” he grins and starts his bike.

He revs the engine for a couple beats before looking back to me.

Fuck me, this is not gonna be good. Well, I mean it will, but I know we’re about to get in some shit.

Smiling over at him, I nod my head and then tear ass out of the clubhouse parking lot.

Just the possibility of getting more than a brief passing look of Allie has my heart thumping nonstop in my chest.

Walking up the stairwell to the third floor, I look over at Gremlin and still can’t believe I’m gonna get to see Allie.

See and maybe touch her again.

“One thing I need to talk to you about though, before we get started,” he says and looks over at me seriously.

“Yeah?” I pause on the landing, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re not in the right spot for the shit coming down the pipe, brother. I know this shit’s got your focus, and we as a family understand that,” he says. “But shit is happening soon, and I need to know you’re gonna be with the club. You can’t live in two worlds; you won’t ever win this girl’s parent’s approval.”

My mind blanks for a long time. I don’t have an answer to anything he’s just said to me. I know I need to keep fucking moving, keep Allie in my heart and keep the club in my head.

“I ain’t gonna go straight for her parents when all this shit’s over with. She’s coming home to be with her old man,” I say firmly.

“Even if she asks you to?”

That’s a tough question, her or the club? Do I have an answer for that?

“She wouldn’t, and if she does, I’ll chain her up in the clubhouse,” I say with a smile.

And for the first fucking time since this shit happened, I actually feel like I’m giving a real smile.

“Fuck, man, that’s a good answer,” he snickers before he starts taking his kutte and shirt off.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask as he hands me his kutte. “You ain’t, uh, tryin’ to tell me somethin’, are you?”

Looking at me, he grins even bigger. “Been awhile since I’ve been behind some bars, but this should do the trick.”


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