Killian – Heartlands Motorcycle Club Read online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)

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Killian - Heartlands Motorcycle Club

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Olivia T. Turner

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There's no one more off-limits to me and the Heartlands crew than the Sheriff's daughter. But once I see her, I know there's nothing I won't do to make her mine.
And I know there's nothing the Sheriff won't do to stop me.
Everyone has always seen me as an outlaw.
A criminal. A thief.
But she doesn't. She sees the big heart under my tough exterior. She sees the man I could be.
I want to be that man for her, but it's hard when the beasts of my past come knocking. When blood debts need to be paid.
And when her father wants my head on a pike for touching his princess.
Hopefully, love is stronger than bullets... Because I'm going to have a lot of them headed my way.
The alpha males of Heartlands Motorcycle Club are the most possessive, devoted, and territorial men in the country when it comes to the ones they love.
Heartlands is a rough and rugged new series of standalone stories. Written by four of the most trusted names in short and steamy romance, each book will get your motors revved and your hearts racing. Guaranteed.
XO, Frankie, Dani, Olivia, and Hope
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Chapter One


The music is loud and shitty, but this place still feels like home. The manager, Ranger, always insists on playing 70’s rock in the Ride or Die bar and he almost broke my hand a few years ago when I tried to change it.

“Your dad’s here,” Walker says as he downs his shot and then motions toward the door with his eyes.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath as I squeeze the beer bottle in my hand. Just what I fucking need right now.

I slowly turn and watch as my dad walks in with Gage. The whole club goes quiet as everyone turns and nods, showing their respect for my old man. He’s the President of the Heartlands Motorcycle Club and he’s like a god to these men. But lately, to me, he’s just a pain in the ass.

Gage, the Vice President, surveys the room with a hard gaze. He would take a bullet for my dad and then rip that bullet out and beat the shit out of it for trying to go near the venerable Troy Conley.

I take a long gulp of my beer as my father makes his way over. He’s wearing a suit today and I have to stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. Mr. Presentable. Mr. Legit. Mr. I Have A Meeting With The Mayor. Mr. Too Little Too Late.

“Hello, Mr. Conley,” Walker says when he stops beside us.

My dad glances at Walker with an unimpressed look and then turns to me. “Killian. I heard that gas station got sold.”

“Yeah,” I say as I look up into his disapproving stare. “Someone was quicker on the trigger. An investor from Texas, I think.”

He puts a hand on the back of my stool and leans in, giving me a whiff of his cologne/cigar scent. “It was all set up,” he hisses. “You should have had it.”

“I tried,” I say with a shrug. “They were faster.”

“The agent told me you didn’t even show up.”

Because I don’t see the point of making ten points a year on an investment when I can make three hundred points in an hour.

“And where’s the deposit I gave you?” he asks as his knuckles turn white from gripping the stool harder.

“I’ll get it to you tomorrow,” I tell him. “I didn’t bring it here, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he mutters as he lets go of the stool and straightens back up.

He gives me one last heated glare and then continues into his office in the back of the bar.

“Goodbye, Mr. Conley,” Walker says, but he gets ignored.

“Smarten the fuck up,” Gage warns me as he follows my father.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath as Ranger comes over with another beer. He plops it in front of me and then puts his hands on the bar.

“I thought you could use this. I know I always needed one after I spoke with my dad.”

I take a swig and close my eyes as the cold beer spills down my throat. “I guess you don’t need it now that you have a pretty young girl warming your bed.”

He laughs. “Nope. I don’t.”

“Must be nice.”

He nods, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him. I’m thrilled for Ranger even if all that pussy has made him lose his edge a little.

“You should find a girl too,” he says as he starts putting the clean glasses away. “Settle down. Follow your dad’s advice. This club is going clean. There’s no point in fighting it.”

Walker’s phone beeps. He grabs his bag and hits my arm. “Let’s go.”

I stand up and toss some cash onto the bar. “We’re bikers, Ranger. Not accountants. There’s no point in fighting that.”

Ranger is shaking his head as we leave. We slap hands with a couple of people and then pass the bouncer Bulldog on the way out.

“Hey,” Bulldog grunts from behind us. “No selling that shit in the parking lot.”

“I’m meeting a girl,” I lie.

He’s not buying it. I gulp when I see him cross his arms over his massive chest. His knuckles are freakishly large and dangerously hard. I saw him knock out three guys with two punches once. I know that seems impossible and no one believes me when I say it, but it’s true. I have the blood-splattered shirt to prove it.

The beast has LOVE HARD tattooed across his knuckles and I know that if he catches me selling this shit, I’ll have DRAH EVOL imprinted on my forehead. Probably permanently.

“Come on,” Walker says as he picks up the pace, jogging down the street. We stop when the shitty music of the bar is just a dull murmur in the background. I look around at the dark town of Seneca with all of the closed businesses as Walker texts the guy to meet us here.

Less than a minute later, a car drives in, blinding us with its headlights.