Rift.
Book one of the "Veterans" MC series.
Mason Ashford is a former marine, also known as Rift, his road name. He is a hard around the edges man. Involved in the VETERANS MC, he has a family that he wants to protect. He always jokes around, but un...
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This is going… great? Okay, if you asked me what the hell is going on, for the life of me I wouldn’t know.
We were told to ‘sit and wait’ in this.. Room?
Nova was sitting on a chair on the right of the small room, holding Cici’s son, Franco, trying to get him to sleep. Cici on the other hand was looking out the window on the left side of the ‘cabin’ in the afternoon sun with a worried expression on her face. Ricko, the ten year old, as always was trying to get a reaction out of Anna by annoying the living hell out of her. But being Anna, she didn’t even blink at him. She just scowled and looked out of the right window. She was sitting on some kind of wooden plank at the back of the room, trying to assess the situation as best as she could.
I on the other hand just stood in front of a man called Rift, who names their kid Rift, I don’t know. Big man, tattoos all over, neck, arms, and I don’t even wanna know where else. Dark brown eyes with neck-long dark hair. Muscles that went on for days. And I admit, I was trying not to moan at the sight of this gorgeous man. I need to get laid, this can't continue happening to me.
Anyway, He was looking down at me with crossed arms, muscles bulging out of his own skin as he narrowed his eyes at me. “What?” I asked, crossing my own arms now, narrowing my eyes too. I can do it too! I think?
He didn’t answer, he just waited there for almost half an hour, staring at me like some crazed animal, oh what the hell?
Anna was now angry, she had risen from the wooden plank and stood in front of it, a sign of self control as she glared at the men that had gathered in the room. Rift and Shaw, the two that we met earlier at the factory, were there. Shaw had dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes, his body also full of tattoos.
Three more stood behind Rift, assessing each one of us. One of them Rift introduced as Tucker, light brown eyes and brown hair, he too, was tattooed to the bone. It seems it was normal with these motorcycle club guys. Yes, we were now in an MC territory and Anna couldn’t be more pissed. This was going to go sideways really fast.
There were two more men, Spade, as he introduced himself to us, the nicest out of all of them. Black hair with brown eyes, a sight to admire for days. And the last one, Satan, I won’t comment on the name, it is now a given that some of them, if not all, go around with nicknames instead of names.
That man, Satan, black long hair at the middle and shorter at the sides with dark green eyes was leaning against the wall on the right side lighting up a cigarette and Anna was looking intently at that said cigarette. She hadn’t had one in over a week and she probably was itching to snatch it out of his long tatted fingers.
Nova and Cici stood in front of Anna, a sign for her. Telling her not to do anything stupid. I was where I stood half an hour ago, well see? I can also stand my ground.
