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    Sold to the MC Men
    Sold to the MC Men
    Sold to the MC Men
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    Sold to the MC Men

    By Sam Crescent

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    • Motorcycle Club

    • Trust

    • Power Dynamics

    • Polyamory

    • Family

    • Found Family

    • Reverse Harem

    • Virgin Heroine

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Forced Proximity

    • Alpha Male

    • Motorcycle Club Romance

    • Love Triangle

    • Pregnancy Romance

    • Bad Boy Romance

    • Romance

    • Loyalty

    • Sexual Exploration

    • Love

    • Virginity

    About this ebook

    After living in foster care most of her life, Leah gets desperate and decides to take a chance and visit her mother, to see if the woman who gave her up has changed. It’s the biggest mistake of Leah’s life.

    Or is it?

    Her mother owes the Broken Devils MC a lot of money, and to help with the debt, Leah is the payment. Five men now own her. Five very strong, scary, sexy, ink-covered men can do whatever they want with her.

    But these men don’t terrify her. Leah finds her place with them, cooking and cleaning. Surrounded by pure lust, Leah has never been with a man, and now, she wants five of them. There’s no way she should fall for them, but one touch, and it’s like fire. Yet it’s not just with one man; it’s with all five of them. She can’t make a decision of who to have, but why should she, when they all want her? Can it work out? Can they share? Is there a way all six of them can have a family and be happy?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateJul 5, 2019
    ISBN9781773399959
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      Enjoyed story and characters. I often don’t appreciate
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    Sold to the MC Men - Sam Crescent

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2019 Sam Crescent

    ISBN: 978-1-77339-995-9

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    SOLD TO THE MC MEN

    Sam Crescent

    Copyright © 2019

    Chapter One

    Edge glanced over at the monitor of the woman currently in the basement of the Broken Devils MC clubhouse. Most of the time, they had their enemies there, waiting to have their judgment passed down. Anyone else who was in that basement, chained up, would be facing a death sentence.

    Their club name was deceiving. None of the men were broken, or at least, as far as Edge knew, none of his men felt damaged in any way. They all owned up to what they’d done in their lives. The only reason they were broken was because they’d all been outcasts. None of them had a place in any other MC, or in the world. They were all alone, just the five of them.

    She’s not screaming, Trick said, coming to stand beside him.

    It’s unusual. Edge didn’t know if he should be pissed off or thankful she wasn’t trashing the place. She simply sat on the bed with her legs curled up against her. Her arms were wrapped around herself, trying not to touch anything.

    The woman looked petrified.

    He didn’t blame her.

    A few hours ago, she’d been free. Now, she belonged to five men. Her addict mother had given her to them in order to keep herself safe. They could use this woman in any way they saw fit, and in doing so, her mother thought her debt was paid in full, until she needed another fix that was.

    Usually, Edge didn’t take family members as payment, but one look at Leah with her terrified green eyes, he hadn’t been able to walk away. She’d ridden with him back to the clubhouse, and he’d felt her shake every single minute of the drive.

    Instead of dealing with her, he’d put a metal cuff around her ankle to keep her in place. She wasn’t even playing with it.

    He didn’t blame her for being here; this was entirely her mother’s doing. He, Trick, Dig, Tank, and Junior were not small men. They were all large, all covered in ink and scars. They weren’t good men. They had all done bad things, and none of them were saints.

    Leah was proof of that.

    If he was a good man, he’d have left her alone and told her mother to take her place. He’d taken her daughter, and now, he didn’t like that twisting in his gut.

    So, now that we’ve got the princess in our dungeon, what do we do? Junior asked, coming to stand beside them.

    Edge rubbed at his eyes, feeling a headache begin to pound behind his temples.

    Just get the cases. I’m done with this shit for now. He walked away from the monitor and made his way outside where Tank and Dig were working on the bikers.

    Am I going to like what you say to me? Edge asked.

    Bikes are good. We’ve unloaded the dope, and it’s in the shed. Marcel called. He wants to have another meet, Tank said, getting to his feet and wiping the grease off his hands.

    Edge nodded. The last person he wanted to speak to was Marcel.

    Marcel was his contact to the mafia where he did a deal for the distribution of drugs. They didn’t need the money, but he liked to keep the mafia in his pocket for if the occasion ever required it.

    I’ll deal with him later.

    Dealing drugs was great, but he also knew it was safer to have breaks between drug runs. The more you did, the more mistakes you made, and in doing so, the cops could take your ass and throw it in jail. He had no intention of ending up in prison, not again.

    He’d done his time when he was in his twenties, and he’d vowed never to go inside again.

    Leaving the bikes to the guys, he headed into his office, making sure he didn’t look at the screen but seeing Junior watching her.

    They didn’t have any women around the club. Edge didn’t trust women. Women could be easily bought. Look at Leah’s mom. She’d been more than happy to ruin her daughter’s life by selling her to them.

    Leah couldn’t be payment for everything her mother wanted, but for now, she would do.

    Edge didn’t like how he’d responded to Leah. One look at the sweet, young virgin and he’d wanted her.

    He was used to women irritating him, and once he got what he wanted, he liked to kick them the fuck out.

    It’s why the clubhouse didn’t have women. They were not allowed on club property unless they were having one of their rare occasions of sharing.

    Leah was in a tough position as she’d been given to the club.

    The Broken Devils MC had five men. That was all.

    His men wanted a piece of her; he knew they did. Her mother had pulled her out, wearing barely any clothes, putting her body, with all those delicious curves, on full view. Her tits had been pressed against her shirt, nearly spilling out, and his mouth had watered. She was only twenty years old, but according to her mother, she was a virgin.

    Leah had confirmed it, and he couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck this woman was getting out of it. Why was she still with her mother, a woman who had no problems selling her?

    He clicked into his computer, bringing up the main camera in the basement.

    She still hadn’t moved, but he watched as she lifted her hand to her eye. She was crying.

    He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to go to her, to hold her in his arms and tell her it would all be okay.

    Nothing was ever going to be okay in her world.

    Leaning back in his chair, he wondered what she’d feel like beneath him, taking that tight, virgin cunt and making her his. If her took her, accepted her, fucked her, his men would want their turn.

    She didn’t belong to him alone. She was part of the club.

    Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog from his brain. The headache was still there, and he needed to think clearly. He didn’t know how long they could keep Leah or if they should just send her back home.

    If he did, her mother would sell her again. When did his life get so fucking complicated?

    ****

    Junior carried the tray of food down to their little guest. Out of all the people they’d had in the basement, Leah was certainly his favorite. She was the first woman they’d ever kept as a prisoner.

    And she was one of the prettiest women he’d seen in a long while. He was used to women who sold their bodies on regular occasions. Leah, she hadn’t been broken in yet by any man, and now she’d been sold to all five of them.

    He didn’t know if he should be sorry for her or not. This was the first time Edge had taken a woman for them all.

    They had all shared a woman in the past, but he’d never taken one as payment. This was new.

    He switched on the light and turned toward the prisoner. She was still sitting on the mattress, her legs curled up. She hadn’t moved an inch since they brought her home.

    Hello there, he said.

    He didn’t like to see her afraid.

    Junior knew he wasn’t a good man, or even a nice man, but he wouldn’t hurt this woman. He wanted to fuck her, not kill her.

    It was amazing how quickly he felt a need to protect this woman. He was never inspired this way, and to have this within a matter of seconds with her startled him.

    He loved all kinds of women, but only if their mouths or pussies were full of cock. Otherwise, he found their voices rather irritating.

    Her gaze looked startled.

    I can’t believe we didn’t leave the light on. That’s our fucked-up bad. I’m so sorry.

    Why are you here? she asked. Are you going to kill me?

    There was a sob to her voice, and it broke his heart to hear. Never. No. We’re not going to kill you.

    But my mom—

    She sold you to us. You’re, like, a whore for us five. He saw her flinch at the word.

    She began to cry. She wants me to steal from you. I just want to go home.

    Junior entered her cell and put the food down on the bed. The chain around her ankle wouldn’t allow her to go anywhere.

    He’d never liked to have his women cuffed, as he liked to have their hands available to him. Having cuffs on a woman just didn’t work for him, and there was no possible way to chain a woman nicely in a dungeon. In his bedroom, she’d get all kinds of special attention. Just seeing the softness of her skin, he wanted to stroke and play with her for days. He kept his hands to himself.

    Your mother wanted you to steal from us?

    Yes, she said if I really am her daughter, I’d be back within a week with more dope and you guys panting after me.

    Really her daughter? Junior knew he didn’t excel in school, but now he was getting really fucking confused.

    Leah sniffled. I’ve been in the foster care system since I was five. My mom tried to sell me to a cop, and he arrested her, and I was thrown into the system. I got out two years ago, and I was curious. I’ve been trying to find my mother. I didn’t remember much about her. I found her about an hour before you arrived. I guess I should have known that it was a danger finding her.

    Shit. Shit. Double shit.

    Erm, you’ve got food there. Junior left the cell. I’ll leave the light on.

    He needed to go and see Edge.

    It wasn’t hard to find him, leaning over some paperwork in his office.

    She was a foster kid.

    Trick was already in the room, and Dig joined them. The only one missing was Tank, but it looked like he was doing some meditation bullshit outside. Junior was all for that fucker doing anything that made him feel. For a long time now, he was convinced Tank had no feelings at all. Nothing bothered the other man.

    What? Edge asked.

    I just took the sandwich down to Leah. She met her mother a couple of hours ago. Fucking whore tried to sell her years ago. She ended up in foster care. She went looking for her mother, and the bitch sold her again. Get this, she wants Leah to prove herself to us.

    How?

    Making us all fall for her and stealing the dope from us.

    And how did you learn this?

    I just talked to her.

    Edge got to his feet, and Junior followed him, aware of Dig and Trick doing the same thing.

    They all walked down to the dungeon.

    Leah was nibbling on the food he’d sent her. He saw she’d pulled out the ham he’d placed inside, and left it. Everything else was being eaten.

    That was good. He was happy to see her eating something. Anything.

    Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on his hips and waited.

    What game are you playing? Edge asked.

    I’m not playing any game. I’m just telling you the truth. You want to hurt me to get back at my mom, but I’m not the best material. She doesn’t know me. Doesn’t want to know me.

    As a kid who grew up in the system, you look a little too innocent for me, he said.

    She snorted. "So because I wouldn’t let anyone mess with me, I look too innocent. I screamed my lungs out the first time one of my

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