The Devil's Pair (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 4)
No fucking way.
“Briley Cross,” Michael said again, an ugly smile spread right across his disgusting face. He gestured at the massive man standing next to him. “My friend here has a few questions for you.”
Without any warning, without even a word, the man (who surely had to be Crusher, with hands like that), punched Briley in the face. It was so fast that she didn’t even see it coming. All she knew was that with a single blow, she was on the floor, her nose was bleeding, and she was utterly terrified already. She suspected that he’d barely used one-tenth of one percent of his enormous strength, and it was still enough to take her down.
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