Torch (Phoenix MC #6)

by Mia Fury

“Torch?” He turned barely focused eyes on me, and I wanted to cry for how desolate he looked. How broken.

Logically, I know what you’re saying is true, but some part of me just wants to take a torch to him and watch him burn, screaming for mercy, all the while knowing he won’t get any.” Yikes.

“Wait. That’s the reason for your name? You burn people, to hurt them?”

Burn by TX2

I followed her and locked the door, then I grabbed Torch’s hand, and led him to the bathroom I’d spotted off the main room. Once inside, I locked that door too, and dropped to my knees.

“Babe?” “Use me, Torch. Take what you need from me, so you can be strong for what comes next. I’m your whore, remember?”

“I’m not hurting, except for the fact that I’m heartbroken for you. You need this, just like I needed it last night. Use me. Do whatever you want to me. Cover me in cum, if it makes you feel better. I’m yours, Torch.”

“Babe, you’re right about one thing. You’re definitely fucking mine, and I can’t let you go now. You’re gonna be my old lady.”

“Yes, I will. Torch, use your whore. Degrade her. She’s waiting for you.”

All that mattered was his pleasure, and that was getting me off too.

Pleasure Dom by Manic Kazzy

He’s a twisted bastard when it comes to sex, but he cares. He loves me. He actually loves me.

Love Me Luke You Do by Ellie Goulding

“Always, Torch. I love you, you twisted bastard.” He chuckled softly.

“And I love you, whether you’re on your knees taking my cock, or bossing me around in that hot doc voice of yours.” We both suddenly sobered, as reality crashed back down on us. Time to face the music.

Twenty-Six

Torch

“Is it true, man?” Rocket asked, standing up as we passed him. He’d been good friends with Micro too, so I could see how he’d be feeling pretty much like I was. Lost and fucking confused. Betrayed.

Grace kept walking with me, and it suddenly occurred to me that this wasn’t happening. Fuck no. “Babe, you can’t.” She lifted her eyebrows at me, sassy doc mode engaging right before my eyes.

have every right to support my man, Mr North. What if you need me? What if someone gets injured down there? I bet Ice is down there, and he needs to be careful of his face. It’s only butterfly stitches, but if he re-injures it, it could need more.” Fuck. Finally I agreed to let her come with, as long as she stayed outside the door unless she was needed.

As it turned out, she wasn’t the only old lady hovering out there when we arrived. I nodded at the group of ladies, as I squeezed past and reached for the door handle. Whatever the fuck...

had to focus on the facts here, and on what we’d find out. I might be the only one rooting for him in the end, and I still had a big issue with the fact that one of my closest friends buried a knife in my back, and left me for dead.

“This fucking club is an abomination, but you already know that.” The fuck? I glanced at Ryder and saw him looking just as confused as I felt. Abomination? This club?

“The old club was worth a million of this fucking joke of an MC. You think this is better? You’re dumber than I thought, but maybe that’s because the drugs have eaten that tiny fucking brain of yours.” Silence fell in the wake of his words. The old club? The lawless, twisted, violent club that Reacher and Stitch had been forced to shut down and rebuild? Was he serious? He’d only been with this club two years, only patched for one of those, so how the fuck did he even know anything about the old club?

“Ask him about his connection to the old club. I have a suspicion he’s avenging someone or something.” Reacher’s eyes widened and he groaned.

“Tell me about your father, Micro.”

Grace

“I’d applaud you for finally finding a fucking brain cell at last, but I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment. This club was something back then. Before you two pissed all over his fucking legacy. He was a real president. He ran this club with an iron fist, and it was supposed to be mine!”

“Your father, Micro? You mean that sick fuck, Leif?” Lissa gasped, pressing one hand over her mouth, as she stared at us with wide eyes. What the hell were we missing now? Micro chuckled quietly. “Yeah. He was the real fucking deal, but you lot are pussies. I was meant to take over, but you fucking murdered him!”

“You’re seriously saying you’re the son of Leif Jacobsen, former president of Godless Warriors?”

“Leif Jacobsen was my father, and I had no idea he had a son too.”

“He was a psycho, Micro, and you know it. A monster. I only saw him a few times when I was growing up, but I was terrified of him.” “Most women were, babe. It’s just because of his alpha energy. The guy was a fucking god.”

Twenty-Seven

Stitch called a break, and dragged us all from the room, locking Micro inside. Micro. We’d been friends for a few years, closer than friends. Brothers. How the fuck was this possible? I know I’d asked myself a million times, but I was no closer to an answer. He was Leif’s son? And apparently that made him Lissa’s brother? What the fuck?

I don’t think I’d ever known that little fact about her, in fact, maybe nobody really did, except for Ice, the Pres, and the VP. Clearly it wasn’t a big problem for her, but apparently Micro had been here in the club purely to fuck with us. He’d lasted for two years, or had he? Had he been working against us for so long, that there were a thousand more things he might own up to, that we’d never realise were him?

Seeing him sitting there, tied, and at risk of death was bad enough, but the fact that he was so unapologetic, and defiant, it just all proved the point I kept wanting to deny. He did this. He did all of it. Killi...

“I’m so fucking screwed up by this. How could it be him? How the fuck has one of my closest friends been stabbing us in the back this whole time? Stabbing me in the back. Fuck.”

I Lost A Friend by FINNEAS