Morgue (Iron Tzars MC #11) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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“Good. Because even though I don’t want to risk you getting hurt, I don’t want another woman to have to go through what I did. Or worse.” I frowned. “Why do you think they didn’t sell me as long as I was there?”

“Wylde is looking deeper into the whole nest of vipers, but he thinks they were holding out for a better price. I know that sounds harsh, but it saved you worse trauma than what you had to endure.”

“I know.” I kissed him again because I had to. If I lived with this man a hundred years, I doubted I’d ever tire of his kisses. “So, it will be a while before you have to do anything else?”

“Yeah. I won’t let anything slip up on you, Dorothy. I’ll give you as much notice as I can if I have to leave. And I swear to you, I’ll do everything in my power to always be home to you within a day. Especially until you get used to the club.”

“I appreciate it. Blossom said I could borrow Sparkle any time I needed her.”

Morgue grinned at me. “Speaking of Sparkle, I have something for you.”

He stood and slung on some pants. I reached for my T-shirt -- which was really Morgue’s shirt -- and slipped it over my head. “Wait here,” he said, his face bright with excitement. I’d never seen this side of Morgue before. It was almost an oxymoron, Morgue looking happy.

He left the room and came back a few moments later with the absolutely most adorable dog I’d ever seen.

“Oh, my God! Who is this?” I reached for the dog. He happily wiggled from Morgue’s arms to mine. The little hellion licked my face like he’d found a long-lost friend. The thing’s little tail was wagging up a storm. It might have weighed eight or ten pounds and had long, wiry hair. His face, feet, and tail were darker than his body. And he looked familiar. “What kind of dog is he?”

“A Cairn Terrier.” Morgue grinned. “Name’s Toto.”

I froze, then blinked at the dog. “Well. No wonder you look familiar.” I giggled. Toto barked once, his tail still wagging.

That night, Morgue explained about the club tattoo and all it meant. I could never leave him or the MC. Which was fine by me. I never wanted to be away from Morgue. He said we’d get with Ace, who’d help us design the tattoo. Apparently, the women of Iron Tzars were tattooed the same as the men. Since I was an old lady now, I got a special one. The men had all agreed to get ring tattoos on their left ring finger to symbolize their wedding rings and as a show of solidarity with the women who got their property tattoos as well as their property vests. I’d like to say I was disturbed at the thought of being someone’s property, but honestly, I was Morgue’s property. Just like he was mine.

As we lay in bed after making love again, we watched the sun set through the bedroom window. It dipped behind the hills in a dazzling display of pinks, purples, and oranges. I couldn’t help but wonder what my future held. One thing I knew for sure, Morgue would be at my side. Through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, to the grave do us part. And beyond. And I couldn’t be happier about it.

With Morgue, I could survive anything.

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