Size Matters (Chaos and Carnage MC #1) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chaos and Carnage MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“Okay, this isn’t creepy at all.”

It was creepy. Super creepy, but she tried to ignore it, wondering at the same time what was wrong with Bull.

Chapter Fifteen

“You are not a guest here,” Bull said the moment they were inside his warehouse at the back of the clubhouse.

He didn’t want to have this discussion with William back at the clubhouse. They had already checked for wires. He didn’t trust anyone, not even a crime lord like William.

“And here I was thinking we were becoming good friends.”

“Cut the crap. We both know there’s no friendship here. We’re two completely different people. Now just tell me what you want,” he said.

All Bull wanted to do was return to his woman. He didn’t like her being alone in the club. If Gaz wanted his patch, he’d keep an eye on her and make sure nothing happened to her. Most of the guys knew who she was and would steer clear, but there were a few who’d see her as fresh meat.

Just thinking about that made his hands clench into fists.

Maddie was his. All his.

“It is a nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks. What are you doing?” Bull asked.

“Did you look into the dogfighting ring?” William asked. All playfulness was gone from his expression.

“Beyond your brother and George, no. I took care of it.”

“I’m reaching into my jacket pocket for a picture,” William said.

“Go for it.” He was bored of this.

William approached him, and their men drew guns.

“Enough,” William said. “We are not here to fight.”

Bull waved his hand for his men to put down their weapons and then took the photograph from William’s hand. “This isn’t me,” he said.

“I know it’s not you. I looked into your history and you have never delivered heads of dead family members.”

“I’m sorry about your brother.” Bull looked toward the door to see Grant guarding it.

As much as he hated his brother from time to time, the man was still his flesh and blood, and he would never do anything to kill him. He may want to, but Grant was family. The only family he had left.

“Thank you.”

“Do you know who killed him?” Bull asked.

“Have you ever heard of the Vito Crew Cartel?”

Bull tensed. They were one of the cartel crews he had no choice but to still have dealings with.

“You know I do.”

“I know that the cartels are a tough gang to get rid of. They’re fucking pests,” William said.

“Look, I’m sorry about your brother, but I do not need you to go and stick your problems into our club’s messes. I’m dealing with the Vito Crew. I don’t know what your brother did—”

“They’re the ones who reached out to George,” he said.

“What?”

“Permission to reach inside my jacket.”

“For fuck’s sake, just do it. You’re the one to call this meeting, and last time I checked, we left this on good terms, but if you keep being cryptic, this is going to get bloody.”

“Does your impatience have anything to do what that woman here?”

Bull tensed up again. “You don’t talk about my woman, got it?”

William smirked. “It will be. Here.”

He had a file, and Bull snatched it from him, losing his patience with every passing second.

“I make it my business to know who is playing close to home. The Vito Crew Cartel has been running drugs through my city. They got to my brother. He was addicted to their … product. He showed weakness, and from that moment, they were in. I don’t know what they want from this town, but the fact they had started to do business right underneath your nose without you realizing, I say we both have a problem.”

Bull looked through the file and he didn’t like what he saw.

The Vito Crew were never supposed to be on Carnage property, but right here, clear as a picture, they were calling the shots.

He didn’t know how William had gotten the proof of George’s involvement, but there on the arms of one of the men in the photograph was the mark around the man’s wrist that marked him as a Vito.

Snapping the file closed, he looked up at William. “Your brother had dirty dealings with the Vito club.”

“I have reason to believe that Ceaser, the man you were dealing with, is dead. The crew has been taken over by a man named Julio. You killed at least four of his men at the animal shelter.”

“Why are you giving me this information?” Bull asked.

“They killed my brother. I received his severed fucking head in the mail at one of my salons. Craig was a fucking prick, but he was family. He should have been in rehab, but they got to him. While I was enjoying my dick getting sucked by a fucking expert, he was being tortured. I have yet to find the rest of his body,” William said.


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