Albert

Albert The Perished Riders MC - Mafia Series Nicola Jane Albert: Copyright © 2023 by Nicola Jane. All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information, contact the author. Meet the Team Cover Designer: Francessca Wingfield, Wingfield Designs Editor: Rebecca Vazquez, Dark Syde Books Proofreader: Jackie Ziegler, Dark Syde Books Formatting: Nicola Miller Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any similarities are entirely coincidental. Albert is the second book in the spin-off series from The Perished Riders MC, where he appears throughout their books as an associate of the club. Therefore, it can be read as a standalone. Books in The Perished Riders series: Prequel - Riding Home Maverick Scar Grim Ghost Dice Arthur Albert Spelling Note: Please note, this author resides in the United Kingdom and is using British English. Therefore, some words may be viewed as incorrect or spelled incorrectly, however, they are not. Trigger Warning The material in this book may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, sexual situations, murder, violence, and references to historical sexual assault. (The author does not go into great detail). Also avoid if you are easily triggered by trivial matters, such as the use of certain words, or how a character behaves. Contents Playlist Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen About the Author Social Media Also By Nicola Jane Playlist Don’t Blame Me – Taylor Swift Anti-Hero – Taylor Swift Made You Look – Meghan Trainor CUFF IT – Beyoncé You Know I’m No Good – Amy Winehouse Helium – Sia Bad Thing – Jesy Nelson Hold On – Chord Overstreet You Only Love Me – Rita Ora Falling – Harry Styles Stay – Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko Feels Like Home – Matt Johnson Chapter One R OSEY The grass crunches under my boots as I make my way through the large cast iron gates. I weave through the eerily quiet church yard until I come to the gravestone, the reason I’m here. I lay the single red rose on the ground. It stands out against the dullness of the stone and almost makes it look pretty along with the twinkling frost. It’s too cold to sit down today, so I remain standing, staring down at the weeds growing up through the soil. “I’m sure you haven’t missed me,” I say out loud. There’s no one around, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from years of coming here, no one minds when you talk to the dead. Usually, it’s saved for loved ones, but trust me, he’s not a loved one. Not by anyone, least of all me. “But, Eagle, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to update you on all the wonderful things you’re missing.” Eagle, the man I’ve hated for most of my life, was the president of The Perished Riders MC when I was younger and my mum was a club whore. Back then, the club liked their whores, and they dripped off the members like gold. But Eagle wasn’t entirely happy with using just my mum. His attention turned to me when I was in my late teenage years. He’d told me I should have been grateful, that having the attention of the club president was an honour. It didn’t feel that way. “Meli is so happy.” I smile at the thought of my best friend and Eagle’s daughter. “She and Arthur are practically joined. You never see one without the other. She plans on having his kids.” I laugh. “Bet you’re turning in there at the idea of your little princess with a gangster. You’d have had him killed.” I try to kick the dirt under my foot, but it’s solid from the frost. “Everyone at the club is happy. Mama B is looking after us all. Who would have thought she’d be so kind after everything?” I sigh. “I’m training someone. He seems okay, and it’ll mean I can take a break from . . . my career. I’m going to spend more time with Ollie. He’s getting big now, and he asks a lot of questions. That’s when he’s talking to me because, let’s face it, teenagers hate their parents, right?” My heart twists a little. “And he hates me. He wants answers, and I don’t want to give them to him. He knows about you, of course he does, but he doesn’t know what really happened.” I groan. “I fucking hate you, Eagle. More than I hate anyone. I sometimes pray you’re not dead, just so I can kill you all over again. I picture creative ways to make you suffer. I thought that’d stop after I ended you.” “Mum?” I spin around and stare into the eyes of my twelve-year-old son, Ollie. No one knows about these visits except Dice, and especially not Ollie. “Why are you here?” My question comes out harsher than it should. “Why are you here?” he counters, arching a cocky brow. “I’m the one asking questions,” I snap. “You should be in school.” “Free period,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’re not in America, Ollie, you don’t get free periods.” “Like you’d know,” he scoffs, and my heart twists again. He likes to pull the shit parent card a lot. “Let’s go. I’ll take you back to school,” I mutter. “Aren’t we going to discuss this?” he asks, waving his hand around. “Why you’re here, standing over Dad’s grave? I thought you hated him.” “I do.” I begin to walk away, hoping he’ll follow and change the subject. “Bullshit,” he snaps, and I