Monster

MONSTER KING’S MEN MC BOOK THREE V.T. DO Copyright © 2023 by V.T. Do All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENTS Content & Trigger Warning 1. Emmy 2. Dominic 3. Emmy 4. Dominic 5. Emmy 6. Dominic 7. Emmy 8. Emmy 9. Dominic 10. Emmy 11. Emmy 12. Emmy 13. Dominic 14. Emmy 15. Emmy 16. Dominic 17. Dominic 18. Dominic 19. Emmy 20. Emmy 21. Dominic 22. Dominic 23. Dominic 24. Dominic 25. Emmy 26. Dominic 27. Emmy Epilogue CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING This is a dark romance, and some readers may find it triggering. Reader discretion is advised. Trigger Warning includes: Dub-con/Non-con Unprotected sex Captive Romance Branding Breeding Kink Violence 1 EMMY Ah, hell. I ducked out of the way in time for the crumpled piece of music sheet to fly past my face, missing me by about half an inch. A familiar voice shouted somewhere to my left—where the paper had been thrown from— “Oh, shit!” I looked over at Braxton Madden, a seventh grader, and put on my teacher’s face that quickly had him looking down at his feet, muttering a half-hearted apology. “Sorry, Miss Wilde.” I opened my mouth to reprimand him about cursing in the hallway, but today was the last day of school, and I didn’t think it would matter much, considering who the boy’s father was. I bet he heard all sorts of things back home. Braxton’s father was famous around this part of the city—or should I say, infamous? There wasn’t a person in this school who didn’t know who Dominic Madden was, the notorious president of the King’s Men Motorcycle Club. I had never met the man, though I had seen him on school grounds for Braxton’s football games and, once, at a mandatory choir concert I had directed for all the grades. That was about the extent of my interaction with the man, and it was enough for me to know I should stay far away from him. It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys and a whole other thing to be attracted to the kind of man Dominic Madden was. With broad shoulders and the most mesmerizing blue eyes I had ever seen on any human, Dominic was beautiful. Beautiful and untouchable. I had been stuck speechless at first sight at the beginning of the school year when he first showed up to pick Braxton up on his bike. I was so sure God had sent down one of his avenging angels to help save the world. Then he flirtatiously smiled at one of the school’s admins, and I realized he was more of a fallen angel—a devil in disguise. Even so, I had been fascinated with him from that day on. My heart wanted to harbor this little crush. After all, who could an innocent little fantasy hurt? My head said Dominic wasn’t good for anyone, even if I did nothing more than let him occupy my thoughts. It was one of those rare instances in which I let my head win. I tried not to put myself directly in his path if I could help it. Not that it mattered much. The man hadn’t noticed me, and I doubted I was the kind of woman he usually went for. One look at him and I could tell he was experienced. And arrogant. The last thing I needed in my life was excitement. Especially with a man as rough-looking as him. Something told me I wouldn’t be able to handle it. It also didn’t help that I was wary about men his size. Not that men with smaller statures were any safer. I automatically gripped my hands together without conscious thought. I had to focus on the present. And the present was something I should be proud of. I was really enjoying the peace and quiet now. I shivered as the dark memory threatened to surface and focused back on my reality. I didn’t know Braxton well, considering I taught sixth-grade choir, and this was my first year of teaching at Sacramento Public Middle School. “Please pick that up.” We were in the middle of a crowded hallway. The kids had more energy now because it was almost time for school to be let out. He nodded and picked up the paper before turning around, shooting me a sheepish smile that was quite charming on his face, and walking off, catching up with his friends at the end of the hallway. He was popular in school. Not only with the boys, but with the girls as well. And the last thing any of the teachers needed on any day was to hear from another adolescent girl just how “cute” Braxton was and how they wanted him to give them their first kiss. That was a regular occurrence for me each morning before my class started, and I could get the kids under control. I smiled a little. Middle-schoolers were cute, in a very awkward kind of way. Middle school was a unique time, and I had almost forgotten how it was for me until I came here and interacted with these little kids. I could hear Braxton’s playful laugh even after he turned the corner. He was loud and drew attention wherever he went. For now, it was because of his personality and likability. I had no doubt that things would be different years down the road when he would be known as more than Dominic Madden’s second son. Braxton was a wild little thing—or not so little. He already towered over the eighth graders, and I had no doubt he would be as tall as his father once he got older. But if the gossip in this school was anything to go by, Braxton was