Arthur

Arthur The Perished Riders MC - Mafia series Nicola Jane Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Nicola Jane. All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.K. copyright law. Meet the Team Cover Designer: Francessca Wingfield, Wingfield Designs Editor: Rebecca Vazquez, Dark Syde Books Proofreader: Jackie Ziegler, Dark Syde Books Formatting: Nicola Miller 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. 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. Note: Arthur is the first 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 stand-alone. Books in The Perished Riders series: Maverick: https://mybook.to/Maverick-Perished Scar: https://mybook.to/Scar-Perished Grim: https://mybook.to/Grim-Perished Ghost: https://mybook.to/GhostBk4 Dice: https://mybook.to/DiceBk5 Social Media I love to hear from my readers and if you’d like to get in touch, you can find me here . . . My Website: https://authornicolajane.com/ My Facebook Page My Facebook Readers Group Bookbub Instagram Goodreads Amazon 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, although the author does not go into detail. Contents Playlist PROLOGUE 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 CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE EPILOGUE A Note from me to you Popular books by Nicola Jane Playlist Creep – Kelly ClarksonEverybody Hurts – Sandra McCracken ft. Liz Vice Mirrors (Acoustic) – Jonah Baker You Broke Me First – Conor Maynard Jolene – Dolly Parton Blue Skies – Birdy Wicked Game – Lusaint Wildfire – Cautious Clay messy in heaven – venbee & Goddard. Late Night Talking – Harry Styles Little Do You Know – Alex & Sierra Lavender Haze – Taylor Swift I Like You (A Happier Song) – Post Malone ft. Doja Cat 2 Be Loved (Am I Ready) – Lizzo Hide & Seek - Stormzy PROLOGUE R OSEY I grab the tie belonging to my target. He’s attached to it still. He thinks it’s a game and willingly follows me through the crowds of people. I did my research and know where all the blind spots are in this place, so I keep my head lowered as we pass under a security camera. I’m pretty sure my dazzling sequined dress will blind any images anyway. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he growls, grabbing my hips and thrusting himself against my behind. I roll my eyes. Does this behaviour actually turn people on? His wandering hands reach around my hips and the heat of his body presses against my back as I continue to lead him to our final destination. He doesn’t question how I know my way around this nightclub as I lead him up some back stairs. Of course he doesn’t, because his end game is different than mine. All he’s thinking about is getting his dick sucked. All I’m thinking about is getting the job done so I can go home and get my pyjamas on. Maybe I’ll catch Ollie awake. Since he turned ten, he’s been trying to push the boundaries and stay up later. I give my head a shake. I can’t afford to mess this up because there’s big money waiting to be wired into my account. I push the fire exit door, and we step out onto the roof. This guy’s a typical drunk rich boy, hands in my bra, grabbing my tits way too hard to do anything but repulse me. I have yet to find a guy who knows exactly how to touch me to get me going. I manage to get him towards the ledge and I peer over. The streets below are busy and I don’t wanna risk him hurting anyone, so I move to the other ledge, making it into a game of chase. I even throw a giggle his way. He falls for of it, desperate for the fuck. Wanker. I stop, peering over the wall. It’s quieter down there, but not so quiet he won’t be spotted. His body slams against mine, and the air leaves my lungs. “Fuck, I want you so bad,” he growls into my hair, his hands grabbing at my chest again. He’s strong for his size, and for a second, I’m transported back to another time. One when I was helpless against the wandering hands and the stale breath near my neck. He yanks my skirt up hard and spins me away from him, bending me over the ledge. This is not how it’s meant to go. “Aren’t you married?” I ask as he kicks my legs apart. “I sleep on the couch,” he mutters, taking a fistful of my hair and dragging his wet mouth down my neck. I’m grossed out. If this was a real hook-up, I’d be so turned off, I’d have to stop it. “Jolene, right?” I feel him stiffen, and not in the turned-on way. “Huh?” “Your wife. It’s Jolene, right?” He takes an unsteady step back, and I turn to face him, smiling as I lower my dress. “A few pointers . . . not that you’ll ever need them again.” I take his tie for a second time, and we walk in a circle until his back is to the ledge. “Your hands, way too rough. No woman wants to feel like a slab of meat. And the thrusting . . . oh god, the thrusting . . . I mean, all