Damaged Mc Meets Mafia Romance The Devils Deviants Mc Series Book 2 Gladys Cross by Gladys Cross 9798859899494, 8859899494 instant download after payment.

Author’s Note:
Damaged is a dark MC romance and may contain subject
matter that might offend sensitive readers. In this series you
can expect to encounter violence, murder, death, profanity,
explicit sexual situations with BDSM themes, drugs, tobacco
use, PTSD, references to mental health, suspense, crime, and
characters with questionable morals. Reader discretion is
advised.Rain fell in sheets, pelting my skin with cool, sharp stings. If
only I experienced emotions the way I did the rain, then I
wouldn’t have to pretend. A portion of my brain was always
devoted to gauging the reactions of others and then
mimicking them. Like a color-blind pilot who faked knowing
the difference between red and green in order to fly,
assimilation was necessary, but exhausting.Around the club I’d grown lax, allowing them to see a hint of
the ever-present numbness that lived inside of me. It was a
relief to let my guard down and have them accept me for
the monster I was. That was no small thing considering I
suffered the same affliction as my father, the notorious head
of the Braterstwo, Yuri Kowalczyk a.k.a. The Butcher. It
seemed in death, he’d done what he never could in life, get
me to return to Chicago.My bike hugged the asphalt as I sped around the last curve,
my childhood home coming into view. The Gothic style
mansion, with its gray brick exterior, single spire shooting up
from the center of the roofline, and turrets at either end,
looked exactly as I remembered. Heavily armed men patrolled
the matching fifteen-foot brick walls, iron gate, and
guardhouse. It was more of a fortress than home. Fitting,
really, considering the countless horrors it had witnessed over
the years.The roar of the bike announced my arrival long before I
rolled to a stop in front of the guards. Two of them stood
shoulder to shoulder, stances wide, in front of the imposing
wrought iron gate. One of them squinted at me through the
rain, recognition lighting his craggy face.
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