Forbidden (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page B
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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me! You're the good seed. You be the good daughter! Now, you tell me. Tell me has he..."
She shook her head fiercely, lying for Sam's sake, for her sake. "No," she forced her lips to say.
Rayan clutched her to his chest with a vocal cry of relief. "Praise," he murmured. "You're a good girl. You're a wise and virtuous girl. I knew you couldn't have forsaken your upbringing, Afia."
"No, Brother." The second lie was easier to tell.
"Promise me you will never see him again. I won't tell Maman. Baba never has to know. It would crush them, you understand? Let them know you are wise and virtuous and hear nothing of your near corruption. Do you promise me?"
His hands cupped her face, and he stared her fiercely in the eyes, compelling her to give him the right answer. Though the tears flew over her cheeks, Afia found the strength to nod. It was the last of her strength. She slumped weakly in Rayan's arms and burst out crying in hard, gut wrenching sobs that brought Bionca back into the living room to pull her away.
"What did you say to her?" Bionca asked in a threatening voice.
"You," he pointed a sharp finger in the blonde woman's face. "If you are truly her friend, you will help her to live an exemplary life instead of being a negative influence. What do you want to see, huh? You want to see her cast to the side after she's been used up by the wrong sort of man?"
"I want to see her make her own decisions!" Afia pushed away from them both and ran to her room, trying to escape what was happening.
She didn't hear Rayan's answer in response. She threw herself in her bed where she remained until her brother was finally out of her home, and when she was sure he was long gone, she called Sam. "I need to see you. Tonight."
They had sex in the bed where she had given him her virginity, a fitting goodbye—though Sam was unaware she was bidding him adieu. By the morning, she slipped out of the house before he awakened and walked the mile up the lane to the main road where she called a taxi to take her home. It was over. She couldn't have him. It wasn't allowed.
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CHAPTER 1
“There are worse things than being single,” said Quentin with a lecherous grin. “You could be shackled to a wife you can’t stand. Come on, man. Perk up. We’re celebrating!”
Kaleidoscope handed Sam a beer, French swear words floating off her tongue like a ribbon of silk. “Besides, you’ve always got me, lover boy. That girl was taking up too much of your time and energy anyway.”
“To races won and more to come.” Brick, the Southern Wonder, sat down at the table with a satisfied grunt, muscling the others on the bench out of the way. He held up his beer, and the crew clinked glasses. They had just made it back in town from the desert race, and they were in high spirits. Money in each of their pockets meant the night was sure to become a drunken good time.
But, Sam wasn’t enjoying himself. He was putting on a show. He knew his best friends were right. He should be celebrating; yet, he didn’t feel particularly celebratory. He felt like he was missing out. Like he wasn’t where he needed to be. He toasted with the others and sank into his thoughts as he sipped the brew.
“You want to talk about it?” Q asked. The table had cleared out, and it was just the two of them. Sam shrugged.
“Really not much to talk about. We had a thing going. I thought it was good. I guess I wasn’t. It’s about her folks, you know. Culture clash.”
“It’s like that sometimes,” Q admitted. “I told you early on leave her alone. This might be a case of the universe stepping in where common sense didn’t.”
“How do you figure?” Sam bristled.
Quentin shrugged and smacked his lips after taking a long gulp of warm beer. He patted Sam on the back, knowing he could be candid with the guy who had grown
She shook her head fiercely, lying for Sam's sake, for her sake. "No," she forced her lips to say.
Rayan clutched her to his chest with a vocal cry of relief. "Praise," he murmured. "You're a good girl. You're a wise and virtuous girl. I knew you couldn't have forsaken your upbringing, Afia."
"No, Brother." The second lie was easier to tell.
"Promise me you will never see him again. I won't tell Maman. Baba never has to know. It would crush them, you understand? Let them know you are wise and virtuous and hear nothing of your near corruption. Do you promise me?"
His hands cupped her face, and he stared her fiercely in the eyes, compelling her to give him the right answer. Though the tears flew over her cheeks, Afia found the strength to nod. It was the last of her strength. She slumped weakly in Rayan's arms and burst out crying in hard, gut wrenching sobs that brought Bionca back into the living room to pull her away.
"What did you say to her?" Bionca asked in a threatening voice.
"You," he pointed a sharp finger in the blonde woman's face. "If you are truly her friend, you will help her to live an exemplary life instead of being a negative influence. What do you want to see, huh? You want to see her cast to the side after she's been used up by the wrong sort of man?"
"I want to see her make her own decisions!" Afia pushed away from them both and ran to her room, trying to escape what was happening.
She didn't hear Rayan's answer in response. She threw herself in her bed where she remained until her brother was finally out of her home, and when she was sure he was long gone, she called Sam. "I need to see you. Tonight."
They had sex in the bed where she had given him her virginity, a fitting goodbye—though Sam was unaware she was bidding him adieu. By the morning, she slipped out of the house before he awakened and walked the mile up the lane to the main road where she called a taxi to take her home. It was over. She couldn't have him. It wasn't allowed.
Read on for an excerpt from the sizzling sequel
Available Now!
CHAPTER 1
“There are worse things than being single,” said Quentin with a lecherous grin. “You could be shackled to a wife you can’t stand. Come on, man. Perk up. We’re celebrating!”
Kaleidoscope handed Sam a beer, French swear words floating off her tongue like a ribbon of silk. “Besides, you’ve always got me, lover boy. That girl was taking up too much of your time and energy anyway.”
“To races won and more to come.” Brick, the Southern Wonder, sat down at the table with a satisfied grunt, muscling the others on the bench out of the way. He held up his beer, and the crew clinked glasses. They had just made it back in town from the desert race, and they were in high spirits. Money in each of their pockets meant the night was sure to become a drunken good time.
But, Sam wasn’t enjoying himself. He was putting on a show. He knew his best friends were right. He should be celebrating; yet, he didn’t feel particularly celebratory. He felt like he was missing out. Like he wasn’t where he needed to be. He toasted with the others and sank into his thoughts as he sipped the brew.
“You want to talk about it?” Q asked. The table had cleared out, and it was just the two of them. Sam shrugged.
“Really not much to talk about. We had a thing going. I thought it was good. I guess I wasn’t. It’s about her folks, you know. Culture clash.”
“It’s like that sometimes,” Q admitted. “I told you early on leave her alone. This might be a case of the universe stepping in where common sense didn’t.”
“How do you figure?” Sam bristled.
Quentin shrugged and smacked his lips after taking a long gulp of warm beer. He patted Sam on the back, knowing he could be candid with the guy who had grown
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