Page 1 of Filthy Disciple


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PROLOGUE

CADE

Cindy Davis ishell on my dick.

Not that she knows it.

When she serves me coffee with a disinterested glance and inadvertently flashes me a set of tits that I’d be A-OK suffocating in…

When she leans up on her tiptoe to grab extra sugars from a shelf in the diner where she works and her skirt pulls taut to reveal an ass that’s begging to be spanked…

When she dips down to retrieve a spoon that’s fallen on the floor and looks over to laugh at something one of her co-workers says, I know one thing and one thing alone:

She’s running from her father, my job is to drag her back to New York, and somewhere in the middle, I have to fuck her.

I just have to.

As a career criminal, I know it’d be a crimenotto dick her down and make her see heaven, hell, and everything in between.

I watch as she wanders past a booth where the brothers from the Disciples’ MC sit, a longing expression overtaking her features when she peers at one fucker—Ryder.

My hands ball into fists as she flirts with him.

Or tries to.

I don’t think she even knows she’s doing it, and he looks awkward as hell with the attention because, from weeks of stalking Cindy, I know he’s very much taken.

The funny thing about this world is that when you watch from afar, you literallyseeticking time bombs before the explosion.

Cindy is that.

She’s hot and spoiled and used to getting what she wants.

Therein lies the problem.

Ryderdoesn’twant her.

“Hey,” I call out, raising a hand to gain her attention.

She shoots a bored look at me, literally giggles at whatever shit Ryder says as if he’s the funniest comedian in the world before turning her attention my way.

“How can I help you?” she inquires, resting her hand on her hip.

That sass—it can’t just be me who wants to tap that.

What the fuck is wrong with these Disciples asswipes?

Deciding that their loss is my gain, I smile at her, packing on the charm. The one-hundred-megawatt Frasier charm that has gotten my brothers and me into trouble since we were ten.

She blinks.

Her breath stutters.

Her lips part.

I’ve got her.

Then Ryder chuckles at whatever bullshit his buddy is spouting and her focus fades.

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