Title: Three Strikes
Series: Demon Disciples Series Book One
Author: Allana Walker
Genre: MC Romance/Suspense
From the moment I turned fifteen, my life was planned out right down to the man I was to marry one day.
Until one night changed my life for good.
Welcome to the screwed up world of Daria Denver.
Strike One; She walks into my Clubhouse uninvited.
Strike Two; She steals from me.
Strike Three; She keeps a nine-year-old secret from me.
Daria Denver will learn never to piss off a Demons Disciples.
Especially me, Striker Xanders.
“What the hell have you done?” Dad looks between me and Daria lying on my bed. “Please tell me you haven’t…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence. I sit on my chair in the corner of my room, holding the knife, twisting the pointed end on the tip of my finger until blood drips off the edge. I stare at Daria as Dad walks over to check on her. His hand goes to her neck to check her pulse.
“She’s not dead,” I mutter.
“She barely has a pulse, Striker!” he snarls, popping his head out of the door. “Doc, get your ass in here, NOW!”
I hear a stampede of footsteps. Noisy bastards. Doc pushes through the brothers.
“Help this young girl. I don’t need another dead girl on my hands!” I don’t look away from Daria, the mother of my kid.
The lying bitch, lying there, barely breathing. Her words come back to me; You’ll never be Emily’s father. Bitch thinks she can keep my daughter away from me, she can think again. I’ll finish the job the next time she tries. My hand grips the handle of my knife so hard my knuckles turn white, my breathing becoming ragged. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet, marching towards my bed, towards Daria’s body, pushing Doc and Dad out of the way. Just as I lean down to whisper in her ear, her eyes open staring into mine, blue to brown. I expected to see fear when she sees me, but I see defiance, anger, and desire. I still have the knife in my hand, and I bring it up towards her neck. She swallows, but still no fear shows in her eyes. Pressing the blade into her neck, I lean down to her ear.
“You try to keep my kid from me again, I will slit your pretty little neck.”
“Do it. I dare you.”
He doesn’t finish the sentence. I sit on my chair in the corner of my room, holding the knife, twisting the pointed end on the tip of my finger until blood drips off the edge. I stare at Daria as Dad walks over to check on her. His hand goes to her neck to check her pulse.
“She’s not dead,” I mutter.
“She barely has a pulse, Striker!” he snarls, popping his head out of the door. “Doc, get your ass in here, NOW!”
I hear a stampede of footsteps. Noisy bastards. Doc pushes through the brothers.
“Help this young girl. I don’t need another dead girl on my hands!” I don’t look away from Daria, the mother of my kid.
The lying bitch, lying there, barely breathing. Her words come back to me; You’ll never be Emily’s father. Bitch thinks she can keep my daughter away from me, she can think again. I’ll finish the job the next time she tries. My hand grips the handle of my knife so hard my knuckles turn white, my breathing becoming ragged. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet, marching towards my bed, towards Daria’s body, pushing Doc and Dad out of the way. Just as I lean down to whisper in her ear, her eyes open staring into mine, blue to brown. I expected to see fear when she sees me, but I see defiance, anger, and desire. I still have the knife in my hand, and I bring it up towards her neck. She swallows, but still no fear shows in her eyes. Pressing the blade into her neck, I lean down to her ear.
“You try to keep my kid from me again, I will slit your pretty little neck.”
“Do it. I dare you.”
Allana lives in Dundee, Scotland with her husband and two daughters.
She has always had a passion for reading and until a few years ago, started secretly writing. She had always debated sharing it but never had the confidence to do so, until now. In her words; 'Life is too short to regret things we could have done and wishing the should've, would've, could've's.'
She wants to show, not only her daughters but to everyone else, that you can do whatever you want when you put your mind to it.
She loves reading a range of genres, particularly MC, Mafia, and romance.
Other than reading and writing, Allana loves to help out other authors, watching WWE, dancing around the room with her daughters, or at the cinema with her husband. She also loves to bake, it's her stress reliever.
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