Blasphemous Retribution: Dragons Of Death MC, #5

By Emery LeeAnn, Creative Chaos Designs and EmCat Designs

Tragedy.
Betrayal.
Revenge.

These words have been haunting the Dragons as of late. Loyalty is the one thing they value more than anything else, and it will be tested, yet once again.

Preacher is a ruthless man, the reaper of the Dragons. He revels in death, he bathes in the blood of his enemies, showing no compassion for the weak and no mercy for the powerful. Preacher's brotherhood is his life; the ones that he will protect, even if he has to leave a trail of bodies behind.

That is until he meets his Angel. She turns him into someone he swore he would never be - a man in love.

Angel grew up raised by the Bastards of Asphalt MC. Being surrounded by merciless men has made her a hard-core woman, who takes no prisoners. In Preacher she has found the one that can maybe tame her wild instincts, and fulfill her deepest desires.

Carter launches one last desperate attempt to destroy the Dragons for good. Loyalties will be tested, betrayal will be found and tragedies will follow. Yet the Dragons won't go down without a fight; a battle to the end where only the brutal will survive.

The sinful will burn and the traitors will pay. Will the Dragons endure long enough to exact their Blasphemous Retribution?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emery LeeAnn
• Release date: Nov 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393646006

Emery LeeAnn

Emery LeeAnn lives in Ohio with her family. Besides being addicted to coffee, she is a true believer that variety adds spice to your life. Writing in every genre gives her the variety she craves. Her characters like to invade her mind every hour of the day usually waking her up in the middle of the night. Loving the dark and gray side of things, she is exploring her passion with the written word. There are many wonders to come from her in her twisted Wonderland….. Stick around you may find you enjoy her special brand of torture. If you want to enter her wonderland you can stalk her at: www.facebook.com/emerylee13 www.goodreads.com/author/show/16160108.Emery_LeeAnn https://goo.gl/dCi8Q6 https://twitter.com/EmeryLeeann           

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Dedication

LINDSAY CROOK

MY ETERNAL FAN

I AM THANKFUL FOR YOUR SUPPORT

THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU!

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Author's Note

About The Author

Prologue

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Harder. Suck harder, or I’ll slit your throat! Mayor King ordered the already bruised girl he had between his legs. Her hands were held behind her back by iron shackles. The sadistic man liked his women slaved, bruised, used, and abused.

She was gagging on his hard dick, and he didn’t like the sound of that. He had fucked her mouth so hard and too much, the inside of it was raw and bleeding.

It’s an honor to be sucking my cock, you bitch. If it goes soft, you’ll die.

The truth was, he had been in a sour mood since the Dragons had been all over his business. Carter had done nothing to stop them, even if he had tried hard. He may have had guts, but he was no leader. The only reason Carter had been made Captain was that there was no one else to control, and the men at the precinct followed him.

To the girl’s dismay, his dick had gone soft as she desperately was sucking at it as her life depended on it, which in fact, it did. Nothing she did was able to get it hard again, and she knew what was coming.

Sighing, he got up, pulled the whore by her hair, and tied her to a table. He needed to get his plan going; he didn’t have the time to kill the girl properly like he wanted, slowly and painfully.

Please, Mr. Mayor, don’t do—

A punch to the face stopped her from finishing her pleas.

Don’t beg. It is unbecoming. You’re lucky though; it will be quick. I have no time for this.

He pulled a small gun from the drawer of his desk and shot the girl in between her eyes. When she saw the weapon, the girl let out a sigh of relief and smiled. She knew her torture days were over, and she would be moving on to a better place, or so she hoped.

The Mayor pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and cleaned the blood that had sprayed all over his face. Murder was messy, but he couldn’t imagine his life without it. Mayor King had gotten where he was by doing what was necessary, and once he discovered he felt no remorse about killing others, it was easy.

Sitting back on his leather chair, he placed a call.

It’s time. I’m activating your services. Find out what the Dragons movements are going to be. Be discreet; I don’t want them finding out about you, at least not yet. Carter has failed me; it’s time to get this over with. They have interfered long enough, and the other partner is getting restless.

He hung up the phone knowing his asset would never fail him. The Dragons had luck up until that moment. He would be their ending, one that they would never see coming.

Chapter 1

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Cutter, the president of Bastards of Asphalt MC, was slamming down shots of whiskey when the members of the Dragons came to his Clubhouse. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone. The burial for his daughter was later that evening, and he felt like he fucking needed to kill someone over it.

He blamed True, the VP of The Dragons. He was fucking her. The least he could have done was keep her alive. His injured hand screamed in pain as he lifted the shot glass. He had hit the building outside so many times, he knew he had broken bones, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to fucking numb the pain inside of him or to feel something else besides the sorrow that was engulfing him for the loss of his daughter.

He blamed True because, even though he knew it was his fault too, it was difficult to deal with the guilt.

What the fuck do you want? Cutter sat with his back to the group who had walked in. His club was in full force, no one was going to let anyone harm him.

I wanted to give you this. True walked around until he was facing the angry man and threw a piece of burnt flesh at him. This is what’s left of the cunt who killed Shanna.

Cutter glanced at the bag that landed on his leg. He stood up, which made his enforcers come closer to the group. The Dragons weren’t stupid, they came armed and likely had more men outside.

Cutter started on a tirade that, if that was supposed to make it better, he didn’t fucking see how. He droned on and on about what a piece of shit True was. True, stood still, unmoving, his face a blank slate, letting the man get all his anger out. Each man had their men around them, in case things went south.

Preacher, who was standing behind the VP, saw a slight girl slip out the side door. He didn’t think she would cause any trouble, but because his bike was out there, he didn’t want to risk it. ‘Better to be safe than riding bitch if this woman does something to my bike,’ he thought.

He backed out the door unnoticed as Cutter was ranting on. The girl was slipping around the building. It was in his inclination not to trust anyone so he went around to find her. To his surprise, she was sitting there smoking a cigarette.

You following me? she asked him.

Just checkin’, wondering why you would come out here instead of staying in there and support your Pres. He peered at her realizing she wasn’t as young as he thought. She had silky hair that covered her slim back and fell down to her ass. He also noticed her small firm breasts, and lips that could do some serious damage.

He didn’t care about his fucking daughter when she was alive. Now that she’s dead, he wants to act like its everyone’s fault but his own. Fuck that. She took another drag.

Fathers have their own way to grieve. He shrugged. After a still moment in the silence of the night, he commented, I fucking hate the taste of cigarette smoke. He took it from her fingers and threw it on the ground.

She stood up to say something when he captured her mouth. He couldn’t help it. For one, her plump, luscious lips were begging for it, calling his like a moth to a flame. Secondly, he thought he would never see her again, it was a one-off, nothing more. Lastly, he was in serious need and hadn’t seen someone he wanted to be with in a while. He was a fucking Dragon.

He saw.

He wanted.

He took.

He enjoyed.

Her feelings weren’t exactly different from his. She had seen Preacher looking from the other side and desired him. While Cutter was rambling and ranting, complaining and blaming, she was looking at the fine man, standing tall and proud behind his VP, and wanted him like she hadn’t in a long time. His built body, his dark, piercing eyes and a mouth that she would kill for were calling her, even if he didn’t know she existed. She wouldn’t let this moment pass by. She didn’t want to.

She latched onto him, both of their tongues dancing, trying to assert dominance. After a moment where the whole world stood still, she finally relaxed, letting him take the control she didn’t know she wanted to give away. The best part was, he didn’t disappoint her.

She moaned into his mouth.

Preacher. He heard it in