Begging Topher (Grimm Brothers MC Book 5)
β Scribed by Greening, Roxanne; Greening, R
- Book ID
- 110533137
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 149 KB
- Series
- Grimm Brothers MC 5
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07QQD382R
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
He was supposed to be my prince, my happily ever after, the bright spot in my dark existence and I was what? Supposed to beg him to be those things? Brittany: I knew the world wasnβt pretty and yet I foolishly thought fairytales existed. I wanted to be swept off my feet and carried off into the sunset like a princess. I thought I found that with Ronald, the pig. I learned he was more like the villain than the prince. Then I met him. Topher. He was everything a prince wasnβt. He came in and swept me off my feet. Finally. I was ready to give up the fairytale for him. Shed all the things I thought I wanted for everything I finally realized I needed. But he threw away what I thought we had which left me reeling and alone. Topher: I was the Vice President of the Grimm Brothers MCβs smaller chapter. I thought I knew what I wanted, lots of women and no attachments. Then my president came roaring in the clubhouse with his new old lady and her sister. One look and I was lost. All the things I thought I wanted was gone. Within three minutes she had me floating in the unknown. But she wanted more than I thought I could give. I didnβt realize how wrong I was until she was gone. She left me behind and walked right back into the danger she was hiding from. He swept in and took her away from me. That was his last mistake, sheβs mine. Iβm going to bathe in his blood and relish his screams. When I finish, she is going to come home with me, where she belongs. How far will he go to be the prince she so desperately needed?
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