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One life. Two lives. Three lives. Four.
My hands are stained from the blood and the gore.
The screams and cries of agonizing pain.
If I lose them now, I’ll never be the same.
My sister, my cousin … my whole damn world.
It was my worst nightmare come to life, and I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to survive.
I thought that night was the end of it. I thought we finally had our chance to pick up the pieces of our shattered souls and put the worst behind us. We were supposed to start fresh, but the world had other plans for us.
Now it’s more important than ever to watch our backs.
Our defenses are down, and the enemy lies in wait, but they can’t break us. I won’t let them. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me with everything they’ve got because I’m Tanner Morgan, and I’m ready to burn them down.
There’s not a damn thing I wouldn’t do to protect the ones I love.
The question is, how far are they willing to go?
Bradford Bastard is an M/F, Enemies to Lovers, High School, Contemporary Romance series. It contains explicit sexual content, a recount of drug abuse and sexual assault, graphic violence, and coarse language. This series is recommended for mature readers.
BRADFORD BRAWLER RECAP!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA……I think that just about sums it up!!
Buuuuuuut, if you really want a more in-depth recap than manic laughing, here goes.
After a long, painful journey of getting Tanner to bend to Brielle’s will and make him realize he’s nothing but a big teddy bear (with a big cock), we learn that our newest power couple loves to fuck in the woods on Tanner’s bike. Of course, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that or watching your neighbor jerk off through your bedroom window!
We all know Colby Jacobs—a.k.a. fuckface—raped Tanner’s younger sister with help from Bri’s ex-bestie, Erica. Addison was drugged, attacked, and left in a coma for six agonizing weeks. Now that she’s awake, walking the long road to recovery, she has Hudson Bellamy at her side, who has been simping for her for two years.
Mmmmmm, yummy!
Logan and Chanel are mostly fine. They’re hot and cold. When they’re hot, they’re steaming hot, and when they’re cold, they’re like two little bitches clawing at each other until one of them gets on their knees.
Riley is Riley … What the hell am I supposed to say about him? When he’s not accidentally sticking his dick in the wrong places, he’s being an amazing, incredible kind of guy. He’s the glue of the group, holding everyone together.
Arizona and Jax … dun, dun, dun!!!!!!!
These two need to get their shit together. We signed off book two with a confession from Ari admitting how she truly feels about Jax, while Jax broke her heart because he doesn’t feel he’d be able to reciprocate her feelings. To be fair, he did it in a nice way. He wasn’t a complete asshole.
But you know who is an asshole? Orlando Channing and his new bitch of a wife, Brielle’s mom! There are a lot of secrets where Orlando is concerned, and down in a dark and creepy cell, he lets Tanner know just how much he fancies his new stepdaughter, while also threatening to expose a secret of Tanner’s past, something so horrendous that it has Tanner by the balls.
This brings us to that fateful night.
The music was playing, guests dancing, and cars cooling off after another incredible night of racing. Addison was peeing, Ari was sulking, and Tanner and Bri were fucking in the woods. A scream had them all running to find Colby standing at the top of the hill, knife in hand with Jax in his sights.
Words were exchanged, and the next thing we know, Jax is bleeding out on the ground, Tanner is fighting Colby, and there’s a knife getting tossed around.
Colby’s down for the count, and just when Tanner thinks it’s all over, Bri goes down. As Bri bleeds out on the ground, Tanner turns to find Addison hanging limply in Hudson’s arms. Things aren’t looking good for our favorite crew from Bradford.
Everything hangs in the balance. We can only hope help arrives in time!
Contents
1. TANNER
2. BRIELLE
3. TANNER
4. BRIELLE
5. TANNER
6. BRIELLE
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8. TANNER
9. BRIELLE
10. TANNER
11. BRIELLE
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25. TANNER
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27. BRIELLE
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29. TANNER
30. BRIELLE
31. BRIELLE
32. SARA
33. BRIELLE
34. BRIELLE
35. TANNER
TANNER
BRIELLE
TANNER
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Chapter 1
TANNER
Sirens sound in the distance, cutting through Arizona’s terrified wails, as the bright headlights of scattering cars creates an eerie glow over the darkened racetrack. My knees crash into the grass beside Bri, fear like I’ve never known blasting through my chest as my panicked stare sails over her body.
Blood coats the front of her tank, quickly spreading and pooling beneath her waist, making it nearly im-fucking-possible to breathe. My eyes flash to hers, seeing nothing but terror, and my heart races faster. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.
She can’t fucking die here tonight. I won’t allow it.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I chant, tearing her shirt up to find a nasty stab wound threatening her precious life. My hands slam down over it, applying pressure as she silently weeps, knowing this is the end.
There’s no fucking way I’m about to let her go without a fight.
Her eyes are glassy and she’s losing color fast. “Please, Killer,” I beg, unable to even think, resisting the desperate need to shake her. “Please don’t go. Stay with me. I can’t lose you. I love you. You hear me? I fucking love you, Brielle. Don’t you dare die.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes stare up at me, her brows furrowed with fear as a perfectly round tear falls down the side of her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice breaking over the lump in her throat. “I … I can’t. I’m not going to make it.”
“Over my dead fucking body. You’re not dying on me today. This isn’t how we end.”
Blood pools over my hands as the ambulances speed across the property, desperate to get to us. One after another until it looks like a scene out of Fast and Furious.
Riley drops onto the grass by Bri’s other side, his panicked stare sailing over her body. “Fucking hell,” he breathes, quickly adjusting himself and cradling her head in his lap. “You’re gonna be okay,” he tells her, wiping the tears off her face. The raw fear in his eyes doesn’t match the soothing words coming from his mouth. “You’re gonna be okay.”