BRADFORD BUTCHER

  SHERIDAN ANNE

  Sheridan Anne

  Bradford Butcher: Bradford Bastard #3

  Copyright © 2022 Sheridan Anne

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  First Published in 2022

  Anne, Sheridan

  Bradford Butcher: Bradford Bastard #3

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover Design: Sheridan Anne

  Artist: FXQuandro

  Editing: Heather Fox

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  INRODUCTION

  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

  7. TANNER

  8. TANNER

  9. BRIELLE

  10. TANNER

  11. BRIELLE

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  14. TANNER

  15. BRIELLE

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  17. BRIELLE

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  19. BRIELLE

  20. TANNER

  21. BRIELLE

  22. TANNER

  23. BRIELLE

  24. BRIELLE

  25. TANNER

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  27. BRIELLE

  28. TANNER

  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.”

  Logan’s pained cry sounds through the night, and my head snaps up, watching as he hovers over his twin brother, tears brimming in his dark eyes. “I’ll never fucking forgive you if you die, asshole. Keep your goddamn eyes open.”

  My chest aches watching the scene as Arizona shakes Jax’s shoulder
, heavy sobs tearing from her chest. “JAX! Fuck. Wake up. Please wake up.” Her head shoots toward the paramedics quickly approaching. “They’re not going to make it in time,” she cries in sheer desperation. “He’s going to die.”

  “Either shut up or fuck off,” Logan hisses at her, too fearful to realize she’s just as scared as he is. “You’re not helping, all you’re fucking good for is messing with his head.”

  Arizona shakes her head, not believing him for one moment as she drops her gaze back to Jax’s limp body in her arms. “He’s going to die,” she cries. “He’s going to fucking die.”

  Fear ripples through me before Riley forces my stare back to his. “Jax is gonna be alright,” he murmurs, trying to calm me, somehow able to keep his head on straight and be the voice of reason I need during this shitstorm. “Logan won’t let anything happen to him. Arizona doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. She’s just scared.”

  I shake my head, looking back down at my girl, her eyes growing heavy as soft tears continue falling down her cheeks, the heaviness weighing on my chest and making this whole moment nearly impossible to get through. “I don’t know, man,” I tell him, watching the way Brielle’s eyes flutter, straining to keep herself awake. “I don’t know how any of us are supposed to get through this.”

  Riley doesn’t respond, knowing how fucking right I could be, but my mind is already somewhere else. “Talk to me, Hudson,” I call over my shoulder, hoping he can hear me from the bottom of the hill as my gaze snaps across to Colby’s lifeless body, his chest still not moving up and down. “Tell me Addison’s alright.”

  Hudson’s agonized grunt rumbles across the hill, and I glance back to find him dropping to his knees with Addie tucked tightly against his blood-soaked chest. “I don’t know,” he says, his voice filled with the worst kind of pain that destroys something deep in my soul. “I don’t know how to help her.”

  Ilaria and Chanel barrel in beside him, looking over Addison’s face as Hudson falls apart, his whole world flashing before his eyes. “She’s still breathing,” Ilaria calls back, desperately searching over her. “But she’s lost a lot of blood. I … I think she’s going to be alright.”

  Clenching my jaw, I close my eyes for a brief moment, trying to force myself to take a calming breath as I press harder against Bri’s wound. “Her clothes?” I ask Ilaria, not sure if I’m ready for her answer. “Are they … did he hurt her again?”

  “I … I don’t know. It’s hard to say,” she calls back up the hill, trying to wrestle her out of Hudson’s arms, needing to apply pressure to her wounds. “They’re torn, but they’re intact. I think maybe he tried but didn’t get what he wanted.”

  Hudson lays her down, barely holding himself together at the thought of losing the girl he loves. Ilaria and Chanel dive for her at the same time, pulling at her clothes and searching for her injuries until they find a deep stab wound just below her chest. Chanel gasps as Ilaria shoves her hands against Addie’s body to stop the bleeding. Hudson takes Addie’s face in his hands and begs her to wake up.

  I can’t watch any longer and look back at Bri, sending silent prayers to anyone who will listen.

  The sirens drown out Addison’s familiar cry, but it’s all I need to keep breathing. She’s going to be alright. Addie has been through worse and overcome the impossible. But if that fucker raped her again … I don’t know what version of my sister I’ll get back after this.

  I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing or how I will get through this. All I know is, if Addie, Bri, or Jax die here tonight, I’ll never forgive myself. Addison left to go to the bathroom, and I should have insisted on walking her, but I was too fucking busy getting my dick wet with my girl. And Jax … he shouldn’t have been anywhere near Colby. That was my fight, my business, and now my cousin has suffered the consequences of my mistakes.

  I should have kept my cool. I should have known something like this would happen, especially after dropping Colby’s ass at the courthouse. He was not a forgiving man, and I knew that. Colby was reckless and out for blood, just as I was, and now because of my actions, the people I love are dropping like flies.

  I lost control—the one thing I promised Bri I wouldn’t do.

  I gave her my word that she’d never have to see that side of me again and now here we are. She’s hurt because I couldn’t stop the rage, couldn’t keep myself from making irrational decisions. Colby swung his knife over and over again while Bri stood at my back trying to pull me away, and instead of listening to her and seeing the danger I was putting her in, I was thinking of myself. I needed to see the life fade from his eyes, needed to get justice for what he did to my sister, for what he did to Bri.

  And now … fuck.

  I’ve killed a man.

  My hands shake, and the only thing keeping me calm is the way Bri’s hand shifts from the blood-soaked grass and curls around my wrist, her grip barely tight enough to hold on. I meet her teary expression, and the overwhelming bullshit circling my mind begins to ease, just as it always does whenever those blue eyes are locked on mine. The world fades away, and all I see is her.

  “It hurts,” she whispers as Riley wipes another tear off the side of her face.

  “I know, baby,” I murmur, swallowing hard over the lump in my throat, doing everything I can to appear strong for her. “That’s a good thing. If you can still feel it, that means you can fight through it. You’re going to be alright. I promise I’m not letting you go.”

  Her fingers tighten around my wrist, and I see nothing but fear shining through her stare. “You’re scared,” she tells me.

  “You’re damn fucking right, I am,” I admit. “I’m terrified, but I gave you my word, Killer. I just need you to meet me halfway. You gotta keep fighting, okay? I lean, you lean, remember? I’ll give you anything you want, just stay with me.”

  “Anything?” she questions, those beautiful full lips pulling at the corners into a soft smirk. “Even butt stuff?”

  I can’t help but grin at her as I shake my head. “Fucking hell, babe. This isn’t the time to be joking,” I tell her, not surprised one fucking bit that even on her fucking death bed, her blood pooling over my fingers, she’s cracking jokes about getting railed in the ass.

  “Wait,” Riley says, his gaze lifting to mine. “You haven’t fucked this sweet ass yet? Dude, lacking. I’m not impressed.” He glances at my girl before I get the chance to curse him out. “Just say the word, babe. If you want me to pop that ass cherry, it’ll be my honor. Any time, any day, any place. You bring the ass, I’ll bring the equipment.”

  If my hands weren’t currently keeping my girl from bleeding out on the grass, I’d fucking beat his ass black and blue. “Watch your fucking mouth, man,” I spit, the harshness in my words more than enough warning. “I’ve already put one asshole in the ground. Don’t make it two.”

  Riley grins back at me, and I realize too late what the two assholes have been doing—distracting me enough to calm me down and keep my mind off the bullshit that’s out of my control.

  Letting out a sigh, I look back at my girl and, while keeping my hands on her wound, I lean down and brush my lips over hers. “I love you, Brielle,” I tell her. “You’re my whole fucking world, and if you fight to keep yourself alive now, then I promise you in return, I’ll fight for us every day for the rest of our lives. I’ll make you so goddamn happy, you’ll want to pulverize me. You got that? You have to live because I don’t want to face a world where you’re not doing everything in your fucking power to make me want to hate fuck you until you scream.”

  “Swear it?” she questions, her lips moving against mine, her voice barely audible.

  “I fucking swear it, Killer. You and me … maybe Riley too, but really, we should probably find him some other poor girl to sink his claws into before he starts thinking this is a group project.”

  “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Her eyes flutter again, and a wave of panic soars through my chest, nearly crippling me. If it weren’t for the fact that my position here is what’s keeping her alive, I would have succumbed to the horror ages ago.