Forbidden (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page A
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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When her cellphone rang, Afia jumped at the sound. She quickly pulled it out of her purse and stared at the number. It was Sam. She answered the phone weakly, "Sam?"
"What happened? Darling, where are you? Who was that? Are you okay? I'm headed to your apartment."
"No!" she shouted. "No, don't go to my apartment, whatever you do. That was my brother, Sam. He'll kill you if he sees you again."
"You can't ask me not to come to you, Afia. Don't ask me not to do that. I have to see you and make sure everything is okay."
"I'm in a taxi, and I'm headed home. I know my brother will make his way there, and he'll probably be drunk, and I know he'll be livid. Believe me, I can handle him better than anyone when he's like that, but I can't allow the situation to become inflamed by your presence. Please, Sam!" Her voice cracked.
He could tell she was crying. She didn't want him going to her apartment. His bristled with rage. He knew Rayan was her brother, but he couldn't fathom leaving Afia to face him alone. If she said it was the best thing, however, he had no choice but to listen to her. Sam cursed loudly and angrily, gripping the handlebars of his bike as he whipped the sleek projectile around in an illegal U-turn.
"Fine," he caved. "Afia, call me. Call me as soon as he leaves. Don't let the night end without me hearing your voice."
"I will. I'm home. Ride safely."
She hung up the phone and shoved the money for her fare into the taxi driver's hands, climbing out of the car. Her hijab had fallen off in her flight. She ducked her head and hurried into the building. She knew he was coming. She had to prepare.
The maroon door creaked open, and Afia entered the living room. She took several steadying breaths, and she sat on the edge of the couch. She waited for the pounding knocks that thundered at her door within the half hour. Even though she was ready for it, the sound gave her a start anyway. Bionca groggily padded out of her room as Afia was opening the door.
"Who is that—"
"You slut!" Rayan's hand connected with the side of Afia's face in a blow so hard it whipped her head to the side. She screamed in pain and horror, flung to the floor by the force. Afia looked up at her brother in alarm. Bionca was on his back clawing at his face like a madwoman.
"Bionca! Bionca!" she shouted.
Afia had to take control of the situation. She couldn't have this happening. Not here. Not like this. She threw herself to her feet and quickly shut the door so their neighbors wouldn't witness the scene. Then, she pried Bionca off of her older brother. "I'm okay," she sobbed. She pulled her friend into a tight hug. "I'm okay. Please, go to your room. I'll take care of this."
"He hurt you." Bionca growled, trying to tear out of Afia's grip to attack him again.
"She deserved it," Rayan stated defiantly. "Out with him? A man like him? Acting like a common harlot? Not my little sister, Afia."
Afia pushed Bionca out of the living room. It took all her strength. Bionca only gave up when she was sure Rayan wouldn't put his hands on Afia in anger again. He looked like a broken man, staring at Afia with accusatory eyes that glistened. His face was set in a scowl that showed all his disappointment. Afia felt like she could die. She couldn't believe he had seen her. She knew it was breaking her brother's heart.
"Rayan," she pleaded. She went to him, throwing her arms around him. He stood stiff as a board and wouldn't accept her affection. "My brother, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Who is he?" he asked her hoarsely.
"His name is Sam. He's my...he was my boyfriend."
"No, Afia," he said sternly. He took her by the shoulders in a firm grip and shook her once, trying to shake some sense into her. "He is a temptation sent to lead you into wickedness, and I will not stand by and let such a thing happen to you. I won't let you end up like
When her cellphone rang, Afia jumped at the sound. She quickly pulled it out of her purse and stared at the number. It was Sam. She answered the phone weakly, "Sam?"
"What happened? Darling, where are you? Who was that? Are you okay? I'm headed to your apartment."
"No!" she shouted. "No, don't go to my apartment, whatever you do. That was my brother, Sam. He'll kill you if he sees you again."
"You can't ask me not to come to you, Afia. Don't ask me not to do that. I have to see you and make sure everything is okay."
"I'm in a taxi, and I'm headed home. I know my brother will make his way there, and he'll probably be drunk, and I know he'll be livid. Believe me, I can handle him better than anyone when he's like that, but I can't allow the situation to become inflamed by your presence. Please, Sam!" Her voice cracked.
He could tell she was crying. She didn't want him going to her apartment. His bristled with rage. He knew Rayan was her brother, but he couldn't fathom leaving Afia to face him alone. If she said it was the best thing, however, he had no choice but to listen to her. Sam cursed loudly and angrily, gripping the handlebars of his bike as he whipped the sleek projectile around in an illegal U-turn.
"Fine," he caved. "Afia, call me. Call me as soon as he leaves. Don't let the night end without me hearing your voice."
"I will. I'm home. Ride safely."
She hung up the phone and shoved the money for her fare into the taxi driver's hands, climbing out of the car. Her hijab had fallen off in her flight. She ducked her head and hurried into the building. She knew he was coming. She had to prepare.
The maroon door creaked open, and Afia entered the living room. She took several steadying breaths, and she sat on the edge of the couch. She waited for the pounding knocks that thundered at her door within the half hour. Even though she was ready for it, the sound gave her a start anyway. Bionca groggily padded out of her room as Afia was opening the door.
"Who is that—"
"You slut!" Rayan's hand connected with the side of Afia's face in a blow so hard it whipped her head to the side. She screamed in pain and horror, flung to the floor by the force. Afia looked up at her brother in alarm. Bionca was on his back clawing at his face like a madwoman.
"Bionca! Bionca!" she shouted.
Afia had to take control of the situation. She couldn't have this happening. Not here. Not like this. She threw herself to her feet and quickly shut the door so their neighbors wouldn't witness the scene. Then, she pried Bionca off of her older brother. "I'm okay," she sobbed. She pulled her friend into a tight hug. "I'm okay. Please, go to your room. I'll take care of this."
"He hurt you." Bionca growled, trying to tear out of Afia's grip to attack him again.
"She deserved it," Rayan stated defiantly. "Out with him? A man like him? Acting like a common harlot? Not my little sister, Afia."
Afia pushed Bionca out of the living room. It took all her strength. Bionca only gave up when she was sure Rayan wouldn't put his hands on Afia in anger again. He looked like a broken man, staring at Afia with accusatory eyes that glistened. His face was set in a scowl that showed all his disappointment. Afia felt like she could die. She couldn't believe he had seen her. She knew it was breaking her brother's heart.
"Rayan," she pleaded. She went to him, throwing her arms around him. He stood stiff as a board and wouldn't accept her affection. "My brother, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Who is he?" he asked her hoarsely.
"His name is Sam. He's my...he was my boyfriend."
"No, Afia," he said sternly. He took her by the shoulders in a firm grip and shook her once, trying to shake some sense into her. "He is a temptation sent to lead you into wickedness, and I will not stand by and let such a thing happen to you. I won't let you end up like
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