Aftermath (Dividing Line #6) Read Online Free

see Rachel’s fist embedded in the flimsy plaster. It was a testament to the power of her that she’d put a hole right through it.
    “The only reason you’re still in one piece is because you’re his mum and our boys’ grandmother,” said Rachel.
    She shoved Estelle aside who watched them leave, considerably less lairy than before they’d arrived, rubbing her sore neck. She sighed with relief when the door slammed shut behind them, her hands shaking. Her mood quickly lifted when she saw the pile of cash sitting on her coffee table.

CHAPTER 3
     
    Shane wanted to run away when he saw the Laws storming up to him, Ryan’s face tight with anger while Rachel’s black eyes flashed. Estelle had a habit of making people feel like that. Shane threw his lads a warning glance, telling them to behave themselves but, judging by the way they hung their heads, they fully intended to.
    “A word in private,” Ryan told him with a nod of the head.
    Shane was reluctant to step away from the security of his group but he didn’t dare refuse, attempting to look nonchalant as he followed him. Rachel came too, smiling to herself when she saw Chug slumped against a brick wall cupping his aching genitals, going out of his way to avoid eye contact with her.
    Shane cringed when Ryan reached into his inner jacket pocket then exhaled noisily when he pulled out a notepad and pen.
    “You alright?” frowned Ryan.
    “Fine,” he replied, voice higher than normal.
    “I’m leaving you my phone number.”
    Shane resisted the urge to grin inanely.
    “It’s a business number and untraceable. I want you to keep an eye on Estelle’s flat, discreetly of course, and let me know if you see anything of interest.”
    “Like what?” Shane almost added the word Sir before resisting.
    “I’m sure you’ll know it when you see it. You seem to have a couple more brain cells than the rest of your cronies.”
    “No problem, you can leave it with me.”
    “And you don’t share this number with anyone, got it?”
    “Got it,” he replied, accepting the piece of paper. Cool crisp notes were pressed into his hand.
    “There’s five hundred. You’ll get double that if you come through.”
    Shane nodded in what he hoped was a man-of-the-world way, as though he was paid five hundred quid every day when inside he was jumping for joy. If he played his cards right he might get more work from the Laws, then he’d be well on his way to realising his dreams and getting off this estate, just like the man standing before him had. He’d built up an empire and was worth millions. Shane was determined that would be him one day.
     
    Rachel and Ryan climbed back into the unmolested Range Rover and set off in silence. Rachel’s anger ebbed away as they left the city behind, hitting the quiet country road that would take them to the East Midlands Airport for their flight to Aberdeen.
    “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that to your mum.”
    Ryan didn’t reply, fiercely slamming the vehicle into gear, making the engine growl.
    “I shouldn’t have lost it,” she continued. “I was there to keep you calm and instead I ended up going off on one.”
    Once again he didn’t reply, his gaze riveted to the road.
    “Ryan…”
    Without slowing down or giving any warning he swung the vehicle into a lay-by, causing the car behind to blare its horn as it drove by.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded.
    He switched off the engine and began pounding the steering wheel with his fists.
    “Stop it, you’re going to hurt yourself.” When he continued to bang his fists she unclipped her seatbelt, grasped his face in both hands and forced him to look at her. “Ryan I said stop it, do you hear me?”
    He glared at her, chest heaving, hands screwed up into big fists but Rachel felt no fear, he’d never hurt her. The next thing she knew his lips were crushing against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he unfastened his seatbelt, his kiss full of raw