CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) Read Online Free Page B

fine.”
    “This
kid’s got some rich parents, too, I take it?”
    “Yes,
something like that.”
    “And
the police? Your father? They can’t help you?”
    “He’s
crazy, Cole. He threatened to hurt me or my family if I go to the police.”
    “Threatened
you? Outright?”
    “Well,
not in so many words, they were more like veiled threats, but I know that’s
what he wanted me to think.”
    Crash
watched her body language, listened to the tone of her voice. On this, now, she
was telling the truth. At least the fear he sensed in her was real. Very real.
She’d actually started to tremble. Oh, it wasn’t that noticeable, but he’d
picked up on it. He knew Cole probably had as well.
    “And
what could the police really do for me, anyway? File a report? Even a
restraining order-”
    Crash
cut her off, interjecting, “A restraining order wouldn’t do shit. If he wants
at her, police aren’t going to stop him.” His words were for Cole, but he held
Shannon’s eyes as he said them.
    Cole’s
eyes cut to Crash, and then returned to Shannon. “What about hiring a personal
bodyguard? Your father’s loaded.”
    “My
father likes him. He wants us together. He thinks it’s a perfect match. I can’t
figure out why. He somehow wormed his way into my father’s graces.” She shook
her head. “Anyway, my father thinks I’m overreacting.”
    “Are
you?” Cole snapped.
    She
shook her head. “No, Cole. I swear. Please help me. I don’t know who else to
turn to.”
    Crash
studied her. The fear was there again, but it was mixed with a hint of desperation
now. And she’d have to be desperate and out of options, if she thought an MC
was her only option, but Crash had a feeling that may be the only honest thing she’d said.
    Cole
looked up at Crash as if he could read his mind. Then he looked back at Shannon.
“Give us a minute, darlin’,” he said, and not waiting for a reply, he slid from
the booth. With a jerk of his chin, he motioned for Crash to follow him.
    They
went out the front door, and Cole lit up a cigarette. Blowing out the smoke, he
turned to Crash. “I’m not getting the whole truth. She’s hiding something. I
can feel it.”
    “She’s
a woman. Chicks are experts at keeping shit from men. I think it’s in their
DNA. Must be something attached to that second X chromosome. The
lie-to-your-man G-nome.”
    Cole
rolled his eyes. “Can you be serious?”
    “I’m
always serious. I’m serious as a heart attack. What are you talking about?”
    “Right.”
    “Look,
yeah, she’s hiding something. They all are. And you won’t have a clue what it
is until it bites you in the ass. Get used to it.”
    Cole
shook his head. “I don’t have to get used to it.”
    “You
gonna stand there and pretend Angel didn’t keep shit from you?” They both knew
the truth on that one.
    Cole
took a hit off his cigarette, squinting down the street. “Well, I can’t bring
this shit to the club. We’re not in the goddamn protection business. And I sure
as hell am not bringing her home.”
    Crash
let out a laugh. “Christ. Angel would adopt her in ten seconds flat.”
    “Exactly.
So what the fuck am I gonna do with her?” He shook his head. “I dump her in a
hotel, she’s gonna be as unprotected as she is now.”
    Crash
studied Cole, looked back toward the bar and then down the street and said
casually, “I guess I could take her.”
    “You?”
Cole snorted, disbelievingly.
    Crash’s
eyes returned to him. “Yeah, me. You got another solution?”
    “You
sure? She’s a spoiled princess, and we’ve both seen her bitchy side before. She
gave you a taste of it not five minutes ago.”
    “Maybe
I can do something about that. Give her a taste of life on the other side of the
wrought-iron fence she’s been living behind.”
    Cole’s
eyebrows rose. “She’d be a handful. Sure you want to sign up for that?”
    “Have
you looked at her?”
    Cole
grinned. “Point taken.”
    “Besides,
I could use somebody to do