Grey (Storm's Soldiers MC Book 2) Read Online Free

had left in just enough torso to show he was wearing a doctor’s coat. That’s the part of him he wanted to show to the world.
    I looked away. “It’s him.”
    “So, should I confirm the request or should I confirm and then invite him to that party we’re going to on Friday?”
    She grinned madly. She knew my past with him, but nothing was too dark for Aubrey to turn into a joke.
    “You can try,” I said. “But he’s not gonna show up unless it’s a LAN party.”
    “Aww,” she said, conspicuously clicking the ‘Not Now,’ button. “I had some kinks in my muscles that I was hoping he could beat out.”
    “That’s messed up,” Faith said from her side. “Our girl’s hurting, don’t you know that?”
    “Yeah, but not physically, at least.”
    “It’s fine. He just sent that?” I asked, peeking back over. They had no reason to know each other, other than me.
    “He must have seen you add me recently. He’s trying to triangulate you.”
    “Fantastic,” I said. “How do you convince boys to leave you alone?”
    “My personality usually does the trick.” Aubrey shoved the bud back in her ear and tossed me a serious look. “You should really try being more of a bitch.”
    “That’s what I’ve been telling her,” Faith grumbled, before going back to her own screen.
    I swayed miserably before my own laptop. A boy I didn’t want was after me, and the boy I shouldn’t want still had hold over my mind. Why was I so weak? If I wasn’t all Georgia peach, Rico would be in jail with scratchmarks all over his face and Vaughn would be a memory. I deserved better than both of them.
    Hell, even if Vaughn wasn’t a racist, he was a biker. He was a criminal. Ok, a criminal with a passing interest in classical music and history, fine, but he didn’t choose to act on those interests. Actions spoke louder than thoughts.
    Actions speak louder than words. I typed it out on screen.
    Relevant to my essay? No.
    But it was true. Rico had been nice and squeaky clean in his own head, but he had laid hands on me. What had Vaughn done?
    Well, he’d had sex with me. He’d lay in bed and held me tight. He had listened to me play piano. He’d shown interest in my classes. Heck, he’d even offered me a ride to them.
    His words – the ones that he’d spoken? Well, they’d been mostly about how fucking hot he thought I was. The only ones he couldn’t explain were the ink marks he’d scrawled over his chest. Who knew how long ago that had all been?
    Suddenly my head piled up with thoughts and I started bashing them out into my blank screen. Nothing about the essay – I’d deal with that later.
    These were questions for Vaughn.
    Faith said something about ‘devil lighting a fire in me,’ but I didn’t respond. There were so many things I wanted to understand about the past couple weeks, longer than that if you went into Vaughn’s individual past. It all came pouring out now.
    I got through a page and a half before cracking my knuckles and plopping back in my seat.
    “Done?” Faith asked.
    “Just beginning.”
    My phone sat like a smooth black stone next to my laptop. I flicked it to life and went through my text history. Vaughn’s number sat nameless. I thumbed through our short exchanges.
    Free? Yeah. Coming tonight. When? 8, cool? Definitely.
    It made me chuckle. Was this the love story I’d been pining over losing? No, but it meant that there wasn’t much at stake if I looked into it a bit more.
    I thought a moment then tapped out my message: I had some questions. Can you talk?
    The message went to ‘Sending’ and then ‘Delivered.’
    I smacked the phone back on the table, wondering if this had been a huge mistake. The catharsis that had overtaken me after writing had washed away. A gnawing feeling was starting to work its way up my stomach.
    I scuttled over by Faith and started talking clothes. She showed me the thick winter wear in her shopping cart and I helped hem her down from four sets to two