His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) Read Online Free Page A

the brake, slowing down just enough to
easily avoid hitting a car that had fallen on its roof. There was a body
halfway out of it, and he scowled.
    “Maybe it would be better if you
closed your eyes for now? Some people don’t know when to give up and
surrender,” Grim muttered, not wanting to inconvenience his helpless, broken
bird with things that could be too much of a strain on his mind.
    But Andrey kept his eyes open,
and his face became an expressionless mask. “They deserve it.”
    Grim was so surprised to hear
something like that come out of those sweet lips that he looked over at him
briefly as he maneuvered the truck around the fallen vehicle, sliding off the
asphalt with one side. There were more of them closer to the gate, and Grim
cursed beneath his breath as he saw two men in Coffin Nails MC cuts rush into
the road with machine guns. “Hide, quick,” he said and leaned forward so his
mask could emerge out of the shadows of the cab.
    He didn’t need to repeat himself.
Andrey unbuckled his belt and slid down to the floor in front of the seat.
“Don’t let them take me, please,” he whispered and hid his head under his arms,
his voice getting a higher pitch.
    “I won’t,” mumbled Grim before
waving at the two men, who must have recognized him, as they lowered their
weapons. They waved back, and just like that, he was on his way. Air slowly
left his lungs when seconds later he passed the gate that had been ripped out
of its hinges during the first phase of the raid. He pushed his fingers
underneath the mask to let in some air. He was done here.
    It took a full minute before
Andrey looked up at him with those big eyes and trembling lips that Grim
couldn’t wait to have around his cock. Grim’s brothers had no idea that he’d
smuggled out the most precious thing in that compound.
    “Are we out?” Andrey whispered
despite it being just them in the truck.
    Grim nodded but drove farther,
knowing he needed to drive past the local Coffin Nails clubhouse before he
could unpack his prize in peace. The border with Mississippi was within reach,
but he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to wait such a long time before he got his
hands on Andrey. The bird was clearly scared, and Grim needed a break too.
    Andrey was breathtaking the way
he looked now, curled up, with what was left of his calves dragging over the
clean mat on the floor, small enough to disappear from view and hide from the
men who could take him away from Grim.
    “We’re not safe yet, but you can
get back into the seat. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it.”
    Andrey slowly crawled back into
the seat, and his heavy breaths filled the cab. “I don’t have anything. My
wheelchair was left behind …”
    Grim smiled, quickly pulled off
the mask, and shook his head. He knew he didn’t look his best now—with shiny
skin and sweaty hair—but it was the best he could do in those circumstances.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you a new one.”
    Grim enjoyed the way Andrey
stalled. “Generous, strong, brave … and handsome? Guess I’ve hit the jackpot,
right?” He laughed, but it sounded nervous, and Grim didn’t miss the way Andrey
clutched the seatbelt at his chest.
    He squeezed Andrey’s shoulder,
trying to communicate his good intentions, his support, and his strength.
“Relax. I won’t let anything happen to you. They’d have to walk over my dead
body,” he promised.
    Andrey went silent for a while.
“I don’t have any ID. Don’t let the police stop us, okay?”
    Grim nodded. “Don’t worry. I can
handle the police. We’ll get you documents. I have friends who owe me a favor,
and they can do that for me.”
    Andrey sank into the seat with a
deep exhale, and when he didn’t say anything, just watching the dark forest in
front of them, Grim figured it would be a good time for a call to Ripper. The
Louisiana club president needed to know his Nomad warrior wasn’t dead yet.
    “Don’t say anything now, okay?”
he asked Andrey before