Liar (Devil's Fighters MC Book 1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Evelyn Glass
anything to say to this monster at her door. Wordlessly, she made to close the front door back in his face, but he quickly stuck his boot-clad foot between the door and the jamb.
“Wait!” he cried. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. It was uncalled for.”
“Your presence here is uncalled for,” Alyssa said, her eyes glaring daggers into his hard features.
He gave her a half-grin that chilled her to the bone. “You haven’t lost your spunk. I like you.”
“Lucky me,” she muttered audibly. She straightened up to her full height. “What do you want?”
“I just told you.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “I accept your condolences. Now please, leave my property and never come back.”
His dark eyes watched her intently. “You really hate us, girl, don’t you?”
“I’m not a girl anymore,” Alyssa said, meeting his gaze straight on. “And yes, I really hate you.”
He didn’t say anything for the longest time and merely continued to watch her, as if he were looking for something. Eventually, he nodded. “I guess that’s fair enough,” he finally said. “Still, we’ll be at your parents’ funeral tomorrow. I came to let you know we don’t mean to stir any trouble, so don’t be scared when to see us. We just want to pay our respects.”
Hell, no. Alyssa had to physically bite down on her tongue in order to keep herself from telling him exactly where he and his friends could shove their respects.
“I don’t want you there,” she said once she felt she had regained enough self-control.
“The club, or Xavier?”
Alyssa could actually feel herself fuming. How dare he speak to her about Xavier? How dare he even utter his name in her presence after what he and his “club” did to him? To them ?
“ Any of you,” she clarified. “Tomorrow, I don’t even want to know you exist.”
“Sorry, girlie,” the man said, “it’s not up you. Your father was always good to us. He never cared who we were; he always patched us up when we showed up bleeding at his hospital. We just want to honor a friend’s memory.”
“My father was no friend of yours,” Alyssa said, horrified that the man was even suggesting it. “He was a doctor who took his duties seriously, that’s all.”
“Whatever the case, we’ll be there to say goodbye.”
“No, you won’t.” She couldn’t care less about this man and his club, or about the power they held over Pinebrook and too many of its people. “Contrary what you seem to believe, it is up to me. They’re my parents, and I’m the one who gets to decide who’s going to be there and who isn’t. If I so much as see a horn in the vicinity, I’m going to call the cops.”
The man’s grin widened infuriatingly. “And have them do what? Arrest us? Remove us? Good luck with that.”
Alyssa could feel her rage escalating. It was a well-known fact that half of the police force in Pinebrook was on this man’s payroll. Even after eight years, Alyssa had not forgotten about that; she didn’t think she could ever forget. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. This scumbag and his following would not be at her parents’ funeral, even if it had to be the last thing Alyssa ever did.
“I don’t care what I have to do,” she said, voicing her thoughts, “you will not be there.”
The man’s eyes flashed dangerously. For a moment, Alyssa thought she had gone too far, and she was afraid. It was one thing to decide not to let those bastards intimidate her; it was another matter entirely to ignore the danger they represented.
However, the man’s thunderous expression vanished as quickly as it had appeared—which, if possibly, actually alarmed Alyssa more.
“Whatever you say, girlie,” he said. “I’ll leave you to it. Again, I’m very sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man, and your mother was an exquisite woman.”
Alyssa
“Wait!” he cried. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. It was uncalled for.”
“Your presence here is uncalled for,” Alyssa said, her eyes glaring daggers into his hard features.
He gave her a half-grin that chilled her to the bone. “You haven’t lost your spunk. I like you.”
“Lucky me,” she muttered audibly. She straightened up to her full height. “What do you want?”
“I just told you.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “I accept your condolences. Now please, leave my property and never come back.”
His dark eyes watched her intently. “You really hate us, girl, don’t you?”
“I’m not a girl anymore,” Alyssa said, meeting his gaze straight on. “And yes, I really hate you.”
He didn’t say anything for the longest time and merely continued to watch her, as if he were looking for something. Eventually, he nodded. “I guess that’s fair enough,” he finally said. “Still, we’ll be at your parents’ funeral tomorrow. I came to let you know we don’t mean to stir any trouble, so don’t be scared when to see us. We just want to pay our respects.”
Hell, no. Alyssa had to physically bite down on her tongue in order to keep herself from telling him exactly where he and his friends could shove their respects.
“I don’t want you there,” she said once she felt she had regained enough self-control.
“The club, or Xavier?”
Alyssa could actually feel herself fuming. How dare he speak to her about Xavier? How dare he even utter his name in her presence after what he and his “club” did to him? To them ?
“ Any of you,” she clarified. “Tomorrow, I don’t even want to know you exist.”
“Sorry, girlie,” the man said, “it’s not up you. Your father was always good to us. He never cared who we were; he always patched us up when we showed up bleeding at his hospital. We just want to honor a friend’s memory.”
“My father was no friend of yours,” Alyssa said, horrified that the man was even suggesting it. “He was a doctor who took his duties seriously, that’s all.”
“Whatever the case, we’ll be there to say goodbye.”
“No, you won’t.” She couldn’t care less about this man and his club, or about the power they held over Pinebrook and too many of its people. “Contrary what you seem to believe, it is up to me. They’re my parents, and I’m the one who gets to decide who’s going to be there and who isn’t. If I so much as see a horn in the vicinity, I’m going to call the cops.”
The man’s grin widened infuriatingly. “And have them do what? Arrest us? Remove us? Good luck with that.”
Alyssa could feel her rage escalating. It was a well-known fact that half of the police force in Pinebrook was on this man’s payroll. Even after eight years, Alyssa had not forgotten about that; she didn’t think she could ever forget. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. This scumbag and his following would not be at her parents’ funeral, even if it had to be the last thing Alyssa ever did.
“I don’t care what I have to do,” she said, voicing her thoughts, “you will not be there.”
The man’s eyes flashed dangerously. For a moment, Alyssa thought she had gone too far, and she was afraid. It was one thing to decide not to let those bastards intimidate her; it was another matter entirely to ignore the danger they represented.
However, the man’s thunderous expression vanished as quickly as it had appeared—which, if possibly, actually alarmed Alyssa more.
“Whatever you say, girlie,” he said. “I’ll leave you to it. Again, I’m very sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man, and your mother was an exquisite woman.”
Alyssa
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