MC Romance: Ride of Their Lives (BBW, Military Romance, Alpha Male) (Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
haunts on his motorcycle. Though he was still the best shot on base, and had even run in to some old riding pals, there was not much that kept the spunky brunette from his mind.
He pulled the Harley into a gas station after a particularly long afternoon astride the beast.
He had almost finished pumping the gasoline when he heard a commotion on the far side of the station.
A young woman was battling three rowdy kids as she attempted to put air in a seriously deflated tire.
Annabelle Pomeretti.
Chris felt his stomach roll and twist. For a moment he thought that he might actually be sick. There, in her beat-up blazer was the wife, the widow, of Chris’s recently deceased best friend.
She looked like hell. No surprise there.
A young mother of three, newly widowed and left to fend for herself. It was no surprise that she looked as if she had been hung out to dry.
For a moment, he considered speaking with her, but then thought otherwise. She looked frazzled enough without a confrontation with Chris. For he knew that it would be just that. He was supposed to visit the family after Tony’s funeral, but he had not. Tony had been an avid family man. His wife and children were the pride of his life. As the best friend, and as a member of the same unit, he should have been there to help the family in their time of need.
However, he simply could not bring himself to do it. Guilt washed over him for his actions. He kicked the bike into gear and rumbled away before she could recognize him. Maybe he was a coward, but he was not ready to speak with her.
Instead, he decided to go visit one of his old riding buddies. At least these guys, who had slowly eased away from the life of crime, were not known for asking questions.
Chapter Six:
Natalie sat at her desk, brooding. Chris was potentially coming in for his appointment this afternoon and she had no idea what to do.
All of her spare time in the past days had been spent going over the extensive notes of Chris’s case file.
He was a highly decorated Seal sniper with more medals of honor than she had even heard of. It was obvious that he was the best of the best. The elite. He was known for his ability to evaluate a situation with quick, precise determination.
He flawlessly executed his plans, led his unit with poise and precision, and never took unnecessary risks.
His team was both skilled and unnaturally successful on their missions.
How, then, had everything gone so terribly wrong?
The case report from his most recent mission was shocking enough to raise the hair on the back of Natalie’s neck.
The elite group of seals had somehow been ambushed while they had been separated. One by one, the team members were slaughtered. All except for Chris Ryker.
The incident was currently under investigation and Natalie now understood why Chris was so hesitant to talk.
There were conflicting testimonies in the case. Chris’s debriefing had raised some questions that were inconsistent with the investigator’s findings.
Obviously his survival had raised questions. Despite their best efforts the analysts were unable to locate, or determine, infiltration by any enemy forces.
It appeared that the deaths had been an inside job. Cold-blooded murders.
Natalie could not blame his commanding officers for sending Chris to a therapist. Their theory was that if Chris was responsible for the deaths of his teammates, then a therapist might be able to draw a confession from him. If he was somehow innocent, they might be able to gather details about what actually occurred. If this were the case, though the odds did not sway in his favor, they figured that he would need professional help to deal with the trauma of such a brutal, internal attack.
Was Chris Ryker a homicidal manic? Had he murdered his own teammates and best friend?
Natalie tried to force that thought from her mind but it kept circling back to the same details.
A small notation at the base of the report concerned Natalie the
He pulled the Harley into a gas station after a particularly long afternoon astride the beast.
He had almost finished pumping the gasoline when he heard a commotion on the far side of the station.
A young woman was battling three rowdy kids as she attempted to put air in a seriously deflated tire.
Annabelle Pomeretti.
Chris felt his stomach roll and twist. For a moment he thought that he might actually be sick. There, in her beat-up blazer was the wife, the widow, of Chris’s recently deceased best friend.
She looked like hell. No surprise there.
A young mother of three, newly widowed and left to fend for herself. It was no surprise that she looked as if she had been hung out to dry.
For a moment, he considered speaking with her, but then thought otherwise. She looked frazzled enough without a confrontation with Chris. For he knew that it would be just that. He was supposed to visit the family after Tony’s funeral, but he had not. Tony had been an avid family man. His wife and children were the pride of his life. As the best friend, and as a member of the same unit, he should have been there to help the family in their time of need.
However, he simply could not bring himself to do it. Guilt washed over him for his actions. He kicked the bike into gear and rumbled away before she could recognize him. Maybe he was a coward, but he was not ready to speak with her.
Instead, he decided to go visit one of his old riding buddies. At least these guys, who had slowly eased away from the life of crime, were not known for asking questions.
Chapter Six:
Natalie sat at her desk, brooding. Chris was potentially coming in for his appointment this afternoon and she had no idea what to do.
All of her spare time in the past days had been spent going over the extensive notes of Chris’s case file.
He was a highly decorated Seal sniper with more medals of honor than she had even heard of. It was obvious that he was the best of the best. The elite. He was known for his ability to evaluate a situation with quick, precise determination.
He flawlessly executed his plans, led his unit with poise and precision, and never took unnecessary risks.
His team was both skilled and unnaturally successful on their missions.
How, then, had everything gone so terribly wrong?
The case report from his most recent mission was shocking enough to raise the hair on the back of Natalie’s neck.
The elite group of seals had somehow been ambushed while they had been separated. One by one, the team members were slaughtered. All except for Chris Ryker.
The incident was currently under investigation and Natalie now understood why Chris was so hesitant to talk.
There were conflicting testimonies in the case. Chris’s debriefing had raised some questions that were inconsistent with the investigator’s findings.
Obviously his survival had raised questions. Despite their best efforts the analysts were unable to locate, or determine, infiltration by any enemy forces.
It appeared that the deaths had been an inside job. Cold-blooded murders.
Natalie could not blame his commanding officers for sending Chris to a therapist. Their theory was that if Chris was responsible for the deaths of his teammates, then a therapist might be able to draw a confession from him. If he was somehow innocent, they might be able to gather details about what actually occurred. If this were the case, though the odds did not sway in his favor, they figured that he would need professional help to deal with the trauma of such a brutal, internal attack.
Was Chris Ryker a homicidal manic? Had he murdered his own teammates and best friend?
Natalie tried to force that thought from her mind but it kept circling back to the same details.
A small notation at the base of the report concerned Natalie the
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