Miles (Highway Reapers MC): Inked Hearts Read Online Free

order to discuss the job with him. But then she decided it was better to let him eat first. Rested and well fed would leave Sylar in the optimal mood to approach the topic. Retreating back towards the kitchen Brea picked up her own plate of pizza and came and sat beside her brother.
     
    He was watching a Nascar race, his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table. For a while they ate in silence, with only the excited chatter of the commentator and the roar of the engines filling the space between them. There had been a time when her brother was determined to be a Nascar driver. He’d power his little go cart up and down the street and tell everyone that one day he was going to be a famous driver and be the fastest in the world.
     
    “Speed isn’t everything,” their father would warn.
     
    “It is if you want to be the best,” Sylar would challenge. Even as a little boy he was a hot headed thrill seeker. He’d ride his go cart so hard and fast that the tires wore too thin and pedals became loose. Sylar was competitive too. He’d challenge any kid he saw on their street to a race and he’d beat them every time, even if they were on a two wheel bike. It was like there was a fire inside him that would only diminish when he was racing through the wind on his go cart and then eventually his bike.
     
    Brea often wondered what happened to that fire after her parents died. She often thought it must have just been abruptly extinguished by sorrow. But when Sylar bought himself a motorcycle she began to entertain the thought that perhaps the fire was still there. Perhaps a part of Sylar still had to race to be the best. But she never asked. There was so much between them that went unsaid.
     

Chapter 4
     
    The race had almost ended when Brea finally worked up the courage to ask Sylar about the job. She carefully unfolded the piece of paper she’d earlier wedged in her pocket and smoothed it out on the table beside his feet, her heart racing the entire time. At first Sylar didn’t notice what she was doing, he was too engrossed in the final moments of the action on TV. But then he caught a glance of the piece of paper and with a prolonged sigh hoisted himself up to grab it.
     
    “What’s this?” he asked curtly.
     
    “It’s what we were discussing earlier.” Brea explained sweetly, clenching her hands in a neat ball upon her lap. She watched her brother’s expression darken as he read the advert he was holding.
     
    “Where did you get this?” he demanded. Brea’s heart sank. He was going to be so angry at her for going to the library that she wasn’t even going to get chance to plead her case about the job.
     
    “Did you go out while I was asleep?”
     
    “Yes!” Brea cried, springing up to her feet. She’d finally found something to give her life purpose, to help further her love of art and she wasn’t about to let Sylar ruin that for her. She knew that just because he’d helped her growing up she didn’t owe him a lifetime of servitude.
     
    “I went to the library, Sylar. Like any normal person would do when they need to use the internet. You can shout and scream at me all you want but there’s a big world out there and I’m done with staying away from it!”
     
    “Don’t you realize how dangerous our town is?” Sylar raged as he threw the piece of paper back down.
     
    “No, I don’t!” Brea snapped. “I don’t because you never let me go out to experience anything. You just keep me locked up here all day! I need to live my life, Sylar. Surely you get that?”
     
    Sylar was scowling at her, collecting his thoughts. Brea snapped up the momentary silence between them to the further advance her cause.
     
    “Yes, I went to the library while you slept. I went there because I want a job, Sylar. I want to do something that excites me, something that lets me live a little. And if this town is so damn dangerous you’ll be pleased that the job I want to do is in the next town