Resurrection (Wesson Rebel MC Series Book 3) Read Online Free

With a little hair dye, and a dig into the back of my closet for clothes I swore I’d never wear again, I’ll step back into the skin I once shed.

Prophet
     
    I stare at the bathroom door Vita disappeared behind. The silent woman with hazel eyes full of fire bothers me. The shock that lined her oval-shaped face followed swiftly by hope the first time we met, stirred the demons I keep in a cage. The freckles that trail across the bridge of her nose are charming, innocent in a way I know she can’t be. Not with the wicked parallel scar on her neck and the secrets she laid bare. I curl my lip up in disgust.
    Didn’t I learn my lesson about women last time?
    Part of me loathes her, for the memory jog. Here among Wesson, I found my true home. I can be whatever I like. No one judges me. There’s no set of hoops to jump through and no right or wrong way to do things. I put the pain of my past behind me and never looked back.
    Until now.
    We can run from the things that haunt us, but sooner or later, they show back up…hell bent on doing us damage.
    Jewel Ritchie. The blonde beauty with brilliant sky blue eyes, delicate features, a slight petite, frame and pouty pink lips had rocked my world. She was everything I could’ve dreamed up. Born to a pair of deaf parents with partial hearing, she made the tough decision to get a cochlear implant, placing herself smack dab in the middle of the hearing world and the deaf community.
    I thought she understood me and loved me. I could never have guessed the type of evil she was capable of. An image of her lips twisting into a condescending smirk fills my head. I long to throw back a shot of whiskey, but I know the amber liquid can never save me from the things running through my skull.
    It’s a dark, shadowy place full of pitfalls and pieces of me, I wish never existed. This woman playing the starring role in my memories is on the top of my regrets list. She laughed while my world fell to pieces. The jail cell she’s rotting in is too good for her. The best thing that came from her trial other than an admission of guilt was the annulment the judge granted me. But I would never see her dead. That would mean the punishment ended. I wanted her to suffer for the rest of her miserable life. Long sobered up, I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, wishing I could stop the flow of memories.
    I can’t remember the first time I understood I was different from the rest of my family. Maybe it was at the parade when I covered my ears to escape the blaring horn of the fire-truck while the four of them stood beside me, still and unmoved. Perhaps it was the trip to the grocery store where only I heard the cashier calling my mother to inform her she left her card. Whatever the particular moment it connected in my head, I always felt the divide. It might as well have been a line drawn in the sand. I can’t say it was their fault entirely. They never expected to have a child like me. Not with the odds being what they were and my three siblings being deaf. Then I popped out, a surprise in more ways than one. One foot in two worlds, I was forced to choose. I did for her— I chose wrong.
    The memory of when I met pure evil disguised as an angel fills me with unease. I can recall it, like it all just happened yesterday…
    … I power-walk toward the building, cursing my job for keeping me late, yet again. Filming the videos for the new class we would be launching at the college were taking longer than anticipated. It’s exciting being a part of what felt like real progress. For the first time, our small town could be considered downright progressive. It’s a victory I relish, after growing up in one of the two deaf families in our tiny community. My legs eat up the concrete and I shift the messenger bag on my shoulder. Something solid knocks me off course. I stumble, right myself, and reach out to do the same to the person who’d collided with me like a bumper car.
    “I am so