Running Wild (Hell Ryders MC Book 1) Read Online Free

She smiled her best fake smile, then looked away.
    “Did he hit you, Allie?”
    Her gaze snapped back to him. He wasn’t joking. She swallowed, hating herself for what she would do next. “No.”
    He lifted her chin, gaze scanning her face for endless moments, and then he released her. “I’ll call Dad. Tell him you’re with me, so he doesn’t call the cops.”
    “No, I’ll do it.”
    He shook his head. “No, you aren’t. I don’t want him fuckin’ with your head. I’m not telling you never to speak to him again. That’s your decision, but I’m telling you, you need time, and you’re getting that time. I’m making sure of it.”
    A command, one she wouldn’t take lightly considering he never commanded her to do anything. She didn’t have the will to fight him anyway.
    “Rest easy. I’ll be back later.” He then walked out the door and shut it behind him.
    ****
    “What’s the deal, Army?”
    Trigger wanted to know, but couldn’t summon the courage to ask, so he was glad when someone else did.
    “My dad’s a fuckin’ dick,” Army replied snidely, still in a foul mood. Army didn’t often get angry, but when he did, it was nasty, and it could last days.
    “Yeah, well, thought you knew that, bro.”
    Rake. The damned brother couldn’t say anything without sarcasm. Annoying as hell, especially when you were in a bad mood, and Trig usually was.
    “Yeah, I knew, just didn’t think he’d be a dick to my baby sister.”
    Army’s sister. He couldn’t believe his luck. Finally, a girl worth something walks into the garage, and she’s related to his brother, meaning off limits.
    She wasn’t just pretty. She was beautiful. All it took—one look, and she had him. On the thin side, but she had curves, fantastic legs, dark, long hair, and hazel eyes that turned olive-green in the sun. Even wearing slim-fitted jeans and a loose, white blouse, she was something. Not like it mattered; she had class and money, the type who had gone to the best private schools and took etiquette lessons. Women like that wouldn’t look twice at a biker like him. They steered clear of men with rough pasts who grew up in trailers.
    Still, never in a million years would he have guessed a girl looking as sheltered as her was related to Army. He’d known Army for seven years now, and never had the brother mentioned he’d come from money. He had known he had a sister.
    “Hate to break this to you, but there’s nothin’ ‘baby’ about your sister,” Dash said with a smile.
    Trig thought the same thing, but he’d never in a million years say that shit aloud. Stupid considering Army’s nasty mood, not to mention, he’d just punched another brother in the face for claiming her.
    Army’s eyes hardened and flared, his shoulders tensing. “You want a broken nose, too?”
    Dash shrugged. “Naw, thanks, gotta tap tonight.”
    Sure, he did. Bikers, especially with cuts of Hell Ryders MC, all had their share of “taps” meaning girls willing to roll in the sack with no strings attached.
    Army pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and brought it to his ear. “Asshole.” His greeting. It got several chuckles from his brothers. “I’m calling to inform you, you’re done fuckin’ with my sister. She’s with me. Don’t even think about calling the cops. She came on her own ’cause her piece-of-shit cheating, lying bastard of a father wants to fuck with her life. You aren’t fuckin’ with it anymore. You’re never fuckin’ with her again. You try, you’re dealing with me.”
    Army paused, looking like he would reach through the phone and strangle his father. “She quit the company. She doesn’t want that fancy ass apartment, and you know what else? She isn’t marrying that cheating bastard either.”
    With those final words, he ended the call, stormed out of the room, and into the kitchen. A moment later, a crashing sounded and echoed through the room.
    Rake took a pull of his beer. “Bet you fifty