Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) Read Online Free Page B

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    I fell into a foggy daze. There was movement all around me. Commotion and screaming. I could barely make out Jackie picking up a chair. Then I saw her swing it at the man. Then the man was on the floor, next to me. Only, he wasn’t doing as hot as I was. He looked about ten shades lighter. Not to mention, that his blood was spilling out on the carpet. I couldn’t help but smile before I dropped my head back down and passed out.

Jackie
    T he man was self-destructive . I mean, what was he doing wearing his gang’s colors on our turf? I couldn’t believe the guy. It was as if he would do anything possible to sabotage our agreement. He’d even sacrifice his life to do so.
    “Why’d you come here?” I asked him, cleaning his wounds in my bathroom. I had a small, dingy apartment, but it was a roof. I’ve had worse.
    “I’m a restless man.” he said. “Admittedly, I came here for answers.”
    “Answers?” I poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball and rubbed it against the cut above his eye.
    “ Shit! Watch it, will ya? That stuff stings.” He was practically crying like a little baby. Finally, he answered my question. “Yeah, answers. Like why is it that you hate Courage so much? All we’re doing is helping you.”
    I shook my head and poured him a glass of whisky. “Drink.” I said. He slammed it down and I poured him another. “You know why I hate Courage. I associate them with people like you. Hotheads. Lunatics. Big club owners and the like. In fact, your whole history has been tumultuous, not to mention completely dangerous. You’re a liability and it puts us all in danger. The feds are no doubt watching everyone because of you.” I said, feeling the pressure rise up inside me. Yeah, I was getting worked up, but it was for good reason. These bastards were essentially a large corporation. They needed some humility. They needed a female to set them straight. “You’re going to need stitches. This is a pretty bad cut.” I whispered, leaning against him.
    “Now, wait a minute. You’re going to tell me that your men don’t participate in dangerous things? You’re joking, right? You guys waged an all out war against the Larkin Family back in the 90’s. How do you think you got the territory you own now? You guys were fuckin’ ruthless.” He laughed and grabbed a needle and thread out of my first aid kit. “I can do it. It ain’t the first time I’ve stitched myself up.”
    “I haven’t forgotten those days, Rust. Every second of my childhood was spent living in fear. You’re not listening to me. This is a new era. A new world. We have to learn to work together, without all the violence. Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. The Hells’ Wheels are over. At least, how it used to be is. Besides, you didn’t come to ‘Magic 8’ for answers.” she said.
    “Oh yeah? Then enlighten me, babe. Why exactly did I come to your shitty bar?” He pressed the needle against the skin of his cheek and punctured through the wound. He wound the thread through and repeated until he reached the end. It looked like it stung, but he didn’t even twitch. No, instead he clenched his teeth, groaning as the wound was forced to close tighter and tighter. He tied the thread and cleaned himself up. “There we go.” he said, utterly relieved.
    “You’re not going to admit it?” I asked him, leaning back in my chair. My shirt was tight around my breasts and I could sense he wanted to take control and assert himself. And yet, his pride made him hold back from doing what his body wanted him to do. Take me, use me. Complete me. There were so many things that I hated about him, but I still couldn’t help but feel that familiar tingling sensation come from between my legs as I watched his arms bulge against his shirt as he applied pressure onto his cut face.
    “Admit what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came because you’re a pain in my ass, okay? That’s it. End of story.