Salem Charm: Book 3 of Colson Brothers Series Read Online Free

there’s no music playing to at least attempt to cover my obvious discomfort. At least these jeans are comfortable. I miss my Jimmy Choos. The poor things are shoved carelessly into one of his bags.
     
    Almost seven hours later, the sign reading Black Mountain perfectly described my mood, and added to my fear. “Where are you taking me?” I’m less afraid of Lou than I am the rest of this adventure. I don’t know this man, and now I’m about to meet his brother. This Turner guy sounds dreadful. I can only hope his ‘bitch’, or ‘old lady’, as Lou insists on calling her, is nice. I could use someone to talk to right about now.
    Normally that would be Myles. I miss my best friend. Lou is forcing me to realize just how much I take for granted when it comes to Myles. He really does spoil me. Lou does not spoil me. Not one bit.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    “Wherever I see fit to keep you alive.” There’s that bad mood again. It seems the longer we go without speaking, the snippier he gets when I break the silence. This man is either a jerk, or complicated. I’m going with jerk at the moment.
    “I just asked where we are going, no need to get snippy.”
    “I don’t get ‘snippy’, I get annoyed. The last transport that mouthed off to me found himself in the fucking trunk. Don’t think you’re any different just because you wear a damn skirt.”
    I can’t believe the audacity of this man!! Instead of dignifying him with a reply I un-dignified myself with a good pout out the window. The man is unbearable. I can’t wait for this to be over. I hope my father is okay… shoot. What if he’s not?? Then what do I do?? I’ve been so busy being mad at this jerk next to me I haven’t had time to worry about my father.
    Lou picked up my hand so I looked at him. His expression had softened, “It’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
    I snatched my hand back, “I can take care of myself thank you Mr. Colson. You are, if nothing else, a hinderance. Kindly give me my father’s money and drop me somewhere with a public telephone. I’ve had enough of your mouth.”
    He slammed on the brakes making me brace myself with my hands on the dashboard. Then he grabbed my arm to face him. “I’m not here to be nice, or cater to your every snobbish desire like Myles. Me being here is a risk I rarely take. Anywhere east of the Mississippi river is an invitation to get a lot of people hurt. People I love. I don’t give a rat’s ass about you beyond keeping you alive and getting paid. Now sit back and for once today, shut the hell up.” He let go and pulled back onto the now dirt road. “Women.” I heard him complain as I composed myself.
    “Insufferable ass.” I went back to looking out the window.
    “You call me insufferable. I’ve never met more stuck up bitch in my life.” He informed me as he sped up.
    “Probably because you hang around loose women.” Great, now I’m picking fights with this man. This man I barely know.
    “As a matter a fact, I do not. Although I did get a wicked forty-dollar blow job before I left Arizona.”
    I covered my ears, “I did NOT need to know that!!”
    He’s laughing now. “Yeah, probably not, but you’re irritating the shit out of me.”
    “Maybe we shouldn’t speak to each other for a while.” I suggested firmly.
    “Good idea.” I can see him shaking his head. “You talk too much anyway.”
    “I was trying to be polite.” I argued.
    “And she’s still talking.” He glanced at me. “You don’t get out much, do you?”
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “I get out plenty Mr. Colson.”
    “Boyfriend take you out to fancy restaurants and shit?”
    “Language Mr. Colson.” I reminded him before continuing. “No, I’m currently between boyfriends.” I lied. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve played spin the bottle type games over the years, but aside from an uncomfortable sloppy kiss here and there, my experience with men is