The Price We Pay Read Online Free

he’s still following leads. I’m sure those leads guided him to the best donuts in town because he’s made no progress. No arrests. Just people of interest; one of which is Keylan, Sergeant in Arms for the Invisible Demons Motorcycle Club.
    I think Keylan, or some other members of the club, killed my brother.
    Mack wasn’t part of the club, though. He just ran drugs for them in hopes of becoming a member someday. Like it or not, this was my only way in, and the chance was slim at best. Maybe if I could meet Keylan, find out where he lived or where he hung out, I could figure out if he was the one who killed Harry. I knew a man like that wouldn’t fall for my bullshit so I had to stay under the radar as much as possible.
    “Soon honey, I promise,” I said softly as we drove down an alley that had seen better days. We weren’t in the best part of town. “And trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
    “It better be,” he said pulling in front of a vacant three-story building. I saw three men standing in front of their bikes, arms crossed on their chests, eyes firmly trained on us. I wasn’t prepared for three of them, not that it mattered. Mack stopped far enough away that we had to walk about ten feet to meet them because they didn’t move. There was a black duffle bag sitting on the ground in front of the guy on my right. He was wearing a leather vest with a bunch of patches on it. With the sun shining bright, and right on them, I wasn’t able to make out any details. Not that it mattered; I knew it was Keylan.
    He had greasy black hair that was long enough to touch his shoulders. A few piercings in each ear and was glaring at Mack. But the other two men standing at his side were glaring at me. The one on the left caught my attention the most. Black boots, dark jeans, and the cleanest white t-shirt I’ve ever seen. It had to be brand new. His bright blue eyes were on me, boring into mine like he was trying to read my soul. His jaw was tight. His eyes hard as rocks. I got the feeling he was pissed at me and I wasn’t sure why. Not being able to take it anymore, I snuggled into Mack’s side. Not that he can protect me.
    “You’re an idiot, Mack,” Keylan ground out taking a step towards him. “You got no fucking right bringing some bimbo with you.”
    I took that hit the best I could, I had to.
    “She’s good,” Mack replied with confidence, pulling me closer to his side. “My old lady.”
    “You ain’t shit, Mack!”
    I jumped at his words. I tried very hard to keep my composure and not let it affect me, but the guy towered over me and leaned in close.
    “Who the fuck are you?”
    I was not prepared. My body stilled and I tried very hard not to look into his cold, lifeless blue eyes. I wondered briefly if those were the last things my brother had saw.
    “Barbie,” I squeaked out, trying to stand tall and brave.
    He reached behind me, grabbed a fist full of my hair, and pushed me towards him so my chest pressed into his belly. “You look like a fucking Barbie Doll.”
    That was my whole point.
    “Hey man,” Mack cut in, “she’s mine.”
    “She ain’t yours, dipshit,” he growled back.
    “Ye-”
    He swung his eyes to Mack and growled, “You. Don’t. Talk.” He brought his eyes back to me and slowly let go of my hair.
    “Keylan,” a gritty voice said behind him, making him take a step back, “I don’t like this.” The middle guy was speaking to Keylan but he was glaring at me. “ This ,” he jerked his chin at me like I wasn’t even a person, “wasn’t part of the deal.”
    I lost all my composure and wanted to get the hell out of here. My confidence was shot. Being so close to the man I think killed my brother was messing with my head. Plus, I was afraid of him. I was afraid of all three of them.
    I glanced at the bike that was behind Keylan but it was turned sideways so I wasn’t able to see the license plate. It was for sure a Harley, had a lot of chrome, and I noticed a deep