Trip's Retribution (Hell Raiders MC Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Aden Lowe
her own husband, Trip went off the deep end a little.
Not much bothered him, but that act flipped his switches. And he couldn't do a goddamn thing about it in this case. Saying a single word would sign his own death warrant, not to mention Stella's. All he could do was try not to see or hear.
Before he could think of an excuse to get the fuck out of there, Tanya touched his shoulder and tucked herself under his arm. "Thank you for asking for me. I try to stay away from him." She rolled her eyes toward Buffalo, her meaning clear.
Trip nodded. He didn't blame her in the least. "Let's get a beer, then get the fuck out of here." He led her to the bar and ordered two bottles. With his arm around Tanya keeping her close to his side, he started toward his room.
One of the Saxons made a comment about Hell Raiders territory being nice country, and he stopped. Apparently the man rode through Stags Leap once on his way to visit a sick relative. Trip filed the tidbit away for future reference. Kellen wouldn't like a member of another club passing through without at least notifying them of his presence. It showed serious disrespect, even if the man left his colors at home. It also indicated a general lack of respect for other clubs from the Saxons as a whole. Definite reason for caution in business dealings with them.
After a moment, he excused himself and led Tanya away, only to be stopped again. Every way he turned, suddenly friendly Saxons wanted to chat like a bunch of fucking old women at a church social. And every damn one of them pointedly ignored the pained cries of the woman Buffalo pounded into. At his side, Tanya shook so hard her teeth clicked together.
Shit. He needed to get them both out of there. His hands trembled with the need to drag the bastard off the poor girl and beat him into the ground, but awareness skittered along his nerve endings. That was exactly what they wanted him to do. Not only would they kill him and Stella, the Hell Raiders would be drawn into a blood feud against a larger club.
He had to lean way down to whisper in Tanya's ear. "Play along. I have to get the fuck out of here." At her faint nod, he kissed her hard and made a show of dragging her against him.
A couple of the Saxons nearest them laughed and cheered when he swung her into his arms and carried her toward the door leading to his room. Finally out of the main room, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Tanya kissed his neck, drawing a hiss from him. "Act like you're into it, we're still being watched." Her low voice quavered with fear.
Fuck, again. He wouldn't be acting. The feel of her slim frame in his arms like that had his dick hard as a rock. He stopped walking long enough to kiss her again and she responded as if she needed him as badly as he needed her.
"Here's your room." Her breath tickled along his jaw.
Safely inside, he put her down and locked the door, then jammed the knife against the frame again. He kept his voice down, aware the walls were likely paper thin. "Sorry, I couldn't think of another way to get out of there. And I had to before I interfered and got myself killed."
She nodded and reached for his hand. "I know. And now you have to fuck me. Somebody is probably listening in the next room."
He had to force his voice to stay at a whisper when he wanted to shout with anger. "We'll fake it. I can—"
"No. You have to do it." The poor girl looked as if she were about to become the virgin sacrifice to some angry god. "If you don't and they figure it out, I'll get more training from Buffalo."
Trip groaned to keep from puking. He wouldn't wish five minutes with Buffalo on his worst enemy. A girl like Tanya… no. "I'm sorry." Just his fucking luck. Sweet pussy right there for the taking and his damn conscience wouldn't let him enjoy it, all because some bastards had used the girl badly and scared her to death.
She bit her lip and pulled him toward the bed. Her willingness to go through with it despite her dread spoke
Not much bothered him, but that act flipped his switches. And he couldn't do a goddamn thing about it in this case. Saying a single word would sign his own death warrant, not to mention Stella's. All he could do was try not to see or hear.
Before he could think of an excuse to get the fuck out of there, Tanya touched his shoulder and tucked herself under his arm. "Thank you for asking for me. I try to stay away from him." She rolled her eyes toward Buffalo, her meaning clear.
Trip nodded. He didn't blame her in the least. "Let's get a beer, then get the fuck out of here." He led her to the bar and ordered two bottles. With his arm around Tanya keeping her close to his side, he started toward his room.
One of the Saxons made a comment about Hell Raiders territory being nice country, and he stopped. Apparently the man rode through Stags Leap once on his way to visit a sick relative. Trip filed the tidbit away for future reference. Kellen wouldn't like a member of another club passing through without at least notifying them of his presence. It showed serious disrespect, even if the man left his colors at home. It also indicated a general lack of respect for other clubs from the Saxons as a whole. Definite reason for caution in business dealings with them.
After a moment, he excused himself and led Tanya away, only to be stopped again. Every way he turned, suddenly friendly Saxons wanted to chat like a bunch of fucking old women at a church social. And every damn one of them pointedly ignored the pained cries of the woman Buffalo pounded into. At his side, Tanya shook so hard her teeth clicked together.
Shit. He needed to get them both out of there. His hands trembled with the need to drag the bastard off the poor girl and beat him into the ground, but awareness skittered along his nerve endings. That was exactly what they wanted him to do. Not only would they kill him and Stella, the Hell Raiders would be drawn into a blood feud against a larger club.
He had to lean way down to whisper in Tanya's ear. "Play along. I have to get the fuck out of here." At her faint nod, he kissed her hard and made a show of dragging her against him.
A couple of the Saxons nearest them laughed and cheered when he swung her into his arms and carried her toward the door leading to his room. Finally out of the main room, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Tanya kissed his neck, drawing a hiss from him. "Act like you're into it, we're still being watched." Her low voice quavered with fear.
Fuck, again. He wouldn't be acting. The feel of her slim frame in his arms like that had his dick hard as a rock. He stopped walking long enough to kiss her again and she responded as if she needed him as badly as he needed her.
"Here's your room." Her breath tickled along his jaw.
Safely inside, he put her down and locked the door, then jammed the knife against the frame again. He kept his voice down, aware the walls were likely paper thin. "Sorry, I couldn't think of another way to get out of there. And I had to before I interfered and got myself killed."
She nodded and reached for his hand. "I know. And now you have to fuck me. Somebody is probably listening in the next room."
He had to force his voice to stay at a whisper when he wanted to shout with anger. "We'll fake it. I can—"
"No. You have to do it." The poor girl looked as if she were about to become the virgin sacrifice to some angry god. "If you don't and they figure it out, I'll get more training from Buffalo."
Trip groaned to keep from puking. He wouldn't wish five minutes with Buffalo on his worst enemy. A girl like Tanya… no. "I'm sorry." Just his fucking luck. Sweet pussy right there for the taking and his damn conscience wouldn't let him enjoy it, all because some bastards had used the girl badly and scared her to death.
She bit her lip and pulled him toward the bed. Her willingness to go through with it despite her dread spoke
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