Wolf’s Heart Read Online Free
Author: Ruelle Channing, Cam Cassidy
ready, go away so I can get some work done before then.”
When she turned and walked away, her mind was back on the evidence room and back on the case. Even so, she could have sworn she heard G mumble under his breath, “Frigid bitch.”
Okay, well, that was rude considering she was allowing him into her bed. But he was probably right. She couldn’t make her family happy, couldn’t cure Kyle, and couldn’t keep the man she loved in her bed. Three strikes were enough for her to decide to sit on the bench as far as love and relationships went. There just wasn’t going to be an emotional attachment again, ever.
Chapter Four
After a fitful night’s sleep, Ryden woke up at the crack of dawn and packed his few belongings. As soon as he grabbed breakfast in the hotel lobby, he checked out and hailed a cab to take him to the storage facility where he kept his prize possession, a black ’65 Ford Mustang in mint condition. He could remember pictures of his real father owning one almost exactly like it, and when Ryden found this one, he couldn’t pass it up. It was one of the few good memories he had of the time before it all went to hell and his mother turned to alcohol and drugs.
Opening the wide bay doors, Ryden dropped his bag just inside and walked to the covered car, removing the tarp and tossing it into the back corner of the room. He paid the owner of the storage facility well to make sure the sleek beauty was always gassed up, and running at peak performance so that whenever Ryden was back home, he could just get in and drive.
Running his fingers across the glass-like surface, he appreciated yet again the beauty of the car. Eagerly, he grabbed the key from inside the door, tossed his bags in the back, started the classic car, and immediately heard the rumble of American muscle under the hood.
A broad smile spread across Ryden’s face as he felt the steady vibration of the car beneath him. He put it in drive and left the bay without even bothering to close and lock the door. There was nothing else in the bay, so it didn’t matter. All Ryden owned was the car and the few personal belongings, meager as they were, tossed in the back seat.
As he drove out of the city, making his way north on I-95 for the forty-five minute drive to Baltimore, his thoughts once again turned to his past and what he’d had to leave behind. There were too many memories he wished he could forget, but knew would be a part of him for the rest of his life, a life that could turn out to be much longer than that of the average man driving down the interstate alongside him.
Had it not been for two men in particular who helped pull him back from the brink and put him on the right path at the age of sixteen, Ryden wondered how much worse it could have been. Now, many years later and on his way to see those two very same men, both retired and living the peaceful life, he hoped they were proud of the man he had become.
Grant Holloway had once owned a store in town that sold CDs and DVDs, along with various electronics and prepaid cell phones. Ryden often wandered in there, always just looking and never buying since he rarely had money to spend. If he did, it was usually spent on food or necessary clothing, not frivolous things, no matter how much he wanted them.
On one particular day, Ryden was there on a mission, one he wasn’t too keen on, but he felt he had no choice. The gang he wanted to join insisted on it, telling him he had to steal something; it was part of being initiated into the group of street thugs. After bouncing from foster home to foster home and never feeling like he belonged anywhere, Ryden wanted to be a part of this gang. He wanted a family and this was the next best thing. Or so he thought.
Careful not to be seen, he picked up a couple of music CDs. Pretending to look them over, he then put them back and chose a couple more to peruse, until he finally tucked one of them in his coat pocket. He was desperately
When she turned and walked away, her mind was back on the evidence room and back on the case. Even so, she could have sworn she heard G mumble under his breath, “Frigid bitch.”
Okay, well, that was rude considering she was allowing him into her bed. But he was probably right. She couldn’t make her family happy, couldn’t cure Kyle, and couldn’t keep the man she loved in her bed. Three strikes were enough for her to decide to sit on the bench as far as love and relationships went. There just wasn’t going to be an emotional attachment again, ever.
Chapter Four
After a fitful night’s sleep, Ryden woke up at the crack of dawn and packed his few belongings. As soon as he grabbed breakfast in the hotel lobby, he checked out and hailed a cab to take him to the storage facility where he kept his prize possession, a black ’65 Ford Mustang in mint condition. He could remember pictures of his real father owning one almost exactly like it, and when Ryden found this one, he couldn’t pass it up. It was one of the few good memories he had of the time before it all went to hell and his mother turned to alcohol and drugs.
Opening the wide bay doors, Ryden dropped his bag just inside and walked to the covered car, removing the tarp and tossing it into the back corner of the room. He paid the owner of the storage facility well to make sure the sleek beauty was always gassed up, and running at peak performance so that whenever Ryden was back home, he could just get in and drive.
Running his fingers across the glass-like surface, he appreciated yet again the beauty of the car. Eagerly, he grabbed the key from inside the door, tossed his bags in the back, started the classic car, and immediately heard the rumble of American muscle under the hood.
A broad smile spread across Ryden’s face as he felt the steady vibration of the car beneath him. He put it in drive and left the bay without even bothering to close and lock the door. There was nothing else in the bay, so it didn’t matter. All Ryden owned was the car and the few personal belongings, meager as they were, tossed in the back seat.
As he drove out of the city, making his way north on I-95 for the forty-five minute drive to Baltimore, his thoughts once again turned to his past and what he’d had to leave behind. There were too many memories he wished he could forget, but knew would be a part of him for the rest of his life, a life that could turn out to be much longer than that of the average man driving down the interstate alongside him.
Had it not been for two men in particular who helped pull him back from the brink and put him on the right path at the age of sixteen, Ryden wondered how much worse it could have been. Now, many years later and on his way to see those two very same men, both retired and living the peaceful life, he hoped they were proud of the man he had become.
Grant Holloway had once owned a store in town that sold CDs and DVDs, along with various electronics and prepaid cell phones. Ryden often wandered in there, always just looking and never buying since he rarely had money to spend. If he did, it was usually spent on food or necessary clothing, not frivolous things, no matter how much he wanted them.
On one particular day, Ryden was there on a mission, one he wasn’t too keen on, but he felt he had no choice. The gang he wanted to join insisted on it, telling him he had to steal something; it was part of being initiated into the group of street thugs. After bouncing from foster home to foster home and never feeling like he belonged anywhere, Ryden wanted to be a part of this gang. He wanted a family and this was the next best thing. Or so he thought.
Careful not to be seen, he picked up a couple of music CDs. Pretending to look them over, he then put them back and chose a couple more to peruse, until he finally tucked one of them in his coat pocket. He was desperately
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