Fall Gently (Red Light: Silver Girls series) Read Online Free
Author: Debra Kayn
Tags: Gang, Motorcycle Club romance, organized crime, Healing, Prostitution, Idaho, street gang, bordello, abused, smalltown, sex industry, Seattle romance
every night he stayed awake in the driver's seat. He wasn't going to take a chance of Roni escaping without letting him help her go somewhere safe.
The alarm he'd set vibrated on his phone.
In fifteen minutes, he'd walk up the staircase to the second floor of the Sterling Building and knock once. The madam, who belonged to Jeremy Aldridge, an acquaintance from his short one-year stay in the Idaho State Penitentiary when Washington State Prison transferred him during a takeover and before they bussed him back to his home state to finish the rest of his four-year sentence, would let him in to spend fifteen minutes with Roni.
He hoped to convince her to let him help her.
A loud hum of a motorcycle grew into a roar. Dawson looked out the windshield and watched Jeremy pull to the curb behind the building. With the chance of talking privately to Jeremy, he exited the car and strode to the back of the building.
Jeremy's head came up, and his long hair came off his face. Dawson lifted his chin.
"You can come through the downstairs." Jeremy removed his gloves and stuck his hand out.
Dawson shook his hand. "It's better if I keep up the appearance of being a customer."
"Suit yourself." Jeremy widened his stance. "How'd the first appointment with the girl go?"
Dawson rubbed the knuckles of his right hand. "She's scared shitless."
"She's smart. Don't underestimate her." Jeremy paused. "Tiff empowers the women that work for her. The longer she's here, the stronger she'll become."
"Yeah." Dawson gazed up to the second story. "And, the longer she's here, the more men will use her body."
In Roni's best interest, she needed to stay for the three months of her contract with Red Light. She needed the confidence to move past Vince, Sparrows, and the head games that permanently scarred her thinking.
"I owe you for letting me have this time with her," he said, knowing if it weren't for Jeremy's return phone call confirming Roni's presence in Federal, Dawson would still be out there looking for her.
Jeremy tugged on his beard, straightening the errant whiskers from his ride. "I'll call on you when I need your help."
"When?" Dawson asked, preferring to have everything out in the open.
"When the time is right." Jeremy's gaze intensified. "Not now. Got a baby coming and need to close the bordello first."
"Are things heating up here?"
Jeremy shook his head. "Sheriff's retiring in six months, and he's our person on the inside. Tiff's got the idea to turn the upstairs into a place to raise a family. She'd like to leave the illegal side of her business in the past, make it right for the kid."
"What about you?" Dawson had never met a more dangerous man than the president of Moroad Motorcycle Club. Not inside or outside the prison fence, unless you counted Jeremy's father. The stories from the old days kept many men awake inside the prison, staring at the mold on the cinder block ceiling, wondering if they'd see tomorrow's one-hour yard break and survive Cam Farrell's attention, including him.
"I'm going to keep on keeping on," said Jeremy. "I'm a Moroad."
Dawson looked at the phone in his hand and shoved the cell in his back pocket. "I need to go upstairs."
"Luck, man."
"Yeah, I'm going to need it," he mumbled, stepping away. Changing his mind, he stopped and turned back around. "Hey, I'm going to need a place to stay once I know Roni won't run. The fucking sheriff isn't going to overlook a car parked on the street much longer before he checks it out."
"There's no reason to stay close. Moroad has the building covered." Jeremy pulled out a can of chew and put a pinch of tobacco between his lip and gum. "Stay at the Ryan Hotel across the street and up two blocks. You'll see the doctor's office on the first floor. There's a locked door with a phone number posted. Call it, and they'll open up for you. If you have any problems, tell the lady there that I sent you."
"Will do," he said.
"The ladies go see the doctor once a week. You can
The alarm he'd set vibrated on his phone.
In fifteen minutes, he'd walk up the staircase to the second floor of the Sterling Building and knock once. The madam, who belonged to Jeremy Aldridge, an acquaintance from his short one-year stay in the Idaho State Penitentiary when Washington State Prison transferred him during a takeover and before they bussed him back to his home state to finish the rest of his four-year sentence, would let him in to spend fifteen minutes with Roni.
He hoped to convince her to let him help her.
A loud hum of a motorcycle grew into a roar. Dawson looked out the windshield and watched Jeremy pull to the curb behind the building. With the chance of talking privately to Jeremy, he exited the car and strode to the back of the building.
Jeremy's head came up, and his long hair came off his face. Dawson lifted his chin.
"You can come through the downstairs." Jeremy removed his gloves and stuck his hand out.
Dawson shook his hand. "It's better if I keep up the appearance of being a customer."
"Suit yourself." Jeremy widened his stance. "How'd the first appointment with the girl go?"
Dawson rubbed the knuckles of his right hand. "She's scared shitless."
"She's smart. Don't underestimate her." Jeremy paused. "Tiff empowers the women that work for her. The longer she's here, the stronger she'll become."
"Yeah." Dawson gazed up to the second story. "And, the longer she's here, the more men will use her body."
In Roni's best interest, she needed to stay for the three months of her contract with Red Light. She needed the confidence to move past Vince, Sparrows, and the head games that permanently scarred her thinking.
"I owe you for letting me have this time with her," he said, knowing if it weren't for Jeremy's return phone call confirming Roni's presence in Federal, Dawson would still be out there looking for her.
Jeremy tugged on his beard, straightening the errant whiskers from his ride. "I'll call on you when I need your help."
"When?" Dawson asked, preferring to have everything out in the open.
"When the time is right." Jeremy's gaze intensified. "Not now. Got a baby coming and need to close the bordello first."
"Are things heating up here?"
Jeremy shook his head. "Sheriff's retiring in six months, and he's our person on the inside. Tiff's got the idea to turn the upstairs into a place to raise a family. She'd like to leave the illegal side of her business in the past, make it right for the kid."
"What about you?" Dawson had never met a more dangerous man than the president of Moroad Motorcycle Club. Not inside or outside the prison fence, unless you counted Jeremy's father. The stories from the old days kept many men awake inside the prison, staring at the mold on the cinder block ceiling, wondering if they'd see tomorrow's one-hour yard break and survive Cam Farrell's attention, including him.
"I'm going to keep on keeping on," said Jeremy. "I'm a Moroad."
Dawson looked at the phone in his hand and shoved the cell in his back pocket. "I need to go upstairs."
"Luck, man."
"Yeah, I'm going to need it," he mumbled, stepping away. Changing his mind, he stopped and turned back around. "Hey, I'm going to need a place to stay once I know Roni won't run. The fucking sheriff isn't going to overlook a car parked on the street much longer before he checks it out."
"There's no reason to stay close. Moroad has the building covered." Jeremy pulled out a can of chew and put a pinch of tobacco between his lip and gum. "Stay at the Ryan Hotel across the street and up two blocks. You'll see the doctor's office on the first floor. There's a locked door with a phone number posted. Call it, and they'll open up for you. If you have any problems, tell the lady there that I sent you."
"Will do," he said.
"The ladies go see the doctor once a week. You can
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