Flame (Ruin Outlaws MC #4) Read Online Free

the bathroom and grabs his clothes again. "Where are you going?"
    "I have to take care of some business," he says. "I wanted to check up on you first."
    "Again? Let me come."
    He hesitates and looks out the window. Cars drive by and the sound drifts up through the hot air. Was it that loud the whole time we were having sex? I didn't even notice it at all. "Where were you earlier?" I ask. Maybe I can get something out of him.
    "Getting more ammo since you used it all up," he says. He pulls out a parcel from his jacket and throws it on the bed. The way it lands, it looks heavy. I pick it up.
    "How much is this?"
    "Three hundred rounds, but it's only pistol ammo. I need revolver ammo for your gun."
    I turn on to my stomach and drag myself across the bed. He's sitting in his jeans, still shirtless and looking hot as fuck. I can't take my eyes off him and as ridiculous as it sounds, just thinking about him fucking me again is getting me wet. I stroke his leg and see if there's any reaction.
    "I have to do a favor for someone to get it, which is going to be a pain in the ass."
    "What kind of favor?"
    "I think I need to get in contact with the cartel that did the drug run up to Arizona. Some of their members are fucking shit up around here, it sounds like. I need to show them the door."
    I stare at him, not sure if he's kidding or not. I definitely didn't hear any sarcasm in his voice. "What? Like kill them?"
    He stands up and my hand drops from his thigh. He slips his shirt on and I frown. "Hopefully not."
    "So you're going to leave me here again?" The pained look he gives me makes me instantly regret it. I shouldn't try guilt-tripping him into things. He doesn't have a choice. "Okay," I give in.
    "Damian is here, he'll keep you safe."
    "Yeah, I'm sure," I say, leaning back and resting my head on the pillow. "Don't take forever."
    "I won't," he says. He slips out the door and clicks it closed gently. I smirk. That fucking guy has got some real sharp talons dug in me deep, for me to put up with this shit. But no one can say he's a loser.
    I wait for the howl of his engine to signal his departure, and it comes after a few moments. It sounds like he's making his bike scream just for me. To remind me that he's out there, doing whatever he can for me. For us.
    . . .
    Considering how much Logan is doing for us, it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough. I've pretty much been dragged along for the ride this whole time, and god knows, I feel like a burden. I did my best to learn how to shoot the other day, so hopefully if the situation arises, I'll be prepared this time.
    I should do more, but what can I do? We have plenty of money, and if I'm not rough enough for Logan to take me with him on his... vaguely illegal excursions, what good am I to him?. I don't think I could stomach being his sidekick in crime anyway. Can you train that reflex? The one that makes your heart splash into your stomach?
    I don't know. I climb out of the bed and dress myself for the day, pulling on some shorts and a thin shirt. I can't believe how much hotter it is here than up in Arizona, and I'm used to fucking 110 degree weather. It probably doesn't help this room doesn't have a ceiling fan, although I couldn't expect that, could I?
    I fall down to my hands and knees and pull the duffel bag out from under the bed. I unzip it and pull out the revolver, still a bit dirty from our desert shoot-out. I decide I can at least clean this up, right? That'd be helpful.
    I twist it around in my hand before locating the cylinder unlock. It flips open and reveals six empty holes. I tip the gun back and peer through them, the light shining through the smooth metal. Examining the gun now, I'm not really sure what I can do to clean it up. Maybe... Damian knows? He seems like the kind of guy to have guns. At least he has a computer to look it up instructions.
    I pocket the gun which bulges through my shorts like I'm carrying some kind of weird fruit or I have a tumor in my leg.