Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free Page A

when Hunter and I started dating...
    I gave him a quick look before taking it.
    They found me.
    I’m on the road tonight and I can’t trust the phone. Juarez is coming home to roost. I’m not safe here, and you’re not safe either.
    I’m heading to our old spot.
    Meet me here. Please.
    Hannah
    “Shit,” I blurted aloud after reading the letter. “Hunter… What does she mean? Who found her? I thought we scattered Viboras Verde to the wind… Did you tell her about Juarez?”
    At the mention of their name, Ricochet straightened his posture. “Is she in trouble?” he asked, staring hard at Hunter. I handed him the letter so he could catch up.
    Hunter turned his head away, his voice dropping to a low growl. “It’s bullshit.”
    “It’s going to be okay,” I offered up. “We can go meet her and…”
    “No. The letter is bullshit. It’s a forgery… and a damned good one at that.”
    “How can you be so sure?” I asked cautiously.
    “It’s missing our code,” Hunter replied angrily. “But everything else is perfect. That’s her handwriting, her signature… and they know about our old spot .There isn’t anybody who knows about that but us. Everything’s there to make me think that this is real.”
    He pounded a fist against the cabinet, rattling the dishes inside. “Whoever did this knows what they’re doing, but she’d never send me a message without the code…”
    “What’s the code?” I asked him.
    He threw me a glance. “Maybe we’re past having secrets, but there are things you’re better off not knowing. Whoever wrote this letter already knows too much, and if they ever got their hands on you, they’d tear your damn fingernails off to drag that little piece of information out of your throat.”
    “That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think? I can handle myself,” I replied coolly, glancing over at Ricochet as he continued to study the paper.
    “Maybe she just left the code off? Sounds like she was in a hurry,” Ricochet said.
    Hunter shook his head. “No way. She wouldn’t send me a goddamn letter without our code in place… The question is, what kind of game are they playing here?”
    “Either you’re being lured into a trap… Or they’re trying to get you to leave town,” I replied, the possibilities rolling round in my head.
    Ricochet immediately stiffened in his chair. “Sorry I bothered you, boss… I’m going to get back to the clubhouse.”
    “Wait,” Hunter told him, his eyes still locked onto mine. “How exactly did you come by this particular letter?”
    Ricochet frowned, scratching the top of his head. “The Couriers, boss. One showed up in the dead of night. I was close enough to the door to hear him calling for delivery.”
    “The Couriers…” Hunter tugged his stare away from me and scratched at his chin. “That’s interesting…”
    “I get the feeling that these aren’t regular couriers,” I observed. “More of your Outlaws?”
    After our last adventure together, I was familiar with the fact that Hunter had, as he put it himself, friends in wicked places. It seemed that every time he needed a little help, he knew a few people on the wrong side of the law to make things happen.
    Hunter had been instrumental in bringing this little alliance together – criminals, rival biker clubs, and vigilantes were no longer restricted by in-fighting and disputes. I knew damn well if the feds ever got wind of this there would be a RICO case big enough for the front page of the New York Times…
    Hunter grinned. “The Couriers run the kind of packages people don’t want to put a stamp on. They’re expensive, but they always deliver.”
    “Why would they deliver a letter from your sister?”
    “Because all of her letters come my way thanks to the Couriers... If they had known the code, I’d be packing my shit and heading out the door right now.”
    “Alone?” I asked.
    “You would be safe,” he said instantly. “Safe with the club. Nobody knows