ROUGHNECK: A DARK MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE Read Online Free Page A

couldn’t do it. What would happen to him in jail? He’d come out worse than when he went in. He needed a different kind of discipline. And if he went to jail he’d end up a career criminal. He’d end up some kind of big dangerous outlaw like…
    Not again…. I thought to myself, a shiver rolling up my spine and back down between my thighs. Ever since I’d left that bar I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Hale Murphy… Murph… Roughneck…
    Butterflies were beating their wings in my stomach as my heart started to race.
    Jared’s nonsense and my impending homelessness weren’t the only things messing with my head. I don’t know why I couldn’t stop myself from drifting back to him. Big talking, Alpha-types didn’t usually bother me. Most of the time you come across a guy like that it’s because he’s insecure. But this one had more depth. That first look I saw in his eyes… I knew he was for real. I thought maybe I could get it out of my system with a few minutes of private time and my shower massager… But I was wrong.
    Roughneck won’t stop me. I thought to myself, my hand tracing a line down under the sheets. I was trying to keep my brother from becoming a criminal, and I’m not about to go inviting another problem into my life.
    My fingertip dipped low, ignoring the small shouts of protest rolling around in my head.
    “This is wrong…” I whispered to the darkness, but only the sounds of my own pleasure echoed back.

4
Jared
    T his is a bad idea .
    Roughneck knows something’s up. I could feel it when he sat me down outside the clubhouse. I almost told him right there. But what was the big deal? Sly was the club’s treasurer. He’d been around longer than most. There was no way he would do anything to risk the MC any trouble. And if I could trust Sly, I could trust Dirty. These guys were the real deal.
    “You fall asleep back there, shithead?” Dirty wore his hair in a pile of short curls on the top of his head. A long scar ran from just below his ear to the corner of his mouth. His eyes reminded me of a rattlesnake’s.
    “No…why?”
    “Because it’s the first time you’ve shut the fuck up for more than fifteen seconds. It feels like I’ve been on a damned talk show from the time you got in.”
    We were on our way back from the club-owned warehouse in the industrial park. It was the safest place to keep the cocaine. Sly said that I was supposed to go with Dirty and Gopher to pick it up before the deal.
    Gopher was a prospect like me. He hadn’t been hanging around as long, but Dirty vouched for him with the leadership. He was the one who rented the van.
    “Just thinking, that’s all,” I said.
    “You ain’t here to think,” said Dirty. “You’re here to hold a gun and look mean. Make sure those foreign bastards don’t get the drop on us.”
    “Damn right,” said Gopher. “Can’t have them thinkin’ you’re soft.”
    “Yeah. Right.” I said. “But this is supposed to be a quick thing, right? In and out, no big deal. That’s what Sly said.”
    “Easiest money we’ll ever make. You can count on that. So, now that we’ve taken care of all your concerns, can you be cool and do your fuckin’ job?”
    Dirty gave Gopher an annoyed glance.
    “No problem. It’s all good,” I said, hesitantly.
    The van bounced along the poorly maintained road that paralleled the highway. I was beginning to wish I’d gone to Roughneck with this. Somehow I always ended up in these situations. Addy was right. I’m a fuckup…
    “Cop car comin’ up on the left,” warned Gopher.
    He was the one who rented the van for the job. We were on our way back to the clubhouse, where Dirty and I would get our bikes. From there, the plan was for Gopher to take over driving the van and follow me and Dirty to the spot. The coke would stay with him until Dirty signaled him in. I was, like he said, supposed to stand by and keep an eye on things.
    “I see him. I see him,” said Dirty. “Fuckin’ pig