Shattered & Scarred: The Sacred Hearts MC Read Online Free

asked. I turned and looked at him plaintively.
    “Yes.” I said softly.  He nodded and took a seat at the bar, several of the men nodding their respect. I shuffled forward slowly and poured him a coffee.
    “You don’t have to do any of this Ashton.” He said and I looked up into his face. Ruggedly handsome. I had heard the phrase before but Ethan was the first man I had ever met that I would apply it to and it would fit. He was the image of Nordic perfection. Blonde, light eyed with a strong square jaw and mouth set into firm lines. He had angular cheekbones and a strong nose that looked as if it’d been broken a time or two. I was surprised to see it didn’t detract from his good looks but rather added to them.
    “I know Ethan.” I said faintly, proud I’d remembered his name, and set the coffee in front of him.
    “Sugar? Cream?” I asked and his gaze drilled into mine. I swallowed resolute that I would not cower but I could feel the trembling starting anyways. I shot my gaze to the floor where it belonged and took a step back, surprised when his hand didn’t shoot out to stop me.
    “I take it black.” He said finally, puzzlement clear in his voice.
    I plated up each man bacon, eggs and hash browns, all made from scratch. The kitchen didn’t have much but it had the staples. I had found the bacon in the freezer, eggs in the fridge and the potatoes in the pantry needed to be used or they would a have been lost cause so I had gone with preparing them over using the pancake mix I’d found in the pantry.
    I set down paper plates and plastic silverware with paper towels for napkins to a round of surprised and grateful nods.
    “Ashton, is that your name?” one of the men asked.
    “Yes.” I murmured, Ethan scowled.
    “Thanks for cooking Ashton. No one’s ever done it before.” The man smiled and I gave a tremulous smile in return.
    “You’re welcome…” I didn’t know his name, so I paused and he smiled.
    “ Data.” He supplied and my brow wrinkled for a moment. What kind of name was that?
    “You’re welcome Data.” I murmured. He was a lanky man, tall and thin with a mop of greasy brown hair and liquid brown eyes.
    I refilled all of their coffee cups and stopped in front of Ethan’s and topped his off.
    “Sit down Ashton.” He said.
    “More people will be up soon. I should fix some more…”
    “Please?” he asked and it caught me off guard . I looked at him in soft surprise and the intense look in his silvery eyes had me moving to comply before I could think of another excuse as to why I was needed elsewhere.
    He pulled out a stool next to him and slapped a hand on it. It was tall and I captured my lip between my teeth as I contemplated how to get up on it without hurting myself even worse. I must have waited too long because he sighed and stood and without being able to help myself I flinched.
    “Easy,” he said, large hands descending on my shoulders, “No one is going to hurt you here.” He stooped and placed his hands on my hips and helped me up onto the stool.
    He retook his and I folded my hands in my lap. His tee shirt hung past my knees so I was comfortable enough in my state of dress. I settled my gaze on the center of his chest, which was bare without the benefit of his shirt. He had a tattoo on one side of his chest of the Motorcycle Club’s logo and so I focused on that.
    “What were you doing out there B aby?” he asked me and I could feel my cheeks grow warm under his scrutiny.
    “I upset my husband.” I whispered.
    “I’m going to need more than that Sweetheart.” He stated.
    “We were coming back from a charity dinner and I contradicted something he’d said in front of another couple, which was stupid, I know better than to upset him…” I closed my eyes, tears welling. There was a long moment of silence and I could feel all of their eyes on me.
    “Please, I’ m not in the habit of causing trouble…” I began to babble, to say anything that would end that