Saved (Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club #4) by Kelli Maine Read Free Book Online

forgotten, or like the words feel unnatural to her now, forbidden. An ancient fuckin’ secret she buried in her mind that’ll curse her if she uncovers them. She keeps on fidgetin’, rubbin’ her slender legs against each other, and scratchin’ her hands and arms – except it ain’t the withdrawal anymore. At least, not withdrawal from the drugs.
    I have to do it like this. Quick and simple. Before I start thinkin’, before I start feelin’. My eyes on the road, achin’ to look at her and be fuckin’ taken aback with how fuckin’ beautiful she is, like every time I see her is the first time I’m seein’ it.
    I turn the car into the neighborhood so hard the back end nearly skids. It’s a suburb, not as rich and fancy as I thought, but still a hell of a lot nicer than anywhere she’s been since. I see a few people on lawns, kids on the street. None of them pay much attention to us.
    “Here it is!”
    Angel points out her house, and I stop the car on the opposite side of the street. Angel’s eyes have come alive. I keep the engine runnin’. She starts sobbin’, her body shakin’. She’s just lookin’ at her house, cryin’.
    It’s a small place, tidy, clean. Boring as fuck. Kind of place you could pass by a million times before noticin’ someone lives there.
    Angel turns to the door, and I grab her arm. She turns back.
    “Please, Jay.”
    I shake her violently.
    “Don’t fuckin’ call me that.”
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please.”
    I turn back and look at the house. My bitch’s house. The kind of place I ain’t ever seen the inside of. Where the bitches I train come from, and where normal people live their shitty little unsatisfyin’ lives. It makes me fuckin’ sick. Starin’ at the same four walls all fuckin’ day. Never movin’.
    “I promise, I won’t say anything about any of this. I won’t tell them anything about you. You know I wouldn’t. Maybe I can still see you even. Maybe…”
    I tighten my grip and shake her again.
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    Tears pour out of her like a fuckin’ river, her body shakin’ under my grip.
    I slam the gearshift and swing the car back into the road.
    Not like that. It won’t go down like that.
    Angel’s sobs get louder for a while, then die down into a shocked, rhythmic murmur. I aim the car downtown and grab my cell phone from my pocket. There are about a dozen missed calls from Butch. A couple from that day alone. The fucker doesn’t give up. I hit dial.
    Barely a ring goes by before Butch answers.
    “Luc?”
    “Yeah.”
    There’s a second’s silence. Butch has been thinkin’ about how to play this since I left, thinkin’ about how to handle me when he finds me. I’m holdin’ all the cards though. I have the girl, the trainin’, and I’m out of sight.
    I speak slowly, real fuckin’ calm, so he doesn’t miss a word.
    “Meet me on the corner of Main St. and Edison Ave.”
    “When?”
    “Now.”
    I can hear Butch snort on the other end of the line. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
    I hang up, toss the cell phone into the back seat, and push the car harder.
    The corner of Main and Edison is where the police station is. It’s where Angel will go. Where I’ll meet Butch. Where this ends. Angel watches me as I weave the car between lanes, headin’ straight for the point at which everythin’ will fuckin’ conclude. Where all my fuckin’ pain and anger will be released, and where I can put an end to both of our nightmares.
    The corner’s in sight, and I swing the car around, bringin’ it to a sudden stop with the sound of angry horns and squealin’ wheels behind us.
    The station is right there next to Angel’s window. Freedom. Happiness. Her own life. Her old life.
    But she doesn’t even look at it. She’s lookin’ at me. Her tear-stained eyes pullin’ at somethin’ inside of me, like she’s beggin’, like she cares. Like she knows what’s about to happen, and she can’t bear it.
    “Get out,” I say, and the