Biker Saviour: The Lost Souls MC Series by Ellie R Hunter Read Free Book Online

room and really look at her. The creature I first met is becoming more human again.
    “I know Pope well enough to know he will get himself into trouble for you anytime, let’s not make it for nothing.”
    “Why do you all call him that, Pope?” she asks, sounding genuinely interested.
    “That’s not my place to say, if you want to know, you’ll have to ask him yourself.”
    I can’t see that going down well. She goes quiet and sits on the bed, tugging the shirt sleeves around her fingers.
    “He’s helping you regardless of you wanting it or not. You should be grateful you have parents who care, I get that he isn’t the man you’ve grown up to know but he’s doing his best.”
    For the first time I see pain in her eyes, not physical pain but emotional pain. They fill with tears and unable to stop them, they spill over and slide down her cheeks.
    “I’m not like this because of my childhood or because I feel like I don’t know my dad,” she admits.
    “Why then?”
    I sit beside her and wait for her to talk.
    “It’s quite pathetic really,” she says, shaking her head in embarrassment.
    “Tell me,” I urge.
    It doesn’t matter who she talks to about this, as long as she talks is all that matters.
    She takes a deep breath and begins, “I met this guy at a party. It was a party I didn’t really want to go to but I ended up there when my friend wouldn’t take no for an answer. Anyway, I was bored and I was about to leave when this guy came up to me. He made me laugh and he showed me attention I had previously ignored from other guys. He was fun and he showed me how to lighten up. I had just finished college and I was frustrated and exhausted. He took all that away. After a couple of weeks of meeting up he took me to his friends place and what he told me was weed was in fact mixed with heroin. That feeling of euphoria was my first burst of freedom and I’ve been chasing it ever since.”
    She stops talking and pinches her fingers together.
    “That’s why it’s so addictive, you can never experience that first high again,” I say, remembering my sister telling me that once.
    “You sound like you know what you’re talking about.”
    I shrug not wanting to answer, she doesn’t need to know about my family history.
    “I don’t like what I’ve become. I thought I could always stop, that I was better than everyone else because I didn’t need to do it, I liked to do it. After so long I realised that wasn’t true and when my mother sent me to rehab and the pain of withdrawing was too much, I shied away from getting clean because I was too much of a coward.”
    That is understandable, I suppose.
    “There’s a good start, if the only obstacle of you getting clean was the pain of withdrawal then this time shouldn’t be a problem. Your dad isn’t going to let out until you are completely free of that shit in your system.”
    “I know,” she sighs, wiping her eyes with her sleeve again.
    With nothing else left to say, I stand and stretch my arms.
    “Will you come and see me again?” she asks, when I get to the door.
    This stops me from turning the handle.
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re the only one who has spoken to me here without it being forced. It’s been…nice,” she admits, shyly.
    “Maybe you could do with a little nice,” I offer and leave.
    I wait for the prospect to lock the door after me and turn to face Pope waiting for me.
     
     
    Pope
    What could they possibly have to talk about? He’s got thirty seconds to leave my daughter and have the prospect lock up after him or I’m going in there and dragging him out myself.
    I briefly remember a conversation in the back room about his sister overdosing on the shit but my daughter is not his sister and whatever his deal is, I want to know.
    Twenty seconds left.
    Kyla isn’t in there for fun, or to have cosy fucking chit chats. She’s in there because she’s a fucking disgrace to her mother and I.
    Ten seconds left.
    The door swings