Broken (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Savannah Rylan Read Free Book Online

so I’m sure he was doing fine. I shook my head at the thought. Only Axel would be able to get pussy in jail.
    Buck walked in, donning his typical orange jumpsuit. His blonde hair was slowly graying on the sides, but his brown eyes were still young.
    “Why do I feel like this isn’t a normal visit?” he asked, as he took a seat across from me.
    For as long as I knew Buck, he had an uncanny ability to see through the bullshit, and right to the center. “Probably because it’s not.”
    I didn’t think it was my place to tell Buck his daughter was back in town, but with fingers pointing at her, I didn’t know where else to turn.
    “Sawyer’s back,” I blurted out, going with Band-aid scenario. Better to rip it off fast than drag out the misery.
    Buck’s eyes widened, and then he rubbed his chin with his fist. “There was a million things I was expecting right there, but that was not one of them.”
    “I didn’t know if Maria told you.”
    “Since she’s been sick, I haven’t seen her as much as I’d like to.”
    I nodded.
    “I’ve been trapped here, and all I can do is think about how my wife needs me, and I can’t be there for her, so I’m happy to hear Sawyer’s back. At least I know she’s in good hands. But I know that’s not the only reason why you’re here. What’s the rest of the story?”
    “There’s a rat, the Feds are tailing us, and people are starting to speculate.”
    He blew out a breath. “That it’s Sawyer. She always did have impeccable timing.”
    I laughed. “Tell me about it.”
    “So, what do you think? Is she the rat?”
    “No!” I exclaimed, fucking pissed he would even ask me that. I thought, of all people, he would be on the same page with me, ready to defend his daughter.
    “Don’t go getting on your high horse with me. We have to explore all of the possibilities here. She left. She was bitter. Nobody, and I mean no one, has known of her whereabouts in the past five years. It’s little convenient, don’t you think?”
    I couldn’t believe what he was saying. “She’s your daughter, for Chrissakes. Are we really having this discussion?”
    Buck shrugged. “She’ll always be my little girl, but let’s be honest. My little girl died the day I was brought here.”
    I remembered that day like it was yesterday. Sawyer came barging into my house, tears staining her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen. I had just woken up, and was standing in my living room in my boxers. One look at her, and I knew it was bad.
    She couldn’t even talk to me when I asked her what happened. Instead, she collapsed into my arms. Buck was right. The girl we knew died that day. After the tears settled, anger took over. She was never the same, and then she was gone.
    “That may be true, but I won’t believe it.”
    Buck smirked. “You’ve always been tough. Carrying a gun since you were sixteen. Going with me on runs, not afraid to take on the biggest guy in the place, but you’ve always had one weakness. My daughter. Sawyer is your Achilles heal.”
    I rolled my eyes and went to argue, but Buck held up his finger.
    “What did you do when Sawyer left town?”
    I narrowed my eyes, but he met my glare with his own. “I went on a binge,” I finally admitted.
    “A two year binge. If you weren’t drunk, you were getting into fights, or sleeping with anything that had a hole and tits.”
    I loved how, even locked up, he knew everything. “So what?”
    “Just making a point.”
    “So, I fell off the deep end. I found my way back, didn’t I? Besides, that’s not the point. The point is, Sawyer is being accused of something that I know in my gut isn’t true.” I tapped my finger into the table to emphasis my point.
    “I want to be like you… sure that Sawyer would never turn on the MC, but I can’t. So, I’m trusting you to find out the truth, and, if I’m wrong, then great, but if you’re wrong… You have to promise me you will get her as far away from here as possible. Rat or