Burning Desires (Blue Bandits MC Book 4) by Michelle Woods Read Free Book Online Page A

mixed up about his place in the club and what his stint with the Headhunters had done to him than he had been when he’d first gotten back. He wasn’t sure if it was the raids they’d been breaking up or if it was seeing Glenda in that last shipment a week ago. He was helping the men settle the women when she’d begun screaming her head off and he’d been unable to deal with his issues since.
    Glenda hadn’t calmed down until he’d left and Bull had promised that she was safe and he’d make sure Burner didn’t come back while she was there. It wasn’t a pretty memory. Burner didn’t want to think about the rescue or the night he’d had to frighten her in order to prevent them from finding out he was not who he pretended to be.
    It ripped him up that he’d had to do it but he hadn’t had a choice and he’d made sure she didn’t get hurt. It didn’t clear his conscience but he knew that nothing ever would. What he had chosen to do for his club had scarred something inside him and Burner knew it. Choices had consequences and you faced them head on; there was no hiding in the dark pretending that it never happened.
    He glanced back towards the couple that had held his attention for the last half hour, finding them no longer dancing where they had been. Burner pushed off the tree, his eyes panning the area searching for her. His eyes took in the darkened faces, not finding her or Hammer. His chest pounded with the frantic beat of his pulse and his fingers twitched. His blood burned through his veins pulsation in time to his racing heart. He needed to find them before that idiot did something stupid. Yeah, he was completely rational about this too.
    Letting out a snort of annoyance, he began walking around looking for them. He wasn’t about to allow Hammer to take off into the darkness and sully her. She was pure and by God she was going to stay that way even if he did have to beat the fuck out of Hammer to make it happen. He found them at Hammer’s bike. Kelsey was already on the back with her arms around Hammer when Burner saw them. As they roared away from the clubhouse, Burner debated following and likely would have if Reaper hadn’t walked up to him.
    “What’s up with you? I haven’t seen you all night and Sarah was asking where you’ve been lately.” Reaper watched him in the darkness, making Burner uneasy.
    “I’ve been around,” he replied, glancing back at the retreating bike, which was almost out of sight, before he shifted from one foot to the other, his hands shoving into his pockets to hide the way they curled tightly.
    “Huh,” Reaper grunted, still staring at him.
    “What?”
    “You should come to dinner tomorrow night. Sarah’s making your favorite. Stir-fry with rice.” Reaper moved a step closer, his eyes watching Burner.
    Burner knew that Reaper could guess what was wrong with him but the other man stayed silent and didn’t push him to reveal anything, which was one of the things that made him a good vice president for the club. Most of the time he minded his own business and let his men come to him when they were ready to talk, unless it was something that needed to be dealt with in order for the club to run smoothly.
    “Fine. I’ll come to dinner, but I’m heading out for a ride. Not feeling the party tonight.” He really just wanted to see if he could catch up with Hammer and Kelsey to make sure that son of a bitch didn’t try to touch her. Why the fuck he was so adamant that didn’t happen was beyond him. He just knew that he didn’t want her pure sweetness twisted up by Hammer. He wasn’t a bad guy, Burner supposed, but that didn’t mean he should be anywhere near her. Sweetness like hers should be protected at all costs and that meant neither him or his fucking crew should get close to her.
    “Sure, let me just call Sarah and I will head out with you,” Reaper said, pulling his phone out of his jeans.
    Burner wanted to tell him he didn’t need a fucking