Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane Read Free Book Online Page A

piece of mind and he knew from the way his own clothing had started to bag on his body, that she must be feeling the same sadness that he had during their time apart.
    He came back with a grocery bag filled with enough food to feed the entire club, but he figured they could eat leftovers for the next day or two if Selma didn’t feel up to cooking, or she didn’t have groceries in the house. Hell there’d been days he ate bologna sandwiches for breakfast, sweet and sour chicken would be a big step up from that. He was glad he had a cold case of beer in the trunk, he was sure that he would be needing it in the days to come.
    They got to Selma’s place and he came around to her side of the car to open her door and help her up from the low seat. When he picked her up and started walking to her front door, she found the voice that she seemed to have lost when they left the hospital. “What are you doing? You’re going to hurt your back, I weigh more than I look you know.”
    He set her on her feet at her front door, reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to her house that he had kept after the break up. “You don’t weigh nearly as much now as you did that day I had you pinned against your bedroom door. Do you remember that day, babydoll? I think about it all of the time. The way you rode me was something I can never forget or want to. It’s no hardship to carry the woman I love. You must’ve forgotten that you can’t wear shoes, those socks I brought aren’t gonna keep your feet from getting hurt worse.”
    He gave her a little kiss on the nose, gently pushed her inside the door, and went back to the car to get their dinner and his beer. It was a nice neighborhood, but he locked the vehicle just in case some teenager wanted to try their hands at stealing the muscle car.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Selma had plates and chopsticks ready and forks for Charlie, who refused to never use “wooden toothpicks” to eat again once he left Southeast Asia. He uncapped a beer and handed it to her and she took the bottle immediately upending it to her lips, and he watched her slender throat work as she chugged back the cold brew. He waited until she placed the bottle on the table between her hands and looked up at him.
    “I didn’t do one fucking thing I didn’t want to. You need a man that’s respectable or one that looks respectable. This is as good as it gets. I bought a suit for the times we have to go out with your high-tonie colleagues, but this is my way of trying to fit in your life. We can go the fancy places you like so much and I’m aware that you are a lot younger than I am, so I don’t want you to curb your fun thinkin’ I won’t be willing to go with you.
    “I went to turn in my patch, but Big Dog told me to keep it.” He looked away from her face, because the things Big Dog said to him weren’t fit for her ears. Much of what the club Prez said pissed him off, but the rest, well the rest made his eyes sting. The fucker told him he would always be welcome, and as far as the Bastards were concerned, he was on vacation for an extended period of time.
    He drank half of his own beer and sat down opposite his woman before deciding to get it all out into the open.
    He reached out with his hand palm up, and waited for her to place hers over the top, when she did, his long fingers closed around her hand. “It’s like this, when I cut you loose, it was the right thing to do. I wasn’t ready to give up much for you until you weren’t there. I’m a stubborn old fucker, and to pay me back for my selfishness, I didn’t have you anymore. I about had a heart attack when those suits showed up and told me you had been snatched outta your home. I already felt like shit, but I went outside and finally listened to your messages.” He choked a bit on the last few words as he recalled his feelings at the time.
    “I let you down when you needed me, and I ain’t gonna take that chance again. If I had been here with you,