Damaged & Dangerous: The Sacred Hearts MC Book VI by A. J. Downey Read Free Book Online Page A

a few days, she was whining
she was sick. Take this over to her and check on her. Tell her she better get
her lazy ass back to being useful before I ain’t got no use for her. You get
me?” he asked and gave me a pointed look.
    “Sure thing, where’s her place?”
    “Over on Tullamore Street. She’s got an apartment up over an
abandoned store front, the one with the green awning, old jewelry store. You
can get to her place by a stair out back.”
    “Got it.” I tossed down the rag I’d been using and stuffed
the Crown Royal bag into my jacket pocket.
    “Tell her she better not be fucking avoiding me. I hate that
shit!” he called at my back and I gave a wave over my shoulder. Somehow I doubted
Rocket would be that stupid. After the whole pills in my pocket thing, she’d
pretty much avoided me like the plague. Wasn’t a hundred percent on why, I
think she was afraid I’d sell her out? Thank her or something and get her in
trouble, maybe? Who knows? All I know is that she was extra careful not to get
left alone with me, and that she wouldn’t look me in the eye or engage in
conversation.
    I was half afraid Pig had said something to her or gotten
ahold of her. For a guy who didn’t give a fuck about his property, treating her
like shit, smacking her around, berating her constantly… he sure as fuck didn’t
want anyone else taking an interest. I’d gone so far as to tell him I had me a
girl outside the hoes that hung with us, to get him off my back about her the
second time he informed me that I had my chance to fuck her and I’d taken a
pass.
    He got real interested all of a sudden and told me I should
bring my mythical girl around for the brothers to meet. The look on Rocket’s
face, behind his back, boy… She looked like she was liable to puke! It was such
a gut-wrenching and visceral reaction to the notion, I think I’d just stumbled
onto how she’d gotten in with a crowd like this. Fuck me swinging! That would
be a hell of a thing if it were true.
    I was thinking about it again as I mounted my bike. I
affixed my new face mask and put on my shades. We thought it would look better,
more convincing, if I came back without my last set. They were waiting for me
back in my SHMC club room. Replacing the ski goggles would have to be an online
thing and since I didn’t technically have an address where shit could be mailed
and I hadn’t gotten around to opening up a PO Box, I just dealt without for now.
Wasn’t like I really needed them. Spring had sprung and then some even
though winter had hung on like a motherfucker this year. It was really only
cold enough to need the mask and eyewear riding at night but I think that was
more because I was a pansy. I still hadn’t acclimated to the cold after coming
from a warmer climate.
    I pulled out of the lot and headed for the nearby town,
where I knew there was a street by the name Pig gave me. If I recalled, it had
been a nice part of town once, before developers had bought up all the retail
shops, etc., with dreams of erecting a new and modern shopping center. The
plans were stalled by historical preservation societies filing suit to protect
some of the buildings from demolition. They were in the process of trying to
prove that they were deserving of being on the national registration of
historic places.
    How the fuck did I know all this? Shamelessly eavesdropping
on Rocket talking to one of the new girls to the club who was looking for a
cheap place to flop out. Rocket had told her that her ‘hood was a shitty place
to live but if you found an apartment above the abandoned retail outfits, the
rent was generally real cheap. You just had to be ready for an eviction notice
any day, depending on if the developer won their way.
    I thought about her probably way more than I should. She was
a pretty little thing for one, but that wasn’t it. There was a keen
intelligence underneath those wide blue eyes and under all that long dark hair.
She was infuriatingly