Delinquent (Devil's Fighters MC Book 2) by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online Page A

herself for that. Could she be any stupider?
     
    Perhaps Xavier had a point in pushing her away. Perhaps reconnecting had not been their smartest move. And so Alyssa resolved to saving her long lost bet friend and then walking away from him as firmly as he had walked away from her that night.
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Xavier’s head ached, and it had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with Alyssa. As far as he could remember, no one could give him headaches like she did.
     
    The more he thought about it, the more he could not believe he’d had to walk away from her for the second time in his life. He also couldn’t believe that he had found the strength to do it, and the fact that he had…scared him. Turning his back on Alyssa had been the hardest thing he ever had to do, harder than the fighting. He thought he would never have it in him to do it again, but as it turned out he was wrong. He wondered what that meant. Could he really be so jaded that he was able to walk away from the woman he loved not once, but twice in one lifetime?
     
    He shook his head and downed the shot of burning whiskey that Greg had put in front of him.
     
    “Whoa. You might want to pace yourself there.”
     
    Xavier snorted. Rick was one to talk; he would down a lot more than one shot after a particularly bad fight. And Xavier considered the one he had with Alyssa earlier that night a particularly bad fight.
     
    “Hit me again, Greg, will you?” he called out in a voice already roughened by alcohol.
     
    The bartender didn’t object. He was used to members of the club coming over to his bar to drown their sorrows. He didn’t particularly like it, but he didn’t complain either. Bennie always made sure no trouble would be brought to the joint, and in turn Greg served them all the alcohol they asked for. It was a win-win situation for all parties involved.
     
    Rick settled on the stool at the bar next to Xavier and eyed him curiously.
     
    “What’s up with you, anyway? You had a pretty clean fight tonight.”
     
    “It’s not about the fight,” Xavier said, downing yet one more shot.
     
    He wasn’t normally a heavy drinker, and he decided right then to stop there for the night—he could already feel himself getting lightheaded from the combined action of the whiskey and the beer he had earlier at Alyssa’s. He couldn’t afford to get drunk. Maybe he was paranoid, but he would much rather remain sharp at all times.
     
    “What’s it about then?” Rick asked, motioning for Greg to pour him a pint.
     
    Xavier arched an eyebrow. “Should you be drinking?”
     
    Rick was doing considerably better, but he was still on a mild dose of painkillers for his cracked ribs.
     
    “Relax, I’m fine.”
     
    Xavier eyed him skeptically, but he knew better than to argue. After all, he wasn’t exactly in the position to dish out lectures on safe drinking.
     
    When the beer was placed in front of him, Rick nodded his thanks and took a hearty swig. Then, he turned his unrelenting attention back to Xavier.
     
    “So,” he said. “What’s going on?”
     
    “Nothing’s going on.”
     
    Rick arched a dark blond eyebrow at him. “Please. I know you so much better than that.”
     
    Xavier sighed. He stared down at his empty glass, as if it contained all the answers when—in fact—it felt to him like no answers could be found anywhere.
     
    “It’s Alyssa,” he said quietly.
     
    It was just Rick and a few other patrons in the bar, and none of the others had anything to do with the Devil’s Fighters, but he still felt the need to be cautious.
     
    “Ah.” Rick lit up, and Xavier had the feeling it wasn’t just because Alyssa had pretty much saved his life.
     
    He narrowed his eyes in suspiciously. “What are you looking so stoked about?”
     
    “I like her,” Rick said. “And by that I mean that I like her for you.”
     
    “What are you talking about?”
     
    “You know .”
     
    “No,”