Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3) by Savannah Rylan Read Free Book Online

you tonight.”
    He was just coming over to fix a sink, so why did I feel like those four words held a hell of a lot more meaning behind them?

7
    Dice
    C utting ties with the doctor was an excuse to celebrate. We had been working with the sick fuck for too long. Desperation made us do it. After Aubree’s old man got thrown in the slammer, we needed a doc to fill prescriptions for us when we were waiting on shipments. Which meant we had to find a doctor who had a secret. This bastard had a secret alright: a disturbing obsession with kiddie porn.
    Hudson, being the fucking computer god he was, discovered the perv. The doctor had no choice but to work with us. But now, Cash, as promised, secured another deal so we wouldn’t have to work with the sicko any longer. Kade and I got to break the news with a reminder that if he ever mentioned the Righteous Outlaws, we would dismember him whether he was in jail or not. We had connections, and the last thing he should do was test us.
    Hudson would send an anonymous tip to the authorities, and the good old doctor would be where he belonged: behind bars far away from any kids.
    At the clubhouse, the booze flowed, the girls danced, and I sat back watching it all. With Nick gone, and Cash and Kade tied down with old ladies, it wasn’t like it used to be. When we weren’t dealing drugs or battling it out with Gordita’s army or Montamos, we partied and we partied hard.
    So many mornings, I woke up with naked chicks wrapped around me, surrounded by empty bottles and bad decisions. It was my life, and I thought it was the best fucking thing ever. But, somewhere along the way, it lost its appeal.
    I was sick of sticking my dick into a nameless slut. Sick of drinking myself into oblivion and trying to forget all the shit I’d endured. Nick once called me a survivor, and maybe I was, but most of the time I wasn’t trying to survive. I was just stumbling around, and letting shit run its course. It was more luck than anything else.
    A new girl sat on Miles’s lap, and he ripped her shirt off, sticking his head right in between her tits. She laughed, and he unsnapped her bra with one hand. Her tits spilled free, and I wasn’t going to lie; they were pretty fucking nice.
    Miles threw her bra at my head, a pink lacy number that normally would make my dick hard. It never took much to get me going. I could be hard in an instant, a trick that drove the girls fucking wild. But, today, I wasn’t feeling it.
    The girl squealed as Miles tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. “You want to join us?” Miles asked.
    It wouldn’t be the first time Miles and I tag teamed a girl. We only had one rule. No matter what, our dicks didn’t touch. There was nothing better than shoving your cock in a girl’s mouth while she was getting the shit plowed out of her.
    But, it was just something else I’d become bored with. Besides, I had a kitchen sink to look at and, for some fucking reason, that sounded more appealing than spit roasting some whore.
    “She’s all yours. Have fun.”
    “You sure? I mean, look at this ass.” He lifted up her skirt, revealing a tanned ass and a matching thong to the bra that was now on the floor.
    “I’m sure. I’ll catch you later.”
    I headed out and lit a cigarette, sucking it down before hopping on my bike. Halfway to Allison’s, the sky opened up and the rain fell. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, I was dripping wet.
    Mr. Rollins peered through his curtains, as I made my way up the sidewalk. Tempted to flip him off, I controlled myself, forcing my hand to stay at my side.
    The faint sound of shitty country music floated out from Allison’s apartment, and I imagined her dancing around naked. I knocked and, when she didn’t answer right away, I knocked harder.
    “It’s me,” I said, since she seemed like the type to check out the window first.
    The lock unclicked, and the door flung open. “Hey,” she said with a smile. “I was wondering