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

I’ve looked at that sink a million times with the vision that it should stop leaking yet it never does.”
    “Too bad your abilities don’t extend to telekinesis.”
    “Mmm, too bad. That could be fun.” She tapped her finger against her lips.
    “Plotting to take over the world?”
    “Something like that. Now come on. The sink has been waiting for you.”
    I held my hands up jokingly. “God forbid I make it wait.”
    “Very demanding and impatient, it is.”
    I followed Allison into the kitchen, and she leaned against the counter. Three garbage cans sat in the far corner.
    “Do you have a small army living here I don’t know about?” I nodded to the three bins.
    “One is for garbage, the other for paper and the other plastic and cans. Do you not recycle?”
    “Do I look like I recycle?”
    Her shoulders slumped and she let out a very loud, annoyed breath. “Did you know that it’s estimated that seventy-five percent of American waste is recyclable, but only about thirty percent of it actually gets recycled?”
    “Tragic.”
    She playfully slapped my chest. “It is. Recycling just one aluminum can. One. One can. Can save enough energy to listen to a full album on your iPod.”
    “Well I don’t have an iPod. I prefer to keep it old school and listen to records.”
    “That’s kind of recycling. Taking something that’s pretty obsolete and still making use of it.”
    “For me it’s not about recycling. It’s all about the experience that you don’t get with a digital download.”
    “I can appreciate that,” she said while I fidgeted with the faucet. “That’s kind of why I like making things. For the experience.”
    “Oh it’s not because you’d rather use recycled wood?”
    “That is part of it. But I also like knowing at the end of the day that I didn’t waste money at a store. That my hard work built it.” She was quiet for a moment. “So, what exactly is a motorcycle club?”
    My hand stopped on the faucet, and I looked at her. Her eyes were on me, waiting for a response. There was of course the generic answer. One that, more or less, was the definition of a riding club. The innocent kind of club, where you were in it because you enjoyed the ride. Or I could be honest. Tell her what we truly were.
    “It’s a brotherhood. We’re family. I would do anything for any of them as they would for me. No questions asked.”
    “Would you kill for them?” Her voice cracked on kill, and became no more than a whisper.
    I looked her straight in her eyes. “I would do anything for them.”
    “Wow. That’s… nice.”
    I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “That’s one way to put it.”
    The problem didn’t seem like it had to do with the faucet, so I got down into the cabinet. Moved the bottles of cleaners she must have found on sale, or why else would she have so many, and started checking the pipes.
    “It is, though. Having all those people who care about you. The only person I had was my mom, and now that she’s gone.” Her words trailed off and I looked out, waiting for her to continue. “Well, I can only hope that, if I die here, someone will discover my body before I start to rot.”
    I pushed out from beneath the sink, and got to my feet because I needed her to see me when I said what I had to say. “Al, I wouldn’t let you rot.”
    “Allison.”
    “Stop fighting me on it.”
    She pushed her pretty pink lips together, and looked at me through those long fucking lashes.
    I tucked a strand of red behind her ear, needing to touch her, but trying to refrain from picking her up onto the counter and having my way with her. Tried to stop envisioning her legs wrapped around my torso while I fucked her stupid. “You’re too pretty to let rot.”
    “Now, that’s a line I never heard before.”
    “Did it work?” I asked, and her blue eyes darkened like the night sky.
    Her lips parted, and my dick hardened. “It depends.”
    I moved to her, until her back hit the counter, and she