EMPTY SECRETS (A Back Down Devil MC Novella) by London Casey, Karolyn James Read Free Book Online Page A

phone call or two
and get her some help. ”
    “ If
the guy is connected …”
    “ Are
you in love with her, Jett? ”
    “ What?
No. I fucking said two words to her. ”
    “ Good, ” Miller said. “ Then this shouldn ’ t be this hard. ”
    That was the final word in the
conversation.
    Jett left the room and went to the
bar. He got a plate of food, a refill on his coffee, and he set his sights back
on the damn room. Everything Miller had said was completely right and true.
Lena wasn ’ t his fucking
problem. She wasn ’ t a Back
Down Devil MC problem either. She was some chick that was drunk, or beat up, or
whatever.
    When he got to the door, it opened
and Blaine stood there.
    “ What
the fuck are you doing? ” Jett asked.
    “ Checking
on sleeping beauty, ” he
said. “ She wake up at all? ”
    “ Why? ”
    “ She ’ s awake right now, man, ” Blaine said.
    “ Really? ” Jett asked. He started to push
by Blaine. “ What did she
say …”
    “ Yeah,
that ’ s the problem, ” Blaine said.
    “ It ’ s my problem, whatever it is.
Just fuck off for now, man, okay? ”
    “ You ’ re digging this chick. I love
it. Must be good pussy between those legs of hers, huh? ”
    “ What
the fuck …”
    “ I
lifted the shirt. Had a little peek. That ’ s
smooth … like a good scotch. ”
    “ Blaine, ” Jett growled.
    “ I ’ m out, ” Blaine said and lifted his hands. “ I ’ m
out, I ’ m out, I ’ m out. Take it easy, man. Don ’ t do anything stupid with this. ”
    Jett went into the room and saw
Lena sitting up. Her hair was a little messy and it drove Jett wild. He took
the food and coffee to the nightstand and then crouched down a little. He
touched Lena ’ s shoulder and
she quickly shook him away.
    “ What ’ s wrong? ” he asked.
    Lena looked at him. She looked
around the room again. Then she looked at the food. “ What is that? ”
    “ Food, ” Jett said. “ Coffee. ”
    “ Can
I have some coffee? ”
    “ Yeah,
take it. ”
    Lena took the mug. She sniffed it
then sipped it. Jett stood up and made fists.
    Something ’ s wrong.
    “ We
have to talk about last night, ” Jett said. “ I need answers
right now. ”
    “ Answers
to what? ” Lena asked. She
put the coffee mug down on the nightstand and looked up at Jett. “ What happened last night? ”
    “ Are
you fucking kidding me? ” Jett asked. “ Don ’ t play bullshit with me. Should
I show you the shirt? Refresh your memory? ”
    “ What
shirt? ” Lena asked. “ I ’ m
wearing a shirt. ”
    Jett opened his mouth and stopped.
He looked into Lena ’ s eyes.
    Bullshit …
    There was a knock at the door.
    Jett backed up and didn ’ t turn until he was at the door.
When he opened it, Blaine stood there holding a mug of coffee and a small
bottle of whiskey.
    “ Figured
you ’ d need this by now, ” he said.
    “ What? ”
    “ Did
she tell you yet? ” Blaine
asked.
    “ Tell
me what, man? I ’ ve got to
get this sorted out …”
    “ Yeah,
good luck. She doesn ’ t
remember a fucking thing, Jett. She doesn ’ t
even remember her own damn name. ”

six.
     
    Lying.
    It was the one thing Lena knew how
to do well. How to fake everything in life. Happiness, love, peace, add in
any fucking word you want. It was something she learned at a young age. The
fights between her parents that turned violent and little Lena walked in on the
physical altercations, never allowed to show emotion towards it. Because if she
cried, her mother got louder. And if her mother got louder, her father got more
violent. The cycle going and going and going … but if Lena rubbed her eyes, yawned, and pretended she had woken from a bad
dream, the fight would end. Her parents would take her to bed and get her back to
sleep. Yeah, her Daddy ’ s
breath smelled like whiskey. Yeah, her Mommy had blood on her teeth. But they
weren ’ t fighting anymore.
    That ’ s
what faking it did.
    It fixed a lot of things.
    Including this …
    Waking up in