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

the clubhouse of Back Down
Devil MC, the entire night was fresh on her mind. Leaving poor Annie and going
to see Victor. Then running from Victor and that big lunk of an asshole. And
finally … stabbing Victor
and getting hit by the big lunk.
    Of course, there was more locked in
Lena ’ s mind. Including the
uncontrollable urge that had attacked her when she opened her eyes the first
time and saw someone as rough and sexy as Jett hovering over her.
    Jett.
    What a fucking name.
    What a fucking cock, too.
    She couldn ’ t remember the last time her body had been so
engaged like that. The way he slowly and carefully stripped her of her bloody
shirt. The way he gently touched her, fighting his own urges. And then when he
finally did let go, he ravaged her in a way that left Lena feeling alive.
Really alive. Finally, for once.
    But that was all last night.
    Now she had to fake this to get out
of it. There was no way anyone could know who she was, or that she was
affiliated with Victor and all his mob ties. It wasn ’ t fair to Back Down Devil MC. And if the stab wound
did kill Victor, the target on Lena ’ s
back was a mile wide. And that included anyone near her.
    Which put into place the plan for
the day … to get the fuck
out of here.
    The first biker she saw was a guy
named Blaine. He was a dickhead. A complete ass that looked up her shirt.
Literally lifted the shirt and looked at her naked body. She had to playfully
stir and wake up. Her first instinct was to lie, and she confessed to Blaine
she had no idea who she was. He bought it, but only because his eyes were
wondering what the rest of her naked body looked like and tasted like.
    Then came Jett.
    Seeing him had the same effect on
her body as it did last night. Now that was a hard thing to fight off,
especially moving her shoulder when he touched her. She played dumb with the
mug of coffee, sniffing it as though it were some foreign liquid.
    Lena scrambled trying to figure out
how to make it all seem real. Did people with amnesia remember food? Remember
how to breathe? Remember how to blink? What did they think about?
    So she stared straight ahead and
heard Jett and Blaine talking at the door.
    In the back of her mind - since she
could remember everything about her life - she tried to figure out an escape
plan. Truth was, she didn ’ t
remember anything from getting hit by the big guy with Victor until she started
to regain feeling as Jett took her shirt off. Which meant she didn ’ t know how the clubhouse was set
up. One story? Two stories? Halls? And when she did get out … where would she go and how would
she find some kind of safety.
    Well, there was no such thing as
safety. Lena knew that by now. Her original plan had been to stab Victor and
then make a run for it. But before she stabbed Victor he had taken her car and
left her basically stranded. Jett solved the stranded issue, but he didn ’ t need the violence Victor would
bring.
    “ Just
get the fuck out, ” Jett
said. He slammed the door shut.
    Lena swallowed and turned her head. “ What ’ s going on? ”
    “ You
tell me. What the fuck is going on with you? ”
    “ I
don ’ t know … you ’ re Jett, right? ”
    “ You
don ’ t know …”
    Lena shook her head. “ I don ’ t remember anything. Who am I? ”
    “ Lena, ” Jett said. “ Your name is Lena. You woke up
last night. We …”
    We fucked. Yeah, I remember
that. Fuck, I remember it, Jett.
    “ We
what? What happened? ”
    Jett stared at her. Lena tried to
keep minimal eye contact, afraid she was going to give her lie away. She knew
the punishment of that, too. There had been plenty of times she got wrapped up
in a lie and it never ended well.
    “ Okay,
I ’ ll play, ” Jett said. He reached down and
opened a shirt. “ This was
what you were wearing. See it? See the blood? ”
    “ Yeah, ” Lena said. “ Was I hurt? ”
    “ Do
you feel hurt? ”
    “ I
don ’ t know what I feel. I ’ m confused. ”
    Jett sighed. “