Equilibrium (Marauders #4.5) by Lina Andersson Read Free Book Online Page A

exposed every fear I’d had, and hadn’t thought anyone had known— could know. But he had. They were all true, and especially that last thing. I wasn’t living, I was simply existing, and most of the time I was trying to escape from that, too.
    Fucking asshole.
    I glared at him, “You don’t know shit about me.”
    Then I left.
     
    ~oOo~
    Roach
     
    He watched the little princess as she hesitantly walked towards him. It had taken her over a week, which was probably too short for her to actually want to deal with anything, so she was most likely still pissed and planned on telling him what an ass he was.
    He hadn’t really thought she’d take him up on his offer, though, and in all honesty he was pretty relieved about it. Besides a few bad experiences and a drug addiction to forget about them—in her case probably not an addiction yet—they didn’t have shit in common, and he was not good at dealing with people like her. Most of the time he couldn’t stand them. She might’ve grown up around bikers, but those had been there since she was born and were mostly a lot older than her. And he was sure no one had talked to her like he had, but he’d been pissed. Then he’d felt bad and told her he could help, which he had regretted the second she’d left his room. So he was pretty glad it didn’t look like he’d have to own up to those words.
    He’d noticed things in his room. Roach really didn’t like mess, he kept things neat, and he didn’t have a lot of stuff, so when things were moved around it wasn’t something he missed. He’d known it was Eliza from the very beginning. He hadn’t bought her act for a second, her big blue eyes and wide smiles, and he couldn’t fucking believe they were all swallowing that shit down—hook, line, and sinker. When she, from out of nowhere, wanted a job to clean the clubhouse he’d thought it was a bit fishy. So when things all of a sudden were no longer in their place, it was obvious what was going on. He assumed it was the only way for her to get hold of drugs without her father finding out.
    Maybe he should’ve mentioned it to Brick, but they weren’t that close, and you had to be really fucking close to a man to tell him his daughter was making a fool out of him. Actually, he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. If he didn’t mention it, no one would ever know that he’d known. But once he’d started seeing it, it was impossible to stop seeing it. Like how she was stoned or tripping most of the time, that she wasn’t eating, and how her smiles died as soon as she didn’t think anyone was watching. As annoying as she was, she was in trouble, and apparently no one else was noticing it.
    He’d avoided her until he heard the door opening to his room, and realized it was her, and then he’d caught her in the act. Her behavior had managed to piss him off again, and he probably should’ve handled it a little… smoother. At the same time, maybe not. Maybe someone needed to rub her the wrong way.
    Because she didn’t yell at him when she stood in front of him. Instead she stood silent for a while, just eyeing him, and finally spoke up.
    “Hi,” she said. “Can I sit?” she asked with a nod towards the bench he was sitting on.
    “Sure.”
    “Thanks,” she mumbled and sat down next to him.
    That was a surprise. He looked at her, but she was staring at her shoes. Pink ones today, he noted. And they had a pretty little bow on them, too.
    “So what are you on today, Princess?”
    “Only Prazosin,” she answered, and that was when he knew for sure he’d been wrong. She was going to talk to him, and she wasn’t going to lie. She’d be straight.
    That could mean a whole bunch of problems for him. Like a ripped-off face. He kept talking to her anyway, and pulled his smokes out of his pocket.
    “What’s Prazosin?” He’d heard of a lot of drugs, tried most of them, too, but not that one.
    “For anxiety, PTSD, and nightmares. Legal. You know, for being