Hiding Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter, #2) by Lila Rose Read Free Book Online Page B

shook his head. Tears fell down his cheeks and dripped onto Dallas's hand. "No?" I asked. "A pity, because that's who we are." I gave a chin lift to Dallas. He removed his hand and supported the guy's weight against the wall with an arm across his chest. I held the knife in place while blood pooled on the floor and dripped from his wrist.
    "W-why are you gettin' involved?" the dick asked, sweat coating his forehead.
    "We don't like cunts selling women."
    "I needed the money!" he yelled. "She fucking deserved it. She had to pay me back for taking her in in some way."
    "So you sold her?" I boomed.
    "Dodge," Pick warned.
    Taking a deep breath, I moved the knife up slowly, cutting through muscle, skin and tendons. The guy whimpered in agony. "Stop, stop. I'll tell you." His eyes closed, his breath came hard, but then he opened his eyes. "Wait, you know where she is."
    "Tell us who bought her," I demanded through clenched teeth.
    Pain laced his words, but he was still cocky. "You do, you have her," he said.
    Removing the knife, I quickly placed it back in, only in his shoulder, causing him to scream once again.
    "Tell me," I hissed.
    "The Venom MC, someone from there."
    Fuck, we'd guessed they’d been involved already.
    "His name?" Pick asked.
    "I don't know. He wouldn't give it. I was happy I paid off my debts. I didn't care about anything else."
    "See," I started then shook my head before stepping back, removing my knife and pulling my gun with added silencer from my jeans. "That's where you should have cared. No one ought to sell a member of their fuckin' family out, no matter what," I said calmly before aiming and shooting him right between the eyes.
    "Fuck," Dallas growled. "Next time, give me notice before you shoot a fucker." He turned to face me and I quickly hid my smirk. He was covered in brains and blood. "I'll get out of the goddamn way."
    "Sorry, brother," I offered.
    "Sorry, my arse. You'll pay for that, dickhead," Dallas grumbled as he picked up the bottom of his tee and wiped his face with it. "How we gonna find the guy from Venom?"
    "We'll figure something out. We always do. We'll need to update Saxon and Lan with what's gone down. Don't want blowback for that shit," Pick said, jutting his chin out towards the dead fucker slumped on the ground. "For now, let's get outta here and back to the women."
    "Gotta meet this bird if it's causing Dodge to act like a crazy man."
    "What the fuck you talking about? I'm always crazy."
    He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, true that. Lucky you like violence as much as me or I'd have to wonder about you." He started for the back door. "I'm going home for a shower. Meet at your house, brother. Gather the others."
    "Done," I said.
    Yeah, violence was what I enjoyed, especially if it kept the trouble from touching my brothers and family.
    So what was Willow?
    Fuck if I knew.

Chapter Seven
    W illow
    When Josie helped me into the shower, embarrassment heated my cheeks. I hated feeling so vulnerable, but I also knew better than to refuse help when I needed it the most. My reality was I was unable to handle washing away my own blood. My feet were raw, so I ended up sitting in the bottom of the shower and let the water run over my sore body. Josie, the beautiful, sweet woman I'd just met, hopped in the shower and took care of my feet. Dirt, rocks and glass clanged to the bottom of the shower floor as I grimaced, whimpered and cried when the pain got too much. Still, I knew I had to get them clean to heal.
    While she took care of me, she talked, offering me comfort and distraction. She told me about her horrid story in life, and all I could think of was my sad excuse of a story in comparison. Hers was gut-wrenching and devastating. Yet, I was complaining about mine. I wasn't abused or beaten. I was simply forgotten. I wanted to cry for her, and had the urge to get up and get out of their lives because they'd suffered enough. Yet there I was, bringing more crap onto their doorstep just when it had