Honey Whiskey (A Bastards MC Novel) by Carina Adams Read Free Book Online

His black beanie was pulled low so I
couldn’t see his hair, adding to the overall picture. He was the
epitome of dangerous.
    Looks had never been more
deceiving, but he wanted to know, so I gladly shared. “Gee, I don’t
know.” My sarcasm was hard to hide. “Maybe ‘cause you look like
you’re ready to beat someone to death.” I smiled. “Seriously, you
dress like a badass biker thug.”
    Hawk’s laughter filled the truck as the light
turned green. “Badass biker thug? Fuckin’ perfect.”
    I was half-relieved when Rob
turned into Teagan’s driveway because I needed to get out of the
truck and away from the three of them. The other half was nervous
though, wondering if I could go inside and lock the Bastards out so
I wouldn’t have to go with them. I jumped out of the cab as soon as
Rob stopped, somehow managing to stay on my feet, and walked as
quickly as I could on the ice covered ground in heels. I was
halfway up the front steps when his words stopped me.
    “You got ten minutes, Joey. If
you’re not out heah by then, I’m comin’ in to getcha.” His voice
was low and full of warning. “I may listen to country, but I will
fuck shit up if I don’t get my own way. Remember that.”

Chapter 5
    Jo
    Someone nudged me. I didn’t want
to wake up—my dreams were too good. Matty and I were sitting on a
couch, me leaning against his shoulders, his strong arms snug
around me, kissing my temple lightly every few minutes. He was
singing along to the music, laughing. He was happy, and when his
eyes turned to me, they were full of affection. I wanted to stay in
this moment forever, wrapped up in nothing but Matty, loving him
for eternity. Another nudge made me open my eyes.
    “ Hey, you awake?”
    I sat up a little, leaning
forward, trying to figure out where I was. I blinked my eyes
against the bright streetlights and wiped my mouth, ashamed when I
realized I had a line of spittle working its way towards my chin. I
couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped. God, I was tired. Tipping my
head back, I fought the urge to close my eyes again.
    “You snore, ya
know that, right?” I started, almost yelping, at the voice right
next to my ear. Rocker laughed and then cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” He moved underneath me, making me jump again. “Jesus, you
aah wicked jumpy!
    I blinked again, realization
slowly dawning, my memories playing like a movie. The bar, a late
supper with Rob, then he took me to Teagan’s. I’d changed my
clothes and gotten back in the truck. After listening to the boys
banter for a while, I must have fallen asleep. I rubbed my eyes,
slowly becoming aware that I was leaning on him. I sat up quickly,
pulling away. “Sorry!” My voice was raw, and I had to swallow to
make the word come out. I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing for the
fact that I fell asleep or that I fell asleep on him.
    I stretched my neck from side to
side, trying to get the crick out. When I tipped to the left, my
eyes glanced over the instrument panel, confused when a picture of
a little curly brown haired girl beamed back at me. I couldn’t keep
my curiosity to myself. “Who’s that little beauty?”
    “ My dotah.” The love and pride was
evident in his voice.
    “Daughter?” The
answer shocked me more than it should have. Rocker didn’t seem like
a dad, and I couldn’t remember Matty ever telling me that he had
kids. Unless, she didn’t get to see her dad, which would be awful,
and would explain Rob’s earlier attitude towards me moving to
Boston.
    I saw him nod out of my peripheral. “Yeah,
Hannah Jean.” He smiled at the words.
    Hannah Jean? Hmm. I expected a
Kathryn or a Mary Kathryn, something that sounded Irish. “She’s way
too cute to be your kid, just so you know. How old is she—three?” I
had similar pictures of Lily when she was that tiny and a sudden
pang of lost time hit my gut. I missed my kids.
    Rob cleared his throat. “She’d be twenty now.
But, she’s two in that picture.”
    My