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

blood ran cold at his
words. She’d be twenty
now . Meaning she was gone. My heart
broke for him, for the loss no parent should ever have to face.
Without thinking, I reached over and grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry.”
His only answer was to give my hand a quick squeeze and then let
go. I sat where I was, even though I felt like me being in the
middle seat might be invading his personal space, lost in my
thoughts. Jesus, if she’d be twenty now then he’d just been a kid
when she was born, only fifteen or sixteen. I looked out the
window, wondering where we were, at a loss for
words.
    Rocker seemed to read my mind.
“We’re in the city, L.K.”
    I looked at him. “L.K.?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, Little
Kangaroo is a mouthful, so we decided to shorten it aftah ya passed
out.” Realizing it was too quiet, I turned around and scanned the
backseat, laughing when I saw both men out cold. Dean was leaning
over the middle onto Hawk, his mouth wide open in slumber. I needed
a picture. I grabbed my cell and snapped one, ecstatic when the
flash didn’t wake them up. “Blackmail?”
    I nodded, laughing again, and
moved away from Rob into the passenger seat. “You never know when
it might come in handy.” I shrugged. “So, L.K.? I like it.” It was
catchy, different than what I’d always been known as. This move was
all about new beginnings, and the new name fit
perfectly.
    We drove the rest of the way in
silence. When Rob punched in his code and pulled into the garage
under his townhouse, the butterflies hit. I’d only been here with
Matty, and the house held some of the best memories of our
relationship. It was here that he’d let me in, let me see the
person he really was, told me some of his secrets. Here that he’d
told me he loved me for the first time, on a roof lit only by
candlelight. Here that he’d made love to me in a way that only
Matty could, his body telling mine that I was the only one for him.
If I had realized that a house, this perfect and beautiful
apartment, could make me miss Matty more than I already did, I
wouldn’t have come.
    Rocker didn’t let me lose myself
in memories or wallow. He turned off the truck, yelled at the two
‘shitheads’ in the backseat to wake up, grabbed my bags from the
tool-body bed, and called the elevator with his key in a matter of
seconds. I practically ran behind him, not wanting to be caught
alone with Dean, especially a Dean that had just woken up and
looked pissed. When the elevator stopped, I followed Rob off,
surprised when the other two stayed on.
    We were on the second floor of the
building, the bottom floor of the apartment—the bedroom floor.
Large muscles rippled under his shirt as he lifted my heaviest
suitcase, even though it had wheels, and walked straight towards
the familiar door, opening it.
    “ No. I’ll take the spare room.”
Dark eyes turned to me as he hesitated in the doorway.
    “The boys are
upstairs, and there’s no way I’m letting the three of you bunk
together.” At that point, being alone with Hawk and Dean actually
didn’t sound like a bad idea. “L.K. this is your room, you’ll sleep
heah.” Without another word, he carried my bags into Matty’s
bedroom, around the bed, and set them on a chest under the windows
that were just starting to show the break of dawn.
    I didn’t follow him. “No. This is
Matty’s room.” I scanned the room quickly, looking for changes, but
it was the same as it had been months before, right down to the
picture of the two of us on his nightstand. I swallowed, meeting
Rob’s eyes. “What if…” I lapped my lips, not wanting to ask and
definitely not wanting the answer. “What if he’s had other guests
here?”
    Rob moved quickly, joining me in
the hallway and staring down at me. “Joey, there hasn’t been anyone
heah but you.” His voice was low, serious. “He’s been goin’ out of
his fuckin’ mind.” He shook his head, and I thought he was going to
say something else. Instead,