Love's Hope (The Unknowns Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Ruby Reid Read Free Book Online Page A

got into bed as quietly as he could.
     
    He had been laying there for no more than ten seconds before Amanda spoke softly beside him.
     
    “Do you always take your late night calls into the bathroom?”
     
    There was some accusation in her voice, but most of it wounded like nothing more than annoyance of having been stirred awake.
     
    “Sorry,” Alex said. “Damn club stuff. There are some people that aren’t really happy with me for leaving the way I did.”
     
    “Mmmm,” was all she said. She slid over to him and threw an arm over his chest. Her voice thick with sleep, she added, “Sorry. That sounded shitty of me.”
     
    “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry it woke you.”
     
    “Mmm hmm,” she said.
     
    She was asleep a few moments later, and he felt the rise and fall of her chest against his side. Just as he was also on the verge of sleep, his phone started vibrating again.
     
    Damn, he thought. How can this get any worse?
     
    Beside him, Amanda stirred. “Maybe just give a two weeks’ notice,” she joked. “That works for everyone else.”
     
    Hearing her joking in such a way as she was half asleep made him feel very guilty about keeping what he knew about Stephen from her. In fact, as he reached out for his phone again, he started to feel real hatred towards himself for the first time.
     
    That hatred was replaced by fear when he saw the display on his phone.
     
    Jameson.
     
    His first reaction was to simply ignore the call. But he knew that would do no good. Jameson would keep calling and only get angrier each time he ignored the call. Might as well just rip the band-aid off and get it over with as quickly as possible.
     
    He again went into the bathroom, faster this time, and didn’t bother with the ruse of the exhaust fan.
     
    “Hello?” he asked, trying to sound tired rather than afraid.
     
    “Alex,” Jameson said. “How are you, kid?”
     
    “Good, I guess. Listen, Jameson, I—”
     
    “No,” Jameson said. “ You listen Alex, and you listen good. I’m in town. I’m parked in front of a restaurant that I think you might know well. It’s where you met the woman I’m assuming you’re with.”
     
    Holy shit, Alex thought. This is bad. This is—
     
    “I don’t know where you are,” Jameson said. “And I don’t care. But you bring your ass here right now. You have thirty minutes. If thirty-one pass, and I haven’t seen you, I will find you. And before I beat you to a bloody mess, I’m going to rape that lady friend of yours and make you watch. You hear me?”
     
    Fear quickly churned into an acidic anger, but Alex knew better than to let it surface.
     
    “Answer me!”
     
    “Yes,” Alex said. “I hear you. But Jameson, you have to—”
     
    But the line had gone dead already.
     
    Alex sat on the edge of the toilet, his stomach churning and his mind working in a million directions at once.
     
    There was no way out of this, and he knew it. And Christ, had he been so stupid as to think he’d make this decision and not have to pay some sort of consequence? He found himself wanting to weep for the first time in nearly fifteen years, but kept it away. For now, he had to focus.
     
    He had to pay attention to every detail and hope it was enough to make sure this was not the last night of his life.
     
    ***
     
    He walked back out into the bedroom, hoping that Amanda would have fallen back asleep. That way, he could sneak out and handle this nasty business without her knowing anything at all about it. His hopes were dashed, though, when he walked back into the room and he saw her sitting halfway up, propped up on an elbow. The sheets had slid down just enough to reveal her left breast and he suddenly found the prospect of leaving her more than he could handle.
     
    “More club stuff?” she asked.
     
    “Yeah. But this call was… well, this one sucks.”
     
    “Why? Is something wrong?”
     
    Alex sat on the side of the bed, sliding his boots over to him. He