misunderstoodebook by Kathryn Kelly Read Free Book Online

wood and reminding her she’d bitten her nails until they bled.
    “You the bitch who ground her pussy all over Outlaw, right?” the man whose patch identified him as Enforcer asked.
    He sucked on his cigarette and turned his head, blowing smoke away from her, the courteous gesture surprising her, but not abating the trembles assailing her. Failure was not an option. She had a sister to get back.
    Neither of the three men spoke, but they focused on her. She glanced around, looking for Johnnie. Johnnie. Her blond biker’s name. The man whose memory had kept a shred of sanity inside of her, a beacon to her lost soul. She met him in her dreams, even when she wasn’t trying to. But she held onto his memory, his illusion . Needing…kindness.
    Kendall palmed her eyes, concentrating. She’d gone four days without her pills. Spoon wanted her to act normal. When nothing in her world was normal anymore. Least of all her.
    The man with the buzz cut grasped her chin between his fingers and turned her head from side-to-side. She remained still, not protesting, not speaking. She hoped he didn’t lose his temper. She wanted to frown at him and snarl for him to step out of her personal space.
    She couldn’t find it in herself to spit the words.
    He nodded. “Yeah, this is her, Mortician,” he confirmed. He released her chin and she noted a bleeding skull tat peeping from his white shirt.
    Kendall blinked at the club’s Road Captain, his patch identifying him, too.
    “Your tongue fucking cut out or something?” Mortician tamped out his cigarette. “Far as I remember, you didn’t fucking talk that night, either.”
    She had to say something. Normal people spoke. “I-I can talk,” she squeaked, nervous and nauseous.
    Mortician took another drag on his cigarette. “I’ll be fuck. The bitch talk, Val.”
    “What the fuck you want?” Val growled, folding his arms, his chest and biceps bulging with muscles, not acknowledging Mortician’s words.
    The other man leaned over her and whispered to the road captain. Kendall’s scalp crawled in apprehension.
    “You’re a fucking pussy, Digger,” Val barked around chuckles before returning his glare to Kendall and pointing to her . “You fucking answer me.”
    The words reached her, but the meaning caught up a few seconds later, the catatonic state Spoon kept her in hard to overcome. If she failed this time he’d promised her even more detriment. But, God, he’d stacked the deck against her. The woman she’d been…she wasn’t her anymore and wouldn’t ever be again.
    The three bikers waited for her answer and she shrunk back, expecting their violence. Slowly, the response she’d been coached to say slugged into her memory. “I heard the club needed an attorney and I’m here to interview for the position.”
    “Yeah?” Digger’s eyes widened. “No shit.”
    Val sidled a glance at her in surprise. “Where the fuck you heard that?”
    Erm… somewhere . She doubted that would be an acceptable answer, though.
    Not waiting for her reply, Mortician’s gaze touched all points on her body visible above the wooden bar. “You an attorney?” he asked with unsurprising skepticism. An attorney? Her? More like a moron. “You?” the handsome enforcer went on. “One of the whores from Outlaw’s party?”
    “Yes,” she confirmed with the quiet dignity she knew an attorney would possess. Because she’d once had it.
    “How the fuck you found out about this?” Val tapped his thick fingers on the bar top and frowned at her, his look frightening enough to make an angry bull cry.
    His scowl deepened when she didn’t answer. She’d forgotten what to do—if she’d ever been told. She braced herself to run, but she couldn’t because she was right between Val and Digger.
    “What the fuck your credentials?” Digger questioned, relaxing his lean body against the bar.
    Kendall managed to open her oversized leather bag and retrieve her “Letter of Recommendation”. She slid it