Naming His Price (Poison Sons MC) by Brook Winters Read Free Book Online Page B

presented a picture both sophisticated and alluring. It was a combination she was hoping would help her win over the son of Jonah Hicks.
     
    With a winning smile that revealed rows of even, white teeth, she left the bathroom and returned to her desk to gather her things.
     
    It only took about ten minutes for her to finish up a few last minute e-mails, switch her computer off, and grab her bag.
     
    “Are you sure you want to do this?”
     
    Her head popped over the barrier of the cubicle to find Nick before her once again. This time, the man's face was a mixture of both resignation and worry. Hopefully, he wouldn't try to physically stop her. Nick was a nice guy, but he could be a bit overbearing at times. Danielle had heard through the grapevine that he'd once been planning to ask her out, but had never worked up the nerve when he realized how much of herself she put into her work. It was true, she had to admit, that she'd turned down several of the other guys in the office.
     
    “Absolutely. You've lost this one, Nick.” Turning off the lamp atop her file cabinet, she stepped from the small space, grabbing her coat. “There's nothing you can say to me that Barbara hasn't already tried.”
     
    Sighing, her companion merely shook his head. “Well, just be careful. I don't want to hear about you on tomorrow morning's news.”
     
    Danielle shot him a reassuring smile before waving good-bye.
     
    In the minutes that it took her to leave the building, she pursed her lips slightly in consideration. If she was going to be on the news tomorrow, it would be as the first person to have made a personal real estate sale to the Poison Sons. If she caught a hint of anything funny brewing, she'd leave.
     
    She could only hope that she was in a good position to do so should the time come.
     
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    “I'm going out of my fucking mind.”
     
    As he leaned over the pool table, lining up his shot, Rusty spoke plainly to his opponent. He flattened his torso against the rat-nibbled green velvet and closed one eye, only to straighten again before he truly aimed. Instead, he grabbed his beer glass from a nearby table and chugged a quarter of its icy cold contents. Once he'd wiped the foam from his upper lip, he turned back to face Silas, who was looking at him in a mixture of frustration and amusement.
     
    “What you mean?” The Cajun's voice was deeply accented, but Rusty had never had any trouble understanding him; nor had his late father. Until the day Jonah Hick's lungs had given out from tobacco use, he'd loved to crack jokes at the bayou-dwelling hitman's expense.
     
    “I mean I've never been boreder'n my goddamn life.” The shot he finally took sailed past the target by a hairsbreadth on the left side, and he scowled.
     
    Grinning to show a mouthful of gold-capped teeth, Silas neatly sank two striped balls into opposite pockets before replying. “What made ju tink twas gonna be blazeen guns an' bar fights?”
     
    “That's what it was before the transition.” Rusty replied succinctly, taking another sip of his beer. “I think I liked it better when I was ridin,’ wheelin' and dealin.’ Sitting in this shit heap all day is driving me nuts.”
     
    As he commented on the décor, Randolph Hicks's gaze swept over the ancient bar for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Christ, the place was a fuckin' dump.
     
    The brick walls were so old they were blackened in some places and crumbling in others. Wood fixtures throughout the bar were rotting halfway through, completely ravaged by termites. The tables and chairs were all decidedly weather-beaten from years of being washed and dried in the sun; as a result, formerly gleaming, lacquered wood had been dulled to a bland gray. The bar itself had held up alright, its bricks still mostly in place, and the shelves that held numerous bottles of spirits were steady.
     
    Other than that single merit, however, the place was pretty much a code violation waiting to