Oliver (Inked Menace MC 2) by Ryanne Hawk Read Free Book Online

environment she lived with back home.
    “So he gave you a lift on his back?” Maura said with a brow raised, biting into her tuna sandwich.
    “Yep.”
    She mumbled around her food. “Interesting.”
    “Not really, I think he was just fucking with me.”
    Maura picked up her water and took a long swig before she shook her head and said, “I don’t know. He’s never mooned over a woman before, and I’ve known him a long time. He’s usually a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type.”
    “Awesome,” Amara said and dropped her piece of fried chicken back onto the plate.
    “Not like that. I meant he keeps everything clean but fun. No strings. Every girl knows the score.”
    “Fucking club whores.”
    “You said it, not me.” Maura grinned, showing her perfect white teeth. “You ready to talk now?”
    Amara shifted her glance to the long bank of windows. “About what?”
    “The real reason you’re here.”
    Amara whipped her face to meet the gaze of her sister and swallowed. “What are you talking about?”
    “I’ve known you a long time, we’ve been through some shit together, you and I have, but I also know when you’re keeping something from me, and baby girl, right now, you are lying by omission and you know I can’t stand that.”
    Years of practicing blank looks and confusion made it simple for Amara to school her face into an unreadable mask. “Don’t know what you're referring to, sister.”
    Her sister drummed her fingers on the granite table and Amara waited.
    She didn’t have to wait long as Maura said through clenched teeth, “What does Luther want you to do while you’re here?”
    Amara tightened her hands into fists under the table in order to keep her temper in check. “Who’s asking? My sister, or the Inked Menace matriarch?”
    Maura stilled and Amara met her intense glare, matching it with one of her own.
    Neither of them noticed Brick standing in the open doorway to the kitchens, watching and listening, until he said,  “I suggest you take this conversation elsewhere, ladies.”
    Amara choked and snapped her gaze toward the now empty door. “Do you know who that was?”
    Maura’s face turned thoughtful. “Indeed. It was the fire breather. He usually skulks around this place, though he generally keeps to himself.”
    “What’s his deal? Can he be trusted?”
    “Are your secrets so damaging we can’t share them with the club?” Maura raised both eyebrows, eyes widening, and her mouth opened a fraction.
    “Is anyone else eavesdropping?”
    Her sister stood, and on silent feet walked the perimeter, checking the doors and the kitchen, before she padded back and resumed sitting. “We’re clear.”
    Amara inhaled, and with a vice clamped around her heart, said, “I was sent here to seduce a member and gather information about Lucky’s mate.”
    Maura’s face remained neutral. It was part of the reason she was such a good alpha. “To what end?”
    Amara shrugged. “I’m not sure. I was just supposed to send the info direct to Luth.”
    “So why the indecision?”
    “What makes you think I’m undecided?”
    “That little pity party last night, amongst other things.”
    That was a little too close to home for Amara, so she said nothing. Her sister picked up her food and continued eating, seeming not to care about the awkward silence filling the large room, making it feel much smaller and confining.
    After a couple of minutes, Amara flung her hands up and whispered, “He complicates matters. That’s why.”
    Maura wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “What are you going to do about it?” Gone was the best friend, the one she told her dreams and fears to, replaced by the club’s alpha.
    “I don’t know.”
    “You could just ask us the information you seek. We’ll probably just tell you.”
    Luther was a right bastard, and she was almost positive he’d use the information for something nefarious, and from what she’d heard, Cecelia had already suffered enough.