Resurrection (The Lone Riders MC Series Book 3) by Michelle Betham Read Free Book Online Page A

it could be that Coby Walker would have actually done us a favor. I mean, it would be one less person for me to worry about, wouldn’t it? One less person who knows the truth.’ He lowered his gaze, his concentration back on some papers laid out on the table. ‘Is Ben coming to me?’ Hector slowly raised his head, staring right into Michael’s eyes. ‘Or do we have to go get him ourselves? Because, to be honest, I hadn’t planned on striking out quite so soon.’
    ‘Oh no. No. You do not bring the Lone Riders into this, you hear me? This is between you and Ben; this is family shit, not some unnecessary turf war...’ Michael slowly shook his head, a horrifying realization beginning to take over. ‘Oh, Jesus. No. This isn’t happening. Hector, please, don’t even go there… Why? For Christ’s sake…’
    ‘My son saw fit to join them. Become one of them. It was bad enough him handling their legal affairs, but I let that slide because he was getting on with a life that didn’t encroach on ours, even if he was just a little too close. Closer than he should have been. But now – now he’s humiliated me, and this club. I can’t let that go. And the Lone Riders, they need to pay, for taking him in. For allowing him to become one of them. And what better punishment than to take away from them everything they’ve worked for? Taking over their patch, it’ll be a nice little sideline for us, it being so close and all. And should you survive any – repercussions, shall we say, then it would cut your workload down considerably, wouldn’t you agree? One less headache for you to worry about. You’ll no longer need to split your loyalties.’ Hector smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. ‘See? Every situation has a positive side. And now that I hear the Lone Riders have acquired all that land to the back of their compound – thanks to my son, I gather, in his former guise as a lawman…’ Hector broke off, a low chuckle escaping. ‘My son. The lawman.’ He looked up at Michael, his expression once more turning cold. ‘Is he coming to me , Sheriff?’
    ‘Don’t do this, Hector. Again, I am begging you, let’s all just try and…’
    ‘What do you want here, huh? Shall we all sit round in a semi-circle and talk about our problems? You know how this works, Michael. The fact you’re caught between the two clubs, that’s your own problem. It has nothing to do with me. That’s your own shit. But this - this is happening. You try and stop it, you get the cops involved, and everything you’ve ever known will come crashing down around you in a way you couldn’t even begin to imagine. Do you understand? Sheriff.’ Hector’s eyes grew darker, narrowing to thin slits as his stare deepened. ‘And don’t even think about giving the Lone Riders a heads-up. I’ll know, if you even try I’ll know.’ He backed off slightly, but his eyes remained fixed on the sheriff.   ‘Now, have you spoken to my son or not?’
    Michael felt a chill run up his spine and he quickly swallowed down a wave of nausea. What the fuck kind of shit had he gotten himself into here? ‘I’ve told him he needs to talk to you. What else do you want me to do? Drag him here myself?’
    ‘If that’s what it takes.’
    ‘Jesus!’ Michael’s laugh was humorless. ‘All this time, all those years he was away you let this go. Ever since he turned up back in Paradise you’ve let this go. And now you want to resurrect all that crap?’
    ‘He’s one of them now.’
    ‘And we both know that isn’t the real issue here. He knows too much, he has the ability to bring you down, and you know that…’
    ‘Sol won’t settle until he’s dealt with.’ Hector’s voice was slow and steady, his tone letting Michael know he wasn’t interested in anything he had to say.
    ‘Bullshit!’ But Michael wasn’t going to be beaten down that easily, even though the look Hector gave him sent another shiver up his spine. ‘This has got nothing to do