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

with Sol. He’s been fine, somehow he found a way to move on. This is to do with you , Hector. Because you know that every minute Ben is still here is a minute closer to the real truth being exposed, because, unlike me, he isn’t willing to keep his mouth shut. He isn’t a fucking coward. So don’t even pretend you’re doing this for Sol.’
    ‘He needs his revenge.’ Hector’s voice was calm and controlled, a stone-cold edge to it that turned Michael’s heart to ice.
    ‘This isn’t about revenge, Hector. Ben did nothing, except take the rap for something you did so if anyone’s looking for revenge, it should be him.’ Michael shook his head, backing further away from Hector. ‘Maybe you should be the one watching your back, huh?’
      ‘Benjamin should never have come back to this town.’ Hector’s tone had turned threatening, and even colder than before; so very, very cold. ‘ You should have been more persuasive, Michael. You should have made sure he stayed away.’
    ‘You don’t think I tried?’
    ‘Not hard enough.’ Hector’s eyes once more met Michael’s, the look he gave the Sheriff enough to send a fresh wave of pure fear washing over him, the sense of foreboding overwhelming. ‘So, if we’re going to apportion blame here, maybe we should be looking to pin some of that on you.’
    Michael held Hector’s gaze, unwilling to let the Dark Angels’ president intimidate him any more. That would be a mistake he may never recover from. ‘Just think about it, Hector. Please. Think about what you’re doing; think about the consequences because nobody - nobody needs what you’re about to do; this town, it really doesn’t need that.’
    But even as he spoke the words, Michael knew it was a plea that was falling on deaf ears. And there wasn’t a thing he could do to change that.
     
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    Ben ran the clippers slowly over his head, watching in the mirror as strands of dark hair fell down onto his naked shoulders. It was a subtle transformation, but losing that small amount of hair and going back to the much shorter buzz-cut he’d had all those years ago, it was the only way he could leave Ben Salter, lawyer, behind. Because that’s what he had to do now. He had to forget who he was, and remember who he’d used to be. It was the only way he could do this.
    He continued to stare at his reflection. Despite the change being subtle, it was still a touch startling, because he hadn’t worn his hair like this for so long.
    ‘What’re you doing?’
    He heard her voice, but he didn’t turn around, just continued to stare into the mirror, his eyes expressionless as he willed that person he needed to be now back from the shadows.
    ‘Your hair…’ Mia whispered, coming up behind him, gently brushing the loose strands that were still lying on his shoulders onto the floor, letting her fingers run down over his arms, skimming the scars that were always going to be a reminder of what had happened at the compound just a few weeks ago, when he’d dragged Coby Walker from a burning clubhouse.
    Still Ben didn’t speak. He had nothing to say, this was just what he had to do. His own way of dealing with whatever lay ahead.
    He closed his eyes as he felt her touch his back, her fingertips lightly tracing the ink that covered most of it, slowly and carefully following the outline of the Dark Angels MC tattoo. A badge of honor. One that was usually ripped from the skin of anyone who betrayed the club. But Ben knew why his was still intact; why he’d been allowed to keep it. ‘This is to do with your dad, isn’t it?’
    Ben reached behind him, pulling her hand away from his back. And still he remained silent.
    ‘You’re scaring me now, Ben.’
    He swung around, his eyes wide and cold. That edge he needed was slowly returning, and he suddenly felt filled with a power he hadn’t experienced in so long. Too long. And the feeling was almost addictive. ‘I’ve told you, there’s nothing to be scared