Resurrection (Wesson Rebel MC Series Book 3) by Shyla Colt Read Free Book Online Page B

I’ve been living.
    I push away from the wall and stand up straight. “I think I’m ready to go back to the hotel now,” I sign. The look of pity in Prophet’s eyes pisses me off. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want or need your pity.”
    “You need to calm down, little girl. I sympathize with you because I like Houdini and that’s a tough spot. Knowing someone you care about is hurting. I get you’re the alpha dog when we deal with your family, but that’s the only place. Don’t let that go to your head.”
    “Are you threatening me?” My nostrils flare as I breathe heavily.
    “No, I’m reminding you.”
    “Of what?” I ask.
    “Reality.”
    “Trust me, I’m up to my Goddamn eyeballs in that. I’m sorry it emasculates you, taking orders from a woman.”
    “No, just taking them from a bitch who doesn’t know what she’s doing, so she barks because her bite is next to nothing.”
    “You’ve seen my family and you still think that?” I ask.
    “Correct me if I’m mistaken. But weren’t you the one who hid away for ten years, praying they wouldn’t find you? Doesn’t sound like someone I need to be afraid of.” His tone mocks me.
    His words score a direct hit. I’m moving before I can get full control of myself. The slap is an involuntary action. My hand stings.
    His eyes go wide. Anger floods the blue, turning them obsidian. He grips my wrist and pulls me to him. His breath is hot against my skin.
    I tense, waiting for him to respond.
    His jaw ticks. “If you ever hit me again, I won’t be so nice.” He tightens his hold on my hand, and I cry out. “See… I know how damn devious and destructive women can be. So, I don’t follow that weaker sex theory. This is the one warning you’ll get from me.” He shoves me away and heads for the stairs.
    I follow behind him, more lost than ever.
    Who is this new Vita? The one who just slapped his face without a thought. I haven’t been back twenty-four hours, and I’m already caught up in everything Lorello. Is this who I’m destined to be?
    All that running and hiding, only to end up right back where we started.
     

     
    Prophet
     
    It took everything in me not to shake the woman until her brain rattled in her cranium. I refuse to play lackey to a female again. The ride back to the hotel is silent. Once we’re in our room, I tell her I’m going to check in with Dallas and escape out onto the balcony. She presses all my buttons. It unnerves me. That temperament she brings out…isn’t the one I’ve adopted in my new lifestyle.
    “You took your time contacting me.” Dallas’s voice is gravely and tense.
    “It’s been a lot of power position plays happening. Them being back upsets everything. Apparently, dear old Uncle Lorenzo is a psycho who’s made a shit ton of enemies. They’re eager to topple him off the throne.”
    “That works in our favor at least. You hear anything about Houdini? So far, we’ve come up with nothing. It’s like the man disappeared. Yeah, I know, pun not intended.”
    “Kidnappers called, trying to make a trade. Vita for Houdini.”
    Dallas scoffs. “Right, ’cause they wouldn’t just waste them both.”
    “Exactly. We told them to come up with better terms and get back to us. Whatever they’re doing to Houdini though, it’s bad. I’m not sure what’ll be left to rescue if we don’t up this timetable.”
    “They’re smart. They disabled his tracking. Last thing we could trace was some tiny town in Texas he must’ve been passing through. I hate waiting games.”
    “Yeah, we’ll you aren’t stuck with his sister,” I grumble.
    “She that bad? She seemed the shy type.”
    “I thought that too until she stepped into those thousand dollar heels and turned into a ball busting harpy.”
    “I imagine in their line of business she has to be.”
    “Probably. But I’d appreciate if she kept that directed toward them and not me.”
    “She’s rattling your cage, isn’t she? I’m shocked.