Reverence: MC Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 3) by Davida Lynn Read Free Book Online

pull myself from Romero and watch them as they passed. The roar was terrifying because I still felt like I was behind enemy lines. Romero’s hand was at my cheek, and he pulled me back to his gaze. It was strong, and one I’d never forget.

    “I will be back for you. You hear me, Julie? I’ll be back for you, and we’ll pick up right where we left off.” His large hand was at my ass. He pulled me closer. “If I remember right, we were right about there.” He squeezed, and I couldn't help but smile. He was a man with only one thing on his mind. To be fair, it had been the only thing on my mind for a while, too.  

    I gave him my strongest, most confident smile. “You better. You just better.” I gave him one last quick kiss that absolutely gutted me. “Get going.”

    Before I could say another word, he fired up the chopper and took off to catch up with the rest of the Rising Sons heading north. I watched him fade into the distance.

    My vision blurred through the tears, but I still spun around when I heard another deep engine behind me. I couldn’t make out the rider, but long hair whipped wildly behind. A few seconds later, I made out the figure of a woman. Pulling off the road and into the dirt, she stopped just a few feet from me. I only watched, unable to move.  

    I thought I was “in” with the biker culture. I thought I was harder than the valley girls that I shared class with at UC. I thought I was tough, but the woman that sat before me on the Harley made me feel like a sweet-sixteen princess.

    Maybe only a few years older than me, the woman looked hard as nails. She pulled her shades down, giving me a look from top to bottom that made a shiver run down my spine. “Julie?” Her voice was dark and husky. She cleared her throat. “Sorry. You Julie?” Just like that, she didn’t sound like such a man. Her voice had a feminine touch, and her eyes seemed to soften.

    I nodded, still feeling so much intimidation.

    “I’m Raven, and I’m your ride. It’s two hours to Bakersfield, so let’s go.”

    I finally found my voice. “Um, I really hate to ask, but I didn’t really get much warning before we got on the road, and I...could really use a bathroom break.” I felt ridiculous asking, especially since I had just met her.

    She laughed, sliding her glasses into an inside pocket of her cut. “Actually, I could use something to drink. Let’s kill two birds with one stone.”

    After a few seconds on her phone, she said, “Alright, let’s go.” I slung my leg over her bike. She brought the beast to life, and we took off. For two hours I’d held onto Romero with every bit of strength I had. It was a bit awkward hanging onto Raven, but I managed. It would only be for a few minutes, anyway.

    Relieved after my bathroom break, I slid into a booth across from her. She stared out the window, the glass of tea dripping with condensation on the table in front of her. I don't think she even noticed that I was there.

    The waitress surprised me when she stepped over, saying “Anything for you, Hon?”

    “Oh? Maybe just a cup of coffee for me, thanks.” She gave me a sour look, then turned away.  

    Raven turned from the window. I wanted to ask which of the bikers she was with, but after the response that I had gotten from Donna, I didn’t want to push it.  

    “Jesus, I can’t take this.”

    “Huh?” She raised an eyebrow.

    “For all I know, I just kissed him goodbye for the very last time. You know why they’re fighting in the first place?” I tried to keep my voice down, but it turned into a choked whisper.

    Raven nodded. “Yeah, I know why they’re fighting. Love .” She rolled her eyes, and I couldn’t help but see a smile at the corner of her lips.

    “Love and hate.”

    The smile on Raven’s lips vanished. “Oh, really? Now you’ve got my attention. Go on.”

    I told Raven about my father and the Devil’s Branch, my high school boyfriend and Romero, and the weapons deal