Snake Charmer (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online Page B

nothing more than to join him on that bed and kiss and touch him until he became hard.
     
    Common decency and the cold fire in his eyes as he looked at her stopped her.
     
    “I said, go away,” he growled.
     
    Eve was shocked at his anger, but she held her ground. “You can’t ignore me forever.”
     
    “Why the hell not?”
     
    She licked her lips nervously. Now that she had recovered from the initial wave of emotions and physical sensations at seeing him again, she could take in his appearance with a more objective eye. There were red circles around his eyes. He was pale, and his lips were dry and cracked.
     
    “You look like hell,” she said.
     
    He gave a rude snort. “What do you know about hell?”
     
    Eve frowned. “Would you mind telling me why you’re so angry at me?”
     
    “Just get the fuck out of my room, please.”
     
    Eve didn’t budge. She didn’t understand it. She didn’t understand him . Why was he so hostile? What happened to the Lind who looked at her like she mattered?
     
    “I said, leave,” he repeated.
     
    “I won’t leave,” Eve said. “I demand to know what’s going on with you.”
     
    Lind reached out for the bottle of Jack Daniel’s standing on his nightstand. Eve hadn’t noticed it before. It was half empty. He took a long swig, all while regarding her with the coldest stare she had ever received.
     
    “You don’t get to make demands, sweetheart,” he said.
     
    Eve sighed. “Lind,” she tried, more gently. “Please, talk to me—”
     
    “I SAID, GET OUT!”
     
    It was a full-on roar. Eve jumped. She stared at him in shock, horrified. Just what the hell was happening to the men in her life? Unbidden, the tears came back, and this time she was unable to stop them from rolling down her cheeks. She bit back a sob and turned on her heels, slamming Lind’s door shut behind her.
     
    Damn her if she was going to stick around, she thought furiously as she flew back to her room. She repacked as quickly as she had unpacked. Danger or no danger, she was not going to take anyone’s abuse ever again.
     
     

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    She didn’t go very far. The good thing about a motorcycle club’s headquarters was that it was filled with just that: motorcycles. The bad thing was that it was also filled with bikers who were far more efficient riders.
     
    It was Alec who caught up with her. He emerged from a side alley and cut her off. She almost lost control of the bike she had stolen, but managed not to crash. They stood still for a few moments, staring at each other—Alec fierce and confident on his ride, and Eve a little bit shakier.
     
    “That’s enough, sweetheart,” he said. “Get off the bike.”
     
    Reluctantly, she did. What other choice did she have? She threw a few darting looks around, looking for escapes. Perhaps she could outrun him.
     
    “Don’t even think about it,” he said, reading her intentions. “Now hop on.” He nodded to the back of his bike.
     
    Eve dug her heels into the asphalt as if that move alone could anchor her to her spot. “I’m not going back there,” she said. “I’m going home.”
     
    “Don’t be stupid,” Alec said. “Merchant will find you in a heartbeat.”
     
    “I don’t care,” Eve insisted, even if she actually did care.
     
    “Look,” Alec began after a moment. He was visibly choosing his words. Clearly, he was out of his element. “I realize things may be a bit tense—”
     
    Eve laughed bitterly. “Now there’s an understatement.”
     
    “ Nevertheless ,” Alec said through gritted teeth, “it beats some guy putting a bullet in your brain.”
     
    “You don’t get it, do you?” Eve said. “He doesn’t want me there. I don’t want me there, either. I’ll take care of myself.”
     
    Alec shook his head. “It’s your funeral.”
     
    As if on cue, there was a single explosion of sound. Eve watched incredulous as Alec toppled over, his bike crashing to the ground. She knew