Still Waters (Motorcycle Club Romance, New Adult Romance): Devil's Riders (Hot Blooded Heroes) by Joanna Blake Read Free Book Online

They called him Whiskey Beard.
                  She felt Jack thrust her away from him toward Mike.
                  "Drive her home. Make sure she gets inside and make sure she stays inside."
                  Mike nodded and walked over to his car. He'd been behind the bar all night working so she wasn't afraid to get into the car with him. But she wanted to stay here. With Jack.
                  "Wait- Jack- what's wrong? Did I do something?"              He stared at her so coldly that she dropped her hand from where it had grasped his jacket. But she didn't give up. She couldn't.
                  "When can I see you again?"
                  "No repeat customers."
                  She felt her stomach drop as she watched him grab a scantily dressed girl standing nearby and kiss her deeply. She turned away and followed Mike meekly to his car, feeling sick.
                  Once again, she'd ruined everything.
                  She just didn't know how.
     

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                  Jack thrust the blond girl away from him as soon as he was inside the club. He stalked up to the bar and held out his hand. Without a word Donnie handed him the rest of the bottle of tequila. He pulled on it deeply, filled with self loathing.
                  He'd almost taken her in a God Damn alleyway! Next to the trash. He'd treated her like trash.
                  He closed his eyes, seeing her tear filled eyes as he'd thrust her toward Mike. Why should she care if a piece of garbage like him didn't want her? But she had cared. She'd cared enough to make her cry.
                  Damn it.
                  He had work to do in the morning, a lucrative custom job, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything in that moment.
                  "Hey, I heard you hit that sweet piece of tail in the back! Way to go Viking!"
                  He spun and saw Frankie K. The red haired son of a bitch was waiting for him to high five him.
                  Jack's mind went blank. He saw everything that happened next through a haze of red. It was like he wasn't even there. In the back of his mind, he wished he wasn't.
                  Him grabbing Frankie's hand. Him crushing his hand in his fist. Him pummeling the guy into the ground until someone pulled him off of him.
                  Not someone. A bunch of guys. He'd find out later it'd been five guys who pulled him back.
                  Frankie was screaming as he held his broken hand on the ground. Donnie pulled Jack away.
                  "You better jam man."
                  Jack almost laughed. As if that piece of shit crying on the floor mattered.
                  As if anything mattered anymore.
                  He picked up his fallen tequila bottle and stalked out of the bar to the back stairs and up onto the roof.
     
     
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                  Janet crawled back into her window, the frame biting painfully into her stomach. She didn't care though. She didn't care about anything.
                  As soon as her feet hit the ground the light flicked on. Her mother sat on her bed while her father stood by the doorway. They'd been waiting for her.
                  She wasn't even surprised. Nothing could surprise her at this point. Jack had kissed another girl in front of her. As if she meant nothing to him. As if she were replaceable.
                  She stared numbly at her parents as they started to yell at her. She was a disappointment. That didn't surprise her. She was punished. Not surprising either. She was going to be locked in her bedroom until further notice.              That last one she managed to respond to, rolling her