Taming Crow (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club) by Paula Marinaro Read Free Book Online

in our best interest to have all the information we can before I call it. I’m thinking we are looking at about two, maybe three weeks out for the meet. You gonna stick around the clubhouse?”
    “Nah. But I won’t be far.” Crow flicked the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. “Gonna be in Havengate.”
    “What’s in fucking Havengate?” Jury snorted. “You wanna stay here and party down with your boys.”
    Crow shook his head. “I got business.”
    “Club business?” Jury’s eyes narrowed.
    “Nah.” Crow answered thinking, there it is...that paranoia shit again. “Got some personal business I’ve got to handle.”
    Jury folded his arms and cast Crow a suspicious glare.
    Yep. Paranoid fucker all right.
    “Remember that property I bought a few years back?”
    Jury shook his head. “Don’t recall.”
    “Brother, you should. You helped me with the roofing,” Crow replied.
    “Damn. Yeah. That’s right.” Jury grinned suddenly. “Would give my left nut to be able to do that shit again without feeling the world spin under me. Nice piece of land if I remember. Thought your woman had it now...what the fuck was her name?”
    “Jaci.”
    “Yeah. That’s right, Jaci.” Jury looked at him. “ Shit, I haven’t thought about her in years. She still around?”
    “No. Italy... or maybe France. Some fucking Riviera.” Crow looked out at the ocean.
    “Finally got quit of her, huh? I remember when you used to bring her around. Easy to look at. The old lady liked her.”
    “You fuckin’ with me?” Crow swung around to Jury because as far as he knew nobody liked Jaci. She had hated sharing Crow with the Hells Saints Brotherhood. And the fact that she made that clear every chance she got, had not exactly endeared her to the club.
    “No I ain’t fucking with you. Surprised the shit out of me too, ‘cause I always thought Jaci was a snooty pain in the ass. But you know that my woman grew up in the system too, right? First man I ever wanted to kill was that fuckhead foster father of hers. And from what I remember Alison telling me, your bitch didn’t have it any better. Not easy being a kid and growing up carrying all your shit around in a garbage bag. But I sure as hell don’t have to tell you that. From what I remember you were no more than skin an’ bones when Prosper took you in.”
    “And because of that I tried to give her all the shit she never had before. For fucking years I tried to give her that. The more I gave, the more she took,” Crow shot back at him.
    Then Crow looked Jury in the eye and said honestly, “I gotta to tell you, man, seeing that house in the neglectful state she left it in? That just about killed me.”
    Crow’s body tensed as he thought about the sadly neglected property. A part of him had known that it hadn’t meant jack to his ex. But he had wanted to give it one last shot. Give her one last shot at a chance of having something good for herself.
    Because Jury was right.
    Crow knew better than anyone else just how Jaci felt coming from where she did. It had cut Crow up pretty bad inside when he had finally realized that whatever was broken inside her could not be fixed.
    Not by him anyway.
    He had made the mistake of turning his back on all his hard work on the house once and he knew that he would be a real fuck up to do it again. The offer to relax and party down with the club for the next couple of weeks was tempting, but Prosper had been right, it was time that Crow manned up and took care of his own.
    Crow turned to Jury.
    “So you want to put on a party hat and keep strollin’ down memory lane or you gonna buy a brother a goddamn drink?”
    Jury clapped Crow on the back with a laugh and let the way into the clubhouse.
    ***
    Crow stayed on at the clubhouse for a couple of days and found out that he still liked the feel of the Fallsview chapter. It was smaller than the one back home, which suited him just fine. Less bullshit. He liked the coastal highway the