The Road Back (The Unknowns Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Ruby Reid Read Free Book Online

the interstate, please. Headed north.”
     
    She nodded and put the car into gear. She made it no more than half a mile before the words that she had been repeating to herself earlier came out of her mouth. She had no idea why she decided to voice them, but it seemed important. Maybe it was nothing more than the fact that she wanted this maniac to understand just how much of a monster he was.
     
    “Did you know that you killed my husband?” She asked. The question filled the car with the impact of a bomb.
     
    He looked at her quizzically and shrugged. “I doubt that, but at the same time…well, I’ve killed a lot of men. But that would certainly be coincidental, now wouldn’t it?”
     
    “At a bank building in Tulsa,” she said.
     
    He looked at her as if she had told an exceptionally good joke. But then the amusement on his face became one of some sort of delighted awe that made her hate him even more.
     
    “Are you being serious with me right now?” He asked.
     
    “Yes,” she said. And then the tears came flooding out and she was helpless to stop them.
     
    “I assure you,” Marco said coldly, “that there was nothing personal about it. I remember that job well. Your husband was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone there and—”
     
    “Shut up,” she screamed at him, not caring in that moment what he did to her.
     
    He looked surprised at her outburst and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey… you brought it up.”
     
    She sat upright in the seat and did her best to get herself back under control. She gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead, making the decision that she was done being weak and helpless in front of him.
     
    “There’s your exit,” he said, pointing up ahead to where the street veered off to a ramp onto the interstate.
     
    Amanda said nothing. She gave her turn signal and turned onto the exit. Night was falling around them, and she did her best to remain focused and strong. Whether she liked it or not, the fact that she felt sure that Alex would come for her was the core of that strength.
     
    To say that she was in love with him was a massive overstatement. Then again, it was more than plain lust. It had been lust when they had first had sex on her kitchen floor and for a day or so afterwards when she had been unable to get the scene out of her head. She couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment when she had developed actual feelings for him, but she knew they were there. She’d known that much when she had asked him to leave her house. If she didn’t care for him, doing that wouldn’t have hurt so much. Just thinking about how that entire scene had played out made her heart ache.
     
    But for right now, she had more important things to worry about. Namely the maniac in the passenger seat.
     
    She was trying to gauge the sort of man Marco was. He was clearly violent and most likely a sociopath. But what she couldn’t tell for sure is if he was just downright crazy or if he was so smart and cunning that he seemed crazy. He seemed to have his shit together, and even in the midst of a kidnapping, the man came off as being calm and confident. She wondered just how often he did things like this and then decided that it was best if she didn’t know.
     
    What truly made her uncomfortable was that she kept thinking about Stephen. Memories of Stephen flooded her head while she was in his killer’s presence, and it made her feel slightly nauseous.
     
    Still, she recalled the morning Stephen had left for work and headed to Tulsa for what was supposed to be just a routine job. She’d then gotten the call the following day that the project was a bit more complex that his client had thought. He was going to have to stay for three more days. She’s laughed at him then, teasing him about how he was being locked away in a bank with all of the other valuables. They’d both laughed and then ended the call.
     
    She never spoke