Unattainable by Madeline Sheehan Read Free Book Online

Bucket drawled. “Wouldn’t have to feed ’em for a
whole fuckin’ month after that.”
    Dirty rolled his eyes. Bucket was full
of shit; the club didn’t have any dogs.
    The mayor lifted a shaking hand to wipe
the sweat that had beaded across his brow.
    “ Y-yes,” he mumbled. “Of
course, everything will go as planned and everyone will be on
board. You can count on my son and his men.”
    Dirty’s upper lip curled. Daniel
Mooresville was the Miles City chief of police who hadn’t just
grown up the son of a wealthy and corrupt pair of assholes, but he
loved to harass the Horsemen, already knowing full well the dirty
business they were all swimming in, knowing he was just as
involved, hell, half the town was involved. Yet the fucker still
loved to test the boundaries with everything from parking citations
and speeding tickets to building code violations at the clubhouse,
just to see how much Deuce would tolerate before blowing a
gasket.
    He was a first-class motherfucker who
thought his badge could protect him, his badge and his wealthy,
influential parents.
    And Deuce let him think so despite it
not being true. The Horsemen were dangerous enough on their own,
but ever since Deuce had brought Eva back to Montana with him all
those years back, the Horsemen had been working side by side with
the Silver Demons, and the Demons weren’t just nationwide, they
were worldwide. Preacher had more power and connections than the
goddamn president of the United States.
    One by one the Horsemen headed past the
royal couple and out into the hall. As Dirty passed Pamela, his gut
seized and he skirted as far around her as he could get without
walking into a wall. He didn’t breathe again until they’d finally
stepped outside where Jase and Ivy were sitting on the front steps,
Ivy playing a game on her cell phone and Jase staring off into the
distance. Brother never spoke anymore. Not since Dorothy had woken
up from getting shot and didn’t remember him, didn’t want anything
to do with him. All he did was eat, sleep, and booze it up. Heavy
on the booze.
    A hand came down hard on his shoulder
and he jumped, but caught himself before he took off running.
Looking over, he found Deuce standing beside him, looking straight
ahead. Dirty let out a relieved sigh.
    “ Brother,” Deuce said
quietly, so not to alert anyone else to his words. “You need to be
ridin’ pavement? Just say the word.”
    No. He was fine. He just…he couldn’t…he
needed…
    “ Yeah. I do.”
    With another slap to his shoulder,
Deuce headed down the steps, scooping Ivy up as he went. Together,
all six of them straddled their bikes and headed off the mayor’s
long stretch of property. But when his brothers turned right,
headed back toward the clubhouse, he went left, toward the
mountains.
    His brothers were used to him
disappearing; he was often alone, liked it that way. He couldn’t be
cooped up, couldn’t sit still for very long, couldn’t spend too
much time with himself or his memories.
    Deuce knew. Deuce was the only one who
knew anything about his past, and not even Deuce knew the half of
it. And what he did know, he only knew because he’d seen it
firsthand, had for some reason decided to turn down the dimly lit
Manhattan alleyway where Dirty had been bent over a pile of stacked
shipping crates, forcefully taking it in the ass.
    He’d been fifteen years old. A foster
home runaway who lived off the streets stealing what he could,
selling it to whoever would buy it. It wasn’t an easy life, but
even being homeless had been better than the life he’d run
from.
    Until one day he wasn’t strong enough
to fight a guy off him.
    That’s how Deuce found him. Badly
beaten, bent over a stack of shipping crates, his pants around his
ankles, crying out in pain, begging to be released while some dirty
motherfucker ass-raped him.
    It was the first time he’d seen a man
die at the hands of another. He’d lived on the city streets long
enough to have seen