Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) by Ella Stone Read Free Book Online Page A

daddy.”
     
    Sighing, I realise I’ve been crying again. This time, I’ve been crying in my sleep. Jesus Christ, when is this going to stop? I get out of bed and creep down the hallway to the room with my old things inside. Quietly, I move to where the photo frames are, and take the frame that shows my dream, and the loose photo of me laughing with Prez.
    Hugging them to my chest, I take them back to my room , slide them under my pillow and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
    ***
    “Seriously? We do laundry?” I ask, as I follow Cora from room to room, collecting bedding during my second week in my parent’s world. They’re so busy all the time that I barely get the chance to see them until we go home at night, but I’m slowly getting used to them being in my life. I still feel sad all the time though, I think being a part of this club, and seeing how much everyone cares about each other really stabs at my heart and reminds me of everything I’ve missed.
    After my run in with Cole, I’ve been doing my best to keep busy and stay out of his way. And it seems that staying out of the bar and helping Cora instead, is definitely the way to do it. I’ve barely seen him at all. “Kind of seems like the strippers and the whores are getting the better deal around here,” I muse, balling up a pillowcase and shooting it in the big laundry trolley.
    Just because I’m trying to keep away from Cole, doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about him… or hearing him. There have been more than a few times when I’ve walked past a rec room and spotted him banging one of the girls, or overheard him in his room, making some poor girl scream. It must be that tongue piercing. Clench.
    “Hun, there’s nothing nice about being fucked and cast aside on a daily basis.”
    “True,” I say, speaking from personal experience as I help her strip another bed. “I guess I’m just used to being on the other side. It’s kind of normal to me.” I mumble the last part. I’m not really sure how much I want to explain. But I’ve got all these feelings and shit going on since I got here, and I kind of need to talk.
    “Bein' used by men?” she asks kindly.
    “Yeah.” I don’t tell her this part, but I’m so used to having sex as a major part in my life, that I’m kind of feeling weird without it, and there’s only so much a girl's hand can do. I’m even starting to look at vegetables longingly in the kitchen.
    “Well, you’re Prez and Carla’s daughter. You don’t have to do that anymore. You’re like an honorary old lady.”
    “What does that even mean?”
    “It just means that you're one of us. We’ll look after you.”
    “So are you an old lady?”
    “I was. I’m a widow now.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. He went out doing what he loves most - drinking and riding. He had a great life before that giant tree got in his way.”
    Something about her story makes me realise. “Are you Cole’s mum?”
    “As close as it gets,” she smiles, a proud twinkle in her eye. “He’s a good man. Just like his dad was before him."
    I smile to myself. I don’t think I’ve ever met what could be classed as a ‘good man’. I have no idea if Cole would be classed as one of them. But he’s something else – I’ll give him that.
    “What happened to his real mum?” I blurt out, noting how she winces a little at my choice of words. I curse myself inwardly. I should have thought that one out better.
    “She’s gone.”
    “Gone as in dead? Or gone as in she took off?”
    “That’s not my stor y to tell.”
    We get back to work, and the entire time; I'm thinking about Cole. Of course I am. The man, finger fucked me like a pro, and we’ve been avoiding each other ever since (well, I’ve been avoiding him, anyway).
    Once we get all the sheets into the washing machines, I excuse myself to go outside to have a smoke. There’s a cluster of plastic lawn chairs, sitting around an old burnt-out tin drum. It looks like and smells