Unholy: The Unholys MC by Ellen Harper Read Free Book Online Page B

Johnny are finally going to tie the knot? Is it?”
     
    I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, slipping back against the pillows. “Mom, you’re ridiculous. You’re like a gossiping high schooler or something, you know it?”
     
    “Stop it. You’ve been dating Johnny since you were sixteen. That man is crazy about you. He’s dying to marry you.”
     
    I couldn’t stop my barking laughter, though I wanted to. I didn’t like how bitter it sounded. “Please, that’ll be the day. Can you even imagine me and him in a wedding? We’re not the settling type.”
     
    Or at least Johnny wasn’t the settling type…was he? Was I? I wasn’t really sure anymore, but I knew one thing: Johnny Rykers wasn’t going to ask me to marry him.
     
    I got up from the bed, pecking my mother on the cheek, and then heading over to the door. “I’ll make us some dinner, okay?”
     
    I didn’t wait for her answer, though I heard her call something unintelligible out after me. I reach the kitchen and went directly for the large pot and filled it with water to put on to boil, because spaghetti is about all I was ready to do right now. I didn’t have the energy for anything else.
     
    Tonight I knew the truth even if I wasn’t brave enough to admit it to anyone else: I needed to get out. This life wasn’t for me and now it never would be. But the other half of that was Johnny. I couldn’t leave without him, and if I couldn’t do that, I’d never get out.
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Johnny
     
     
     
    The night air was warm. Sure the drive down had been chilly thanks to riding down the mountain on our bikes, but the night itself was nice. It was one of those nights that was clear and crisp, without being cold. Like a freshly washed blanket, straight from the dryer. It was the best kind of night and I knew that there were a lot of things I’d rather be doing than standing in the industrial district gearing up for a meeting with the leader of my enemies. All of them had to do with Charlotte and none of them had anything to do with Stitches, the aforementioned leader.
     
    “You good?” I asked Specter, mostly to break the stillness of the air, because now that we’d come to a stop and were standing on the pavement looking towards the abandoned warehouse, things were too quiet and too still. It made me nervous.
     
    Specter nodded once, reaching around to pull the piece he’d tucked into the waistband of his jeans. It was identical to mine, even kept in the same place, and I knew Specter had a hell of a lot more experience with it.
     
    I’d shot rounds with mine and was a decent shot, but I’d only had occasion to use it a few times in the last couple of years, and maybe twenty since I’d joined the Unholys. It was sort of a record in reverse and the guys liked to joke about it, but I took pride in knowing that I didn’t have to resort to violence at the drop of a hat to get things done.
     
    Well, that kind of violence anyway.
     
    “We’re early,” I told him, glancing at my wristwatch. I took an extra moment to check my phone, but I shouldn’t have bothered. I knew even before I saw the screen that there wouldn’t be anything. No messages, no calls.
     
    I needed to stop thinking about Charlotte and focus instead on checking my phone every five seconds to see if she’d called. She’ll come around , I told myself, but lately I believed it less and less. I had this uncanny feeling that one of these days she wouldn’t come around and I’d find myself alone.
     
    The worst kind of alone, too. The broken hearted kind.
     
    “Think we oughtta take a look around?” Specter asked, already trying to glance around the corners of the buildings and through the grimy, dirt stained windows. Several of them were broken, but even those were impossible to see through. It was too dark inside and even if it wasn’t, I knew for a fact that Specter wasn’t tall enough to look through them. Not unless he had some superhero jumping