Vindication: A Motorcycle Club Romance by Sienna Valentine Read Free Book Online Page A

fountain. He folded it up and handed it
through the fence to Toby.
     
    “Take this in to Miss Dawson for me
real quick, while recess is still on. Can you do that?”
     
    Toby took the note in a tight hand
and smiled. He nodded. “Yeah!” Immediately he turned and ran on heavy feet for
the school, clutching Batman in his elbow.
     
    “Toby, wait!” Ghost hollered after
him.
     
    Toby came to a sliding halt and
turned. Ghost stretched his fingers through the fence again, only this time, a
twenty-dollar bill was stuck between them. Toby jogged back up to the fence and
took it from him with a curious gaze.
     
    “Don’t ever do a job without asking
what’s in it for you, first,” said Ghost. “Now, off you go!” He made a
whip-cracking sound and Toby was off again, both the note and the money crushed
tightly in his fist. Ghost watched him wheel around kids jumping rope and
playing with giant rubber balls before he disappeared inside the massive
building.
     
    With that done, Ghost took quick
steps back toward the front entrance of the Academy. He tried to sit casually
on the edge of the fountain so he would look cool when Bridget came out, but
the edge was way too tiny, and he decided he wouldn’t look very cool if he fell
the fuck in. Instead, he thrust his hands into the soft patch of wildflowers
around the fountain and pulled out a grip of tiny pink and orange blooms
attached to their stems—as well as their roots, and some clods of dirt.
     
    Ghost was eyeballing the ugly ends of
the bouquet when he heard the heavy front wooden doors open. He whirled quickly
with the flowers held up. Bridget stood by the closed doors, her arms folded,
an almost bewildered smirk on her face. She wore tight black pants and a
scoop-neck white shirt that made Ghost salivate. Her shiny blonde hair was
pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, revealing big, blue gems on her
earlobes. His favorite part had to be the black leather boots pulled up to her
knees, ready to climb on the back of his bike and ride away with him.
     
    That disapproving look on her face
drove Ghost insane. He smiled mischievously at her, and it only made her smirk
tighter. Already he could feel his dick getting hard at the thought of kissing
those angry, beautiful lips.
     
    “I should have you arrested,” she
said.
     
    Ghost held the flowers out further.
“I can think of a way to get me into handcuffs that’s way more fun.”
     
    Bridget scoffed and rolled her eyes,
but the smile on her face was genuine. She walked toward him, arms still
crossed, her boots clacking on the old cobblestone. Whatever resistance she
might have felt toward Ghost seemed like it was slowly, surely melting away. After
all, she could have ignored the note. But here she was, smirking at his jokes,
coming close enough that he could smell her lilac and jasmine body wash.
     
    She stood in front of him and raised
an eyebrow. “And you’re enlisting my hapless students on your quest to get to
that fun, huh?”
     
    “Hey, Toby came up to me,” he said.
“And he got paid for his work. I’m not a monster.”
     
    Her eyebrows rose. “That is
surprisingly decent of you,” she said.
     
    “ Surprisingly ? Ouch,” he said,
grasping his chest in mock pain. “I haven’t even had a chance to prove how indecent
I am yet. Can’t we have our honeymoon phase first, where the magic of my sexual
prowess makes you ignore all my flaws for a while?”
     
    Bridget flushed, and there was a
sparkle in her eye when she met his that sent a wave of lust rushing through Ghost’s
nerves. That she still wanted to resist him only made it worse. “I don’t think
it’s possible for you to be that good at sex.”
     
    Ghost stepped forward just a bit.
Bridget didn’t retreat; in fact, the look in her eyes was curious. Asking what
he was going to do about it. Ghost leaned over until his lips hovered right
above her ear, close enough that he could imaging he could almost hear the
quickened beat of