X Marks the Spot (Executioners MC Book 1) by Kimmie Easley Read Free Book Online Page A

fucking head down .
    Jesse’s orders rang in my ears. My brothers were in the clear, so far. Jolene should be out of town by now. And the icing on the cake? That cocksucker, Numar, was dead. A small snicker escaped. I would throw a fucking party if I could. It was the only positive thing that I had going for me. The only way it could have been any better was if I had pulled the fucking trigger myself.
    After what felt like hours of lying on the foam mattress staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out my next plan of action, I heard the key click in the lock.
    “Steele, you got a visitor.”
    I went through the routine of being cuffed, escorted back down the long hall, and lead to an interrogation room.
    “You get twenty minutes with your attorney, not a second more.”
    I was relieved to hear that Sanders was actually on the ball for a change. Maybe I had a shot of beating this bogus bullshit.
    The officer opened the door and peered inside. “I’ll be by the window here. Just motion if you need me.” He then glanced back at me. “Cuffs stay on. No funny business.”
    I waited as he pushed the door open wider. When I spotted Jolene leaning against the far wall, adrenaline pulsed through my veins, sucking the air out of the room. She was the last person that I expected to see. And as always, seeing her only fucked with my head, leaving me confused and off centered.
    I waited for the door to close.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    She blinked and her large doe eyes were like a knife right to my chest. There was a time when I would have bet money that those same eyes would have been the death of me. They damn near were. Hell, they might still be and I would undoubtedly, love every second of it.
    “I’m here as your counsel.”
    I took a step forward until a loud rattle on the other side of the one way glass stopped me in my tracks. “My lawyer? You’ve got to be shitting me. Where the hell’s Sanders?”
    Jolene scoffed. “Yeah, I checked into his record while I was waiting for you to finish up booking. That guy’s a joke. You do not want him representing you in a murder trial. He’s a walking white flag.”
    “You don’t get to make that call.”
    She crossed the room and sat down at the table. “Well, neither do you. I’ve already cleared it with your president.”
    I huffed. The damn cuffs were pissing me off and my gut was screaming. There was no way Jesse would agree to this crazy ass plan. “I call bullshit.”
    “I’m here, aren’t I?” She waved her hands through the air as if she had just pulled off the world’s most secret magic trick.
    “That doesn’t mean shit. You’ve always done the exact opposite of what you were ordered to do. Why should this be any different?”
    “Not true. I left town when I was ordered to.” Her face fell and she retreated, lowering her gaze.
    I was the one in the orange jumpsuit. The one on trial for murder. Yet, all I could think about was what it would be like to get the fucking cuffs off and hold her, to feel myself inside of her. It had been years and I could still remember the way my body reacted as the heat from her soft, delicate skin rolled off my flesh.
    “Shit.” I plopped down into the chair opposite of her and rested both, restrained hands on the table.
    “Jo, you can’t be the one to do this. I can’t worry about getting myself out of this mess while worrying about you. It doesn’t work that way. You know Numar has a past and it’s all going to come out. I wouldn’t forgive myself if you had to relive all that pain over again. Let Sanders handle this.”
    I watched her swipe her pink lips with her tongue. She gazed at my hands before lifting her head to make eye contact.
    “If that man is your counsel for this case, you will spend the rest of your life cuffed and behind bars. He’s an imbecile with a win rate that went right down the toilet when he started drinking. Yeah, I did my homework. Believe me when I tell you that man will