Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,3
you, they’re going to come in here. And who knows what the hell they’re going to do after that.”
I curled my legs closer to my chest. “I hate you, that’s what this is. You told me this would be an easy job that would pay off the rest of my school debt. The fuck’s wrong with you?”
She rubbed my back. “I’m sorry, Hannah. I really am. But I promise you, once I get us out of here, I’ll pay it off myself. How much do you owe?”
“Twelve grand.”
“Psh. Not a problem.”
“I also need to pay off my credit card. I can’t get it below five hundred.”
“Done. Just be patient with me and I’ll solve all your debt problems.”
I shook my head. “You better.”
As I gazed around the tiny room these drugged-up dickweeds had us shoved into, I saw the rest of the girls with me. While I was dressed in a skimpy cropped top with overalls and sneakers, a couple of them were in dresses with heels. My cousin was in some sort of bosom-boasting shirt with cut-off jean shorts and boots that came up much too high on her thighs. She looked like a regular ten-cent hooker.
Then again, that was my cousin. Always dressing in clothes that were two sizes too small underneath that leather jacket of hers.
“I can’t believe you got me into this,” I murmured.
“And I’m telling you, I’ll get you out of it. Just be patient. Think you can do that?”
I looked over at her. “Has patience ever been my strong suit?”
She cast me a look. “Stay patient or you’ll get us all killed. Got it?”
I rolled my eyes before I rested my chin against my knees. After graduating college two years late, the last thing I expected after getting my Business degree was to be stuck in some dingy cabin room with a bunch of girls dressed like everything from hookers to married housewives. I should’ve been applying for part-time jobs while researching Master’s programs. I should’ve been coming up with plans for my own business one day: my own publishing company. I wanted nothing more than to publish the books of others or own a store that sold books. Anything to do with my number one passion. My first love.
“Skeleton,” Slash whispered.
I shook my head. “No. Reading is my first love.”
Slash furrowed her brow. “What? Girl, no. Skeleton’s coming. Shut up and sit up straight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ah, the man you tried to throw off with my presence. Think he got the message?”
“I’m going to kill you myself if you don’t—”
The doorknob started to rattle, and I rolled my lips over my teeth. Yeah, yeah, I knew what my cousin was up to. Duping this dope and shit like that. The only reason why I didn’t ask for more money off the top of this entire thing was because she was honest from the get-go. She told me about throwing off Skeleton. About the job some guys in some crew wanted them to do. About the double-cross and how we were supposed to work with Skeleton and these incompetent idiots to—I don’t know—do something. I wasn’t part of that part of the plan. I was hired to throw off Skeleton, and that was all I knew for sure.
But as quickly as the doorknob started rattling, it stopped.
“Slash, is he—”
“Shh,” my cousin said curtly.
I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall as she slowly got to her feet. Some of the girls whispered at her to sit back down, but I didn’t give a shit what she did. She’s the one that got us into this mess in the first place when she drew her damn gun at the campground because someone called her fat. Fat, of all things! That was what pissed her off!
“Sit down,” I groaned.
“Shh!” the girls hissed.
I shook my head and turned my backs to them as Slash fiddled around with the door. The only reason I took this job was to pay off the debts I had. Then, I wanted to use the rest to get the hell out of town. My ex-boyfriend wouldn't leave me alone no matter what I did. And if I simply got out of his way and made a new home for myself, I knew he’d bite the dust. The man was a mooch, and the exact reason why I hadn’t used more of my working capital in college to pay things down as they racked up. Had I stuck with my original