Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,66

just getting ready to fuck me, since most of our previous sexual encounters started with him choking me to near passing out. Or slapping me. Or otherwise making sure there was mostly pain in it for me.

His question takes my breath away better and more completely than his fist around my throat ever did.

I’m dead if I tell him the truth. The black hardness in his eyes is telling me that more plainly than words ever could.

A lie is all I have. But it’ll have to be the most convincing one I ever told.

“Six months ago, he sold me to the Roadside Sinners MC clubhouse,” I say. “Or lost me in a game of poker, more like. Thank god you’ve found me.”

I’m looking at him with wide eyes leaning forward willing him to believe me with all that I am.

“Shut your lying mouth, bitch,” he snaps. “I know he’s dead. I just don’t know why and you’re gonna tell me. Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me to my feet, tears that have nothing to do with pain filling my eyes.

“And pack up your shit, too,” he adds. “We don’t want anyone thinking you didn’t leave on your own.”

Fuck my rotten luck! Even in the highest of highs, it never fails to drag me back down to the filth I belong in. How the fuck did Monarch even find me?

20

Colt

I wasn’t surprised to find Blaze waiting for me in the shade of the tarp where we park our bikes. The sun is nearly set, the horizon like a bright fire blazing, but not as hot as his eyes.

“Are you ever gonna learn how to control your dick?” he asks savagely. “You were supposed to go and show her the photos and come right back. Cross ain’t pleased.”

I shrug and pull out the two tightly packed manila envelopes from my saddlebags. “Couldn’t be helped. But she was very thorough once I finally got her to look at the photos.”

I start walking toward the entrance to the bunker. The day’s heat is radiating off the concrete walls of it, so it’s more or less like walking through a sauna.

“I’d lead with that,” Blaze says, and I don’t even bother replying.

It’s wonderfully cooler inside, but I’m still sweating by the time we reach the conference room. Hawk and Cross are already there, checking out the photos and talking quietly.

“About time,” Hawk says as I walk in. “Did you get it?”

I nod and walk over to him to hand him the envelopes. “And more besides. She gave me the names of everyone in the photos, including the women. A couple are missing from the photos and she told me about those too. It’s all written down on the back.”

Hawk opens the first envelope and pulls out the photos, whistling appreciatively. “She’s real through and observant, this girlfriend of yours. I could use an assistant like her.”

He starts sorting the photos on the tables.

“Did it have to take all day?” Cross asks pointedly, piercing me with his black gaze. Sweat erupts on my forehead that has nothing to do with the heat.

“Kinda,” I say. “She was pissed at being all alone at the motel for days on end, and wouldn’t cooperate until I took her to lunch.”

“Women,” Blaze puts in sarcastically, trying to help.

“She came through very nicely, though,” Hawk says. “Don’t be too hard on him, Cross.”

Cross’ gaze grows even blacker before he shrugs and grins. “It’s like this club is all about women first these days. But at least yours saves us days of work. I guess I can let half a day wasted for it slide. This once.”

“Are we moving against them tonight?” I ask, earning another unforgiving look from Cross.

“We’ll make a plan first,” Cross says.

“I was thinking,” I say, interrupted for a moment by a very pointed warning look from Blaze, but whatever, I have an idea. It’s been on my mind since I spent two nights watching the sleeping town. “They think the place is haunted. We go in as ghosts, in the middle of the night. Two per house, in and out, fast and silent.”

Cross nods, I think despite himself. “I’ll consider it. Now leave.”

It wasn’t a harsh order or meant to shut me up. I think. I hope. But I heed it straight away, with Blaze on my heels. I can feel his blazing hot look on my back, but what he still doesn’t seem to understand is that