motorcycles coming up the driveway almost drowned out his question.
“She’s going back to Clindale Island.”
“I’ll get a plane.” Motioning for Viper to hurry toward him, already planning to get Train and a plane in the next hour, not giving a fuck about whatever stumbling block Silas was about to tell him.
“That won’t work.” Silas shook his head. “No one can fly or sail in without the permission of the island’s owner.”
“Then I’ll get his fucking permission. Who is he?”
19. Train's Clash (The Last Riders, Biker Bitches)
20. Standing His Ground: Greer (Porter Brother's Trilogy)
21. Crazy B!tch (Biker Bitches)
22. Rider's Revenge (The Last Riders)
23.Stalked (Predators MC)
24. Claiming the Enemy: Dustin (Porter Brothers Trilogy)
25. T.A. (Biker Bitches)
26. Dangerous Love
27. Gavin’s Song (Road to Salvation: A Last Rider's Trilogy)
28. Ho Ho Hennessy
29. Reaper’s Wrath (Road to Salvation: A Last Rider's Trilogy)
Maria
Made Men, #4
Sarah Brianne
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Hello…?
Feeling the early morning sunlight warm her skin, a smile touched the curve of her lips as she envisioned the man she had fallen asleep next to and whose face hadn’t left her, even in her dreams.
Maria gently opened her eyes, ready to look upon him once more. However, she was only met with an empty bed. Reaching her tanned hand out, she touched the spot he had lain in when her eyes had closed hours ago. It wasn’t even warm, making her wonder if it had all been a dream after all. The only proof she had that he had been there were her memories and the indention of the bed beside her.
He left me … without saying goodbye?
She sleepily searched for her phone before finding it and hitting the name of the man who had brought butterflies to her impervious stomach at thoughts of the night before. Maria put her phone to her ear, hearing the white noise before the tone of the ringing assailed her eardrum.
bRRing …
The butterflies that had been floating in her belly seemed to stop fluttering, beginning to sink.
bRRing …
She sat up on the side of the bed. Something didn’t feel right as those butterflies slowly sunk to the pit of her stomach, which had seemingly become softer overnight.
bRRing …
Maria clutched her phone tighter while she held it feverishly to her ear.
bRRi—
At the answering of the phone, the pit of her stomach cleared and her irrational fears vanished. She waited for his voice to grace her ears. However, it wasn’t a single male voice she heard yelling. It was two. One belonged to Kayne Evans and the other to Dominic Luciano; both voices clearly distinguishable—
BANG!
As she abruptly stood up from bed, the phone wasn’t the only thing she clutched; it was her black heart she held, trying to keep it from hitting the ground, unlike the phone on the other end of the call. She heard it smash the ground.
She shakily held the phone to her ear, hearing the final sounds of death that departed from her ear and from this earth. In her other hand, she held her chest so tightly that her manicured nails dug into her smooth flesh.
When raindrops began hitting the window, where light had been shining through only moments ago, it were as if the gates to heaven had opened, welcoming home the heaven-bound soul who’d just been taken.
Going into shock, her mouth open, but no words dared to pass her lips while she stared out at the ominously pouring rain.
After several eternal-like moments, she finally heard movement on the other end of the line. It was the quiet whisper of breath she heard, telling her someone was there, alive … listening.
“Hello …?” She found her voice that was now as unsteady as the knees that held her up and the clouds in the sky.
The breath on the other end of the line echoed louder and louder until the rain and every other sound dropped away, silence magnified like the ringing that had stormed her eardrum when she had first placed the call.
Her heart pounded to the rhythm of the roaring heavens