Triple M 4 Craving Me, Desiring You

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Did you see who did it? Kimmi asks, coming back out of the house and pausing with
her phone resting in her hand. Her brows are pinched together and her lips turned down
in a rare frown. My gaze gets caught on her earrings and can't seem to move away from
the glittering green spots. Whiteness eats at the edges of my vision, threatening to knock
me out, but I fight against it, struggling to stay awake.
Nobody did. We thought it might be Broken Dallas or something, but there's no one
out there that we can see. God-fucking-damn it. Mireya spins in a nervous circle and
pauses with her attention on the phone in Kimmi's hand. You didn't text Austin yet, did
you? she asks as Gaine comes out the back doors.
There's nothing, he says, spitting at the dirt and pausing with his hands on his hips.
No sign of anybody out there. He raises his face up and looks at me, skin paling when he
sees the redness oozing from my arm. Didi removes the rag and tosses it to the grass,
opening her kit and digging around inside. I close my eyes and look away. If I look at
whatever she's doing, I'll pass out for sure.
Enough jaw flappin', the old woman barks, her voice as rough as leather. Grab me a
pen and some paper. I'm going to make you a list of stuff to go get. And make it quick. We
ain't got all day. I listen to Gaine's footsteps as he moves away at a rapid pace.
Don't tell Austin or he'll freak the fuck out and run back here. We don't know what
he's up to, and we can't risk distracting him.
I got it, Mireya. Geez. I open my eyes and look up to see Kimmi putting away her
phone. She glances at Didi and moves a few steps closer, leaning down to peer at the
wound again. I keep my gaze averted.
Got the list, Gaine says, reappearing and handing it to Didi who scribbles a few things
down and thrusts it at his chest.
Quick, Gaine, she tells him, and he nods, heading out the back gate. A few seconds
later, I hear the sound of a motorcycle starting up.
Get ready for this, girl, Didi says, and I make the mistake of looking back at her,
finding a curved needle in her calloused hand.
I swallow hard and hear Christy say, Oh my God. You're not planning on stabbing her
with that, are you? That's the last thing I remember before I pass out.
Chapter 10
Austin
I've got my new Ruger P95 pistol in my hands. It feels nice and sturdy, like I could take
down a Goddamn bear with it. Good thing, too, because some of these boys in Broken
Dallas are the size of grizzlies.
This is fucking bullshit, Beck grumbles under his breath, taking aim with fingers
quivering with adrenaline. Hiding back here like a bunch of pussycats. What does Tax
take us for, huh?
I think he realizes you're the guy that just banged his sister, I say, and I hear a bunch
of gruff chuckles from the three Triple M'ers standing beside us. So shut your damn
mouth and just be glad he hasn't castrated you yet. We're along on this expedition as
guests, Beck. Be grateful Seventy-seven Brothers even bothered to ride down here. If they
hadn't, we'd have been up shit creek without a paddle.
Hogwash. I coulda took 'em, Beck says with a grin, taking a peek around the corner. I
scoot closer and take a look, too. Tax is nowhere to be seen, but his new Sergeant at arms
is standing at the head of the group, hands crossed in front of him. I can't hear what
they're saying, but the look on Mr. Silver Beard's face ain't pleasant.
The sun is shining and everything seems all hunky-dory on the surface of things. I have
no idea where we are or why we're here, but there's nobody around to complain. We're in
a warehouse district, one that's conspicuously empty on this bright sunny day. I don't
pretend to know what Broken Dallas is up to, but it seems a little weird, even considering
the bad blood between us.
I stay where I am, waiting for this to end with a bunch of posturing and some grunts of
acknowledgment. I don't expect violence, not today. That's not the way these things [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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