Bounty on her head: Motorcycle and Mafia (Mafia and Motorcycles Book 3) by Jane Pragor

Author:Jane Pragor [Pragor, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

11.

Unsavory characters and dark rooms.

David

Bell and Tough climb out of the back of the SUV and take their cuts off, tossing them into the back of the car before following us into the building that looks like it should be in a horror movie, not downtown San Antonio. Sometimes I am shocked at things that the city will let stand, what good is this building doing other than being a breeding ground for things that go bump in the night?

The tension in the SUV kept climbing the longer we drove, this was Frank's idea, but he isn’t thrilled about what we are going to do. I trust him exponentially, not just with my life, but with hers, and yet he seems to be flustered. The people we are going to meet are not going to be on the right side of things, not that we have always been.

There is a reason that this person has the information that they do, I have refrained from asking Frank too many questions because I don’t know how many of the specifics I want to know. I plan to just go in here and back him up. I’ll keep my mouth shut, and a hand on my gun, I don’t typically have a whole lot to say anyways.

I know that most people think that I am quiet because I struggle with what I did while I was in the service, but the truth is, my quiet came long before I joined the Marines.

I didn’t have the best life growing up—it could have been way worse, but it was far from good—my father drank a lot, and my mother was never around. They didn’t hit me or yell at me, they didn’t lock me in my room or forget to buy food, they just weren’t there. Sometimes it was physical, but usually, it was just emotional. My father was on the couch, sleeping or so drunk that he couldn’t hold a conversation, let alone stand long enough to make me something to eat. My mother worked three jobs to support my father and his drinking, so she was only home for 6 hours a day and she slept for 4 of those hours.

She made sure to buy things I could make myself, ramen, sandwiches, and canned soup.

I ate a lot of PB&J growing up.

When I was old enough to drive I started taking my dad’s truck, got a job, and just as soon as I was able to I joined the military. I couldn’t get out of that house fast enough.

I didn’t have friends when I was a child, and by the time I was a teenager, I was so used to being secluded from others that trying to talk to anyone just made me feel weird. With my mother never home, and my father too gone for words, I think for a while there I forgot what it was like to talk to a person just for the hell of it. I didn’t play any sports, and I always wore headphones to the gym, I was the silent one.

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