Riding For Her by Adair Rymer

Author:Adair Rymer [Rymer, Adair]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2015-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Maya

My resolve wavered as we pulled into the gated compound of closed warehouses. Batesville Casket company. It was dusk, and it'd been several hours since Robbie was killed.

It made my heart ache. Seeing him gunned down was horrible. I didn't know my uncle all that well, but he seemed like a decent man making the best out of some bad situations. I wish I could've had the chance to get to know him better. I had so many questions that I'll never have answered.

Inevitably, Hendrix crept into my mind and the ache in my heart doubled. I was really beginning to like him, to trust him even. Considering what they were holding over his head, his freedom, I understood why he had to let me go.

Understanding didn't make the hurt any less. I still felt disappointed and abandoned. I couldn't help it. What was I to Hendrix anyways? Just a cock tease, with a distant connection to his now dead friend. What allegiances did he really owe me? He wouldn't be coming for me. I'd never see Hendrix again.

He was handsome, charming, and funny but he was still an outlaw biker in a vicious MC world. I couldn't hate him for his decision to let me go. I was more mad that I allowed myself to, I dunno... dream? It wasn't his fault but all the same, in the end, I let myself be hurt by yet another biker.

Anger, heartache, sadness... all of it wilted at the same rate in which the large metal doors opened. Rows of hanging fluorescent fixtures snapped on in consecutive sections with a flash then settled, bathing the assembly line of coffins in a drab, bluish light. The shadows lingered sickly and jumped while the bulbs overhead flickered as they heated up to full brightness.

The warehouse was gigantic but was also full to an alarming degree. The near building-length conveyor belt was full with finished, plastic-wrapped, caskets that waited patiently for trucks to pick them up. Eight foot tall coffins stood on end atop flat, wheeled dollies. They made up long, ominous aisles to either side of us as we walked toward a silhouette of a man who was exiting a brown, walled in office area in the middle of the warehouse.

He was joined by two other shady looking bikers as well.

Dread knotted up my insides as a wave of nausea rolled over me. My God... I was going to be killed in a building that actually made coffins. “Please, Miles. Please don't do this.”

“Shut up.” Lump, the man who was tasked with driving me here, shoved me forward when I slowed to a stop.

“Easy,” Miles mildly scolded him, then stepped in front and walked to meet the man that opened the doors for us.

There was something off about Miles, the way he succumbed immediately to the Wild Boys ploy almost like he knew something was going to happen but didn't care to stop it. There was also a regretful look in his eyes when he assumed control of the club after Tex was killed.

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