If I Should Die: A Kimber S. Dawn MC Novel by Kimber S. Dawn

Author:Kimber S. Dawn [Dawn, Kimber S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-07-14T22:00:00+00:00

I know these two things instantly when I come to the first time. One, I’m strapped, as literally as I can tell you, I am strapped to another human being. And two, that human being is going north of a hundred miles per hour, on a motorcycle, down the longest highway I’ve ever seen.

And then...night night, mothafucka. The lights went out.

***

I know this one thing, and it’s so very briefly before I pass back out the second time I stir awake, God knows how many hours later. I just know my entire fucking body aches.

***

The sun cutting through the dishrag-colored curtains stirs me awake before pulling me from my dreams, and immediately I sit up, bitching. “Why? Holy shit, where am I at? And why?” I don’t even register how groggy I am. I’m still not that awake yet, I guess, as I try to rub the sleep from my eyes and miss because my muscles won’t heed the demands my brain is screaming. “Ty?” I squint through the room, and I swear to Christ, if I weren’t sitting on a king size mattress in some roadside hotel, I would have fallen off it when my blurry vision lands on him across the room, leaning back in a chair.

Jacques fucking Cain. My last few lucid memories filter in with the morning light just as he drapes his left foot over his worn denim-covered right knee. Then his hands settle in what looks like prayer, with his pointer fingers slightly tapping his full bottom lip.

My vision is pretty much clear. Actually, it’s completely clear as I take stock of him. And somehow becoming clearer, despite the glare of sun in my face.

I hate him. I try to talk myself into the thought, then decide fuck all when it doesn’t stick, and then I side with anger. I’m past trying to figure this asshole out. “What have you done, you stupid, asshole? Ty is going to fucking kill you!” I shriek at him, trying my damnedest to get that last point across.

And when his eyes smile, they flick down to my lips before looking back up and settling on mine. “I’ve asked myself that exact question, Pipsqueak. A thousand fucking times.” He holds his hands palms forward before letting them fall back together. “No idea. What about you? Do you know why you’re here?”

“Ty’s going to fucking kill you. Like search parties, authorities, the whole nine.” I go to stand up, and before I can even make it to the edge of the bed, my slow moving legs are worrying me. So when I do go to stand up, and they buckle, of course he’s right fucking there. Again! Shit, he’s going to think this keeps happening on purpose!

“Okay, if you keep falling I’m going to get a complex. Shit, girl—you have vertigo or something?”

I snatch, and yes—snatch—my balance back from him before my spine goes rigid. “I’m fine.” I tug down a t-shirt over the hem of some blue jeans of mine that I don’t remember sliding up.

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