Ride or Die #2: A Devil's Highwaymen MC Novel by Claire C. Riley & Cee Cee Riley

Author:Claire C. Riley & Cee Cee Riley [Riley, Claire C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-two:

Harlow

“H?” Casa’s voice cut through the noise of the truck pulling over and I looked to him as his bike pulled in front of the truck, warranting a loud honk of the trucker’s horn.

“What is it?” I asked. I looked up to the trucker as he sounded his horn impatiently. “I’m sorry, I’ll just be a second!”

Casa was staring at me, his dark eyebrows pulled into a tight V and his mouth twisted in…annoyance, irritation, confusion? I wasn’t really sure. He was such a hard man to read most of the time.

“What is it? I’ve gotta go,” I said, holding on tight to my jacket. I didn’t have anything—just the clothes on my back. I was pathetic. But I wouldn’t always be like this. I had to believe that things would get better. I wouldn’t go back to the Bangers’ clubhouse. I wasn’t going to go home to my mom and dad. I was going to hitch a ride and see where I ended up. I’d get a job, a shitty apartment, and go back to school.

I’d fucking make something of my so-called life, even if it killed me.

Because seeing Dom again, speaking to him like I had earlier, had made me realize something…I was worth something. I did deserve more than this. And I would get it. No one was going to give it to me. I had to go and get it. For too long I had been sitting around feeling sorry for myself, but not anymore.

I stared at Casa, seeing part of his façade slipping. Not by much, but enough so I knew that when he spoke next, he was being genuine.

“I don’t want you to go, not yet.”

I stared at him in silence, not surer what to say.

“Can I show you something?” he asked. “A place.”

I would have said no if it weren’t for the sincere look on his face—like this actually meant something to him and was important. Unlike most of the shit that came out of his mouth. I had no clue what he wanted me to see, but it wasn’t like I was in a rush. I was still deciding when the trucker beeped his horn again.

“She’s staying, motherfucker, now move along.” Dom pulled out the gun from his waistband and aimed it at the trucker as he spoke, a darkness swallowing his features. The trucker let loose with a barrel of insults before driving away with another two beeps of his horn.

I stared at Casa in exasperation. “There goes my lift!”

He smirked, the darkness vanishing and that cocky smirk of his that made my stomach twist and my nipples harden, come back. “I’ll take you where you need to go. Later, okay?” He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one with a smile.

I shook my head, annoyed at myself and him. “I don’t even know where I’m going anyway,” I sighed.

“Home?” he prompted.

“I don’t have a home, remember?”

“Then what’s the fucking rush, H?” he said with a chuckle. “Come on, climb aboard the Casa Express!” He gestured to the back of his bike as he blew out some smoke.

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