Storm's Soldiers MC by Paige Notaro

Author:Paige Notaro [Notaro, Paige]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mc romance
Published: 2015-10-01T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Meagan

The house tinkled with noise as I walked in. Tara was watching the TV down the hall, something with bursts of overproduced laughter. My head hung in such a fog now. I set my purse down and let the sound lure me in like a lighthouse.

Tara lay long on the couch, so I clipped in and dropped face down on the recliner.

She peeked over at me. “Who let your air out, girl?” she asked.

“I did it to myself,” I croaked. I truly had. Why on earth had I thought meeting him would do anything but set me in a mood?

The show was one of my favorite trash reality shows about housewives bitching over little smudges in their high class lives, but now it just ticked me off. One girl was talking about how her husband had gotten them a king suite at some five star hotel in Tokyo but picked a view of the city instead of the ocean.

“It’s like we’ve got nothing in common,” she sulked over the speakers.

“You’re in freaking Tokyo!” I yelled at the screen. “Who cares what you see before you go to sleep?”

Tara frowned over at me. “Easy, Judge Judy.”

“Their life is so freaking petty,” I said. “And she’s fussing over little issues.”

“That’s what they’re on TV for.”

“They should come film me if they want some real drama,” I grumbled.

“Oh, that still going on?”

I shrugged. I hadn’t told her about why we broke up either. It was so embarrassing, and tonight hadn’t really changed that. Being angry at the TV just kept me from being angry at myself.

So his mom had been killed by a black man. That sucked. My dad had wound up with the same fate, and Darryl and I had been worse off than Vaughn ever was. We survived. What was the need to go base your whole life on one bit of history?

Well, wars had been started over less than a murder. Vaughn might have taken a dumb lesson from his past, but he was free to do it far away from me.

Tara and I made faces at the drama queens on screen for an hour or so, and then she went off to bed. Her hours at the bank were pretty rigid. I switched out to my PJs, dimmed the volume and kept going. The term paper lingered over me, but I was in no mood to venture into my head tonight.

Around nine or ten, anger wasn’t enough to cloud my thoughts. I switched to a ghost hunter show. They wandered around a house in night vision for a bit and then, looking at absolutely nothing, one of them said, “Hey, what’s that?”

The other looked around confused and said, “What?”

“That!” the first guy said looking more terrified than ever. The camera started shaking.

Something pounded on my wall.

I yelped off the couch, dizzy and terrified. The pounding came again, from further down the hallway. Oh sweet Jesus, just the front door.

But it was almost eleven. Who would that be?

I tiptoed up to the solid wood frame and looked through the peephole.

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