Read Online BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) by Franca Storm - Free Book Online

this is okay? I don’t need some sort of pass to get in?” I ask, Rox.
    She laughs and wraps her arm around me. “Sarah, I’m married to the President of the club.”
    “I know, but I’m not part of the club, or a…uh…what is it called?”
    “Old Lady.”
    “Right. That.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    We’re barely a few feet from the big entrance doors to the Black Thorns MC clubhouse now. I don’t know how Rox can be so calm in a place like this. For goodness sake, there were two men manning the gates with firearms. But, then again, she’s never had the fear gene. The work she used to do in Brockford made that clear. So, of course she wouldn’t be intimidated by a place like this, full of scary, tough bikers. Nothing and no one intimidates her. She’s the opposite of me in that respect. Everything scares me. I’m always nervous of new things and I’m easily intimidated, too.
    Although, the strange thing is, I’ve never been afraid of Zeb.
    Even after I saw how brutal he can be that night he fought off Eddie’s thugs, I wasn’t afraid.
    It doesn’t really make sense, because he’s clearly a dangerous man. He knows how to fight, he carries a firearm and he’s a member of a biker club. But, despite all that, he’s never instilled fear in me. Nervousness, sure, because of his overt sexuality, but not fear.
    As we reach the doors, Rox releases me and smirks, “Besides, don’t you want to give Runner his phone back?”
    I look down at it clutched in my hand. That’s when I realize that I’m holding it in a crushing grip. That’s how ill at ease I am about the prospect of walking into their clubhouse. I loosen my grip before I end up breaking his phone. “Uh…yeah…right. The phone.”
    It’s been a week since he ran out of my place. I thought he’d realize he’d left his phone with me and then come to collect it, but he never did. So, I contacted Rox to ask where he was. She told me he was hanging out at the clubhouse tonight. It was his first day back off his suspension thing.
    Rox reaches for the door and tugs the handle in that overly aggressive way of hers.
    It doesn’t budge.
    “What’s going on?” she exclaims. She looks at me and raises her eyebrows. “It’s locked. That’s weird.”
    She smashes her fists on the hard metal, not seeming to care about the bruises it’s surely going to give her.
    She steps back when we both hear the locks inside clanging.
    In the next moment, a huge skin-head, muscle bound guy with a tattoo snaking up his neck opens the door. I’ve seen him in my diner several times and he’s been around our friend, Halle, quite a bit.
    Smiter.
    “Rox. Uh…hey, sweetheart,” he says, looking nervous. His eyes dart to me and he gives me a polite head nod. “Sarah.”
    I wave at him.
    He turns his attention back to Rox and asks, “What you doing here, Rox? Everything all right?”
    “Fine.” She steps up to the door, but Smiter moves into her path, blocking the way with his mammoth body.
    “What are you doing? Let me in,” she demands.
    “You need something, I’ll let Ax know.”
    “I don’t need anything.” She points to me. “Sarah needs to give something to Runner.”
    “Well…hand it over. I’ll get it to him.”
    “No. She needs to give it to him,” she says, her eyes flashing.
    Oh God. This is embarrassing.
    Smiter looks me over, surprised about me coming here for Zeb, I guess. I came straight from the diner, so I probably look like crap in my blue jeans, sneakers, and my black hoodie that’s zipped up as far as it can go. My hair is a mess, too. It’s in a high ponytail, but loose hair is cascading about my face, all messy. I should’ve gone home to change first, but I got overexcited when I’d called Rox and asked her if she could get Zeb’s phone to him and she’d suggested I come up here to see him and give it to him myself.
    “Now ain’t a good time, Rox,” Smiter tells her, his eyes flashing right back at her, trying to