Read Online The End (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 7) by Sarah Sorana - Free Book Online

 
    “What happened?” Merle asked, totally businesslike. He hardly seemed to register the blood on his friend’s face.
     
    “I was doing some rounds, checking up on some of our guys on the street, and I got jumped,” Jackson said. “Three guys, maybe about twenty, maybe younger.
     
    Merle nodded, absently.
     
    “You know them?” he asked.
     
    Jackson gave him a withering look. “I’d have said, asshole.”
     
    Merle nodded a few times.
     
    “Right,” he said. “Fuck this. Fuck this in the ass. We’re gonna go pay el Jefe a visit. He’s mixed up in this somehow.”
     
    Jackson nodded. “No bikes,” he said.
     
    Merle looked at him, opening his mouth to argue.
     
    “They’ll literally hear us coming,” he said. “Not fuckin’ figuratively, Alex is always on my ass about that. They will literally hear us coming from miles away and get the fuck outta there.”
     
    Merle nodded, slowly.
     
    “Okay,” he said. “Yeah. A car. A new one. We’ll take something from the lot.”
     
    Jackson nodded.
     
    “You armed up?” Merle asked.
     
    Jackson nodded again.
     
    Merle turned to a dresser and pulled out a pistol. He checked it over before sliding it into a holster in his jacket.
     
    He looked at me.
     
    “Lock yourself in,” he said. “If this goes south, Alex will take care of you.”
     
    I shook my head.
     
    “Fuck. That,” I said. “I’m coming.”
     
    Both men raised their eyebrows and started to argue with me.
     
    Fuck that. Fuck no. I was not going to, yet again, stay put while men controlled everything around me and didn’t care what I wanted.
     
    I was an adult, right? It was time to fucking act like one.
     
    If Merle could help me, I could help him.
     
    “You’ll be in the way-” Merle started.
     
    I met his eyes.
     
    “You need someone to drive, someone to be your lookout,” I said. “I can do that. I’m not saying I’ll charge in there with you and beat someone up, okay? Just let me help how I can.”
     
    They traded looks.
     
    “We don’t have time to argue with you,” Jackson said.
     
    In the end, I went with them. Jackson gave me a gun, showed me how to work the safety, and told me that if someone tried to hurt me I should aim for center mass and pull the fucking trigger.
     
    We headed to the small car lot full of cars, probably stolen, the guys who could work on cars were fixing up to take to their little dealership in town.
     
    “We keep keys handy,” Merle said, reaching under the driver’s side door to pull off a magnetic key safe and get out the key.
     
    He tossed it to me.
     
    “You’re driving, so drive,” he said.
     
    It wasn’t rude, the way he said it.
     
    It was a challenge.
     
    I wanted to rise to it.
     
    I half-expected the ride to be silent, but the men talked non-stop, making plans, directing me where to go.
     
    We picked up Alex from outside an office building downtown, and the plans had to be rehashed for him, and he had to argue about every detail.
     
    “And another thing,” he said at one point, elbowing Jackson in the seat beside him, “I have a fucking job, asshole. Stop texting me and saying it’s an emergency, I’m going to get fucking fired.”
     
    “It is an emergency,” Merle said from the front seat.
     
    “While I will grant you that this time does have a particular urgency, that does not legitimize the other visits,” Alex drawled. He had the thickest Southern accent of any of us, and it flavored every word he spoke.
     
    Jackson muttered something.
     
    “Don’t even try it,” Alex said. “Blue balls are what jocks use to try and get laid by debutantes on prom night.”
     
    Jackson rolled his eyes.
     
    I thought about my own prom night and winced.
     
    Well, at least I’d met Merle.
     
    The wait in the car, engine running, eyes darting around, while they went inside the plain building on the outskirts of town was one of the longest twenty minutes of my life.
     
    It wasn’t the same