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

Merle, feral smiles on their faces, their guns held steady at the stranger’s chest.
     
    Jackson carried his rifle. Alex, a large pistol.
     
    With them around him, Merle didn’t have to carry his own gun openly.
     
    The stranger was shaking his head, refusing to tell.
     
    “Theodore Nelson,” I said. My voice was loud enough to carry. I wish I could say it was steady, like Alex and Jackson’s hands.
     
    It wasn’t.
     
    It quavered and almost broke.
     
    Jackson kept his gun trained on the stranger. Alex spun around and fixed it on me, glancing around to make sure I was alone. He nodded and returned to the other man.
     
    Merle kept his eyes on me.
     
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
     
    I nodded.
     
    “It’s the only thing that fits,” I said. “I just heard his car. He kicked me out when I got too close to you, but made my mother think I ran away. He… the night we met, he got angry about his daughter dating someone who sold dope.”
     
    Merle frowned. “And?”
     
    “I never mentioned anything but your first name, Merle,” I said. “How on earth would he know that? Meth is more common around here.”
     
    Merle nodded, slowly.
     
    “It does fit,” he said. “It explains more than you know. El Jefe should have… I’m sorry, but if you were anyone else, he’d have hurt you a hell of a lot worse. He wouldn’t have wanted to piss off your father if he was making him that much money.”
     
    I hadn’t thought about that, but… it sounded right.
     
    I felt sick to my stomach.
     
    My father had to have known where I was the whole time, then.
     
    He let me stay there, terrified, hungry, filthy, beaten, thinking I was going to be raped any moment.
     
    What sort of a man would let his daughter live like that? For an hour, a day - unthinkable.
     
    My father left me there for over a week.
     
    I could hardly believe it.
     
    I almost burst into tears right there.
     
    Unfortunately, the main door opened. I heard a too-familiar tread through the hallway. I edged into the room, making myself harder to spot.
     
    Those were my father’s footsteps.
     
    I’d heard him a thousand times.
     
    The betrayal coated my tongue like chalk, made it hard to talk, to even breathe.
     
    He walked into the room.
     
    Until that moment, I was hoping it wasn’t true.
     
    I was hoping that the cold look I’d seen on his face earlier that day was all in my head, and the father who played catch with me and carried me to bed when I fell asleep playing was the real man.
     
    Fuck this.
     
    “Megan,” he said, his voice soft with disappointment. “You were supposed to go home to your mother.”
     
    I stared at him. Merle stared at him. Alex stared at him - and aimed his pistol between his eyes. Jackson kept his focus on the other man.
     
    I didn’t say anything. I just stared at him, tears running down my cheeks.
     
    “I’m sorry, little rabbit,” he said. “I was out of work for too long. The money was too good. Your mother was going to divorce me if I didn’t find something, she said she was sick of me moping around the house.”
     
    I remembered that. She hated seeing him miserable. I heard her tell one of her friends that she’d never leave him, but he needed a fire lit under his butt.
     
    I didn’t want to feel bad for him.
     
    Merle’s face darkened with anger.
     
    “Don’t call her that, like everything’s okay,” he snarled.
     
    “Shut the fuck up,” my father said calmly. My father. The man who wouldn’t say ‘damn.’
     
    Merle took a step towards him.
     
    “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said. “My little rabbit is mad at me, but she will never forgive you if you kill me.”
     
    The worst part is that Merle and I both knew that it was true.
     
    I’d look at him, for the rest of my life, and see the man who killed my father.
     
    In that moment, I hated my father.
     
    I wanted to scream and yell, to throw myself at him and beat him with my fists.
     
    I