[06] Slade Read Online Free PDF

extremes. He felt bad for her dad who was caught in the middle of his love for his daughter and wife, not a good place for a man to be, especially as his health had suffered for it. Slade knew better than to show any pity toward Jill. She would, without a doubt, throw the pity back in his face, which set her apart from most women he’d known. She wasn’t dependent on anyone, yet he knew she desperately wanted to be loved and cared for. He also knew she would cut out her tongue before saying so.
Glancing down at his watch, he knew they were late. Duncan had rented out the large shooting range a few blocks down from the compound. They didn’t have much time to get the half-breeds trained, so it was pretty much around-the-clock work and training, which didn’t bother him at all. He needed to stay busy, busy keeping his mind and hands off the woman whose hot little body fit perfectly around him as she sat on the back of his bike.
Parking next to Adam’s car, Slade turned off the bike, waiting for Jill to hop off first. Sliding off in one fluid motion, Slade turned, only to see Jill already heading toward the building. Her spine straight, head tilted in her own arrogant way. Cursing himself for being ready to ask her if she was okay, Slade followed her, keeping his eyes up and not on the sexy sway of her hips, a natural sway not intended to attract male attention, and that turned him on more than anything. She had no clue how much her innocent sex appeal attracted him and that made her even more dangerous.
“Fuck!” Slade mumbled loud enough for her to stop and look back at him. At her questioning stare, he shook his head, motioning with his hand for her to continue. Once she turned, he adjusted his jeans; his dick didn’t get the memo from his brain about not being interested. He stood outside the closed door Jill had walked through and cursed. Feeling more in control after a deep breath, Slade grabbed the door handle, swinging the door open so hard the top door hinge broke away from the frame. “Son of a bitch!”
“Having a little trouble?” Jax walked around the corner, eyeing the door without stopping.
Slade cursed again, wedging the door so it stayed upright. “If you only knew,” Slade mumbled, not really caring if Jax heard him or not.
“You’re late.” Jax pushed open a door to one of the rooms with ten shooting lanes.
Walking in behind Jax, Slade kept his mouth shut. He took in everyone, finding Jill standing back with her arms crossed, her stare blank. He knew she was reliving what happened with her family.
“I said you’re late.” Jax stood in his line of vision. “If we are going to get these guys ready, you need to get your ass and that sweet little ass of our only female—”
Slade took one step in Jax’s personal space; his eye narrowed. “I know my fucking job.” Slade stood slightly taller than Jax, but Jax didn’t step back; instead, they leaned in toward each other.
“Then get your head straight and start doing it,” Jax warned before turning away.
Fists clenching tightly, Slade wanted nothing more than to knock Jax through the wall, but glancing at everyone looking at them, he knew his need at the moment wasn’t the issue. These guys were counting on him. Jax was right. He needed to get his shit straight; something he usually prided himself on. His shit was always straight.
Everyone had picked a gun except Jill, who still stood back. Before Slade could make it to her, Jax stepped in.
“Get your ass in gear, Jill.” Jax picked up a small gun with a pink handle. “I got this just for you.”
“Awww…how cute is that,” Steve snickered, holding his gun, attempting to look like a badass.
Jill ignored the gun Jax held out, grabbing a different one. “I prefer the GLOCK-21 because of its accuracy and stopping power, which would probably even put a full-blooded vamp on his ass.” Jill snapped the already loaded clip into the gun, grabbed a target, and then headed to the lane