BEAST (A Coyotes of Mayhem MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

clubs like to ambush you instead of stepping up like a man. It is what it is. As far as what happened, I have no clue. If I had to make a guess, I would say their president saw him getting a shit hole kicked into him and realized what an embarrassment he was to their club. Once they realized he was a liability, they probably got rid of him themselves.”
     
    “You guys do that stuff? What kind of world do you live in?”
     
    “Don’t judge. You don’t know anything about us at all. Like I said, my club doesn't do shit like that. We might throw down when it’s necessary, but we don’t kill.”
     
    “Sorry, I’m not trying to judge,” she fidgeted in the chair. “How was the guy killed?”
     
    “That’s the thing. Nobody knows. Usually, when someone in our world kicks it, the news gets out quickly regardless of what color they’re flying. With this guy, there is no information out there at all. Just chatter about the pigs wanting to question me about the murder. No cause of death. No location of death. No information whatsoever.”
     
    “That’s scary. What are you going to do?”
     
    “Exactly what I’m doing right now. I’m going to sit in this room until the boat stops in Honduras. When that happens, I’m jumping off and starting a new life. I’ve got some connections that can hook me up with a new identity and a place to stay. My club will send me some cash to get me set up. I’ll have to find some bullshit job that pays under the table in order to support myself. As long as I can fly under the radar, I shouldn’t have any problems.”
     
    “How long are you going to stay in Honduras? How long will it take until this is forgotten about and you can come back to the United States?”
     
    “You’re not the brightest, are you? There is no coming back from this. The moment I stepped onto this boat, my life in the United States was over. This won’t be forgotten about. Even if the cops forgot about me, the Aces never would. I’ll be a marked man for the rest of my life. Besides, it would be next to impossible getting back into the United States as a wanted felon.”
     
    “I would think it would be hard to get on this boat as a wanted felon. I have no clue how you did it. I waited in the security line for two hours. How you got your gun through is beyond me.”
     
    “It’s because I didn’t go through security.” She had the looks, but no brains.
     
    “What? How?”
     
    “That’s not important and you ask too many fucking questions. Why don’t you hand me another beer and we can talk about something else.”
     
    She gave me a beer and stood up to stretch. It was the first time I got a really good look at her since this all started. She was a fine looking broad. As she had her arms stretched over her head, I couldn’t help but notice her nipples sticking straight out through her shirt. My cock jerked involuntarily. I’d love to have a piece of that ass. It would be the ultimate stress reliever after the couple of days that I’d had.
     
     
     
     
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    This chick had so many questions about the club and the motorcycle lifestyle in general. She seemed interested but not in a typical club whore kind of way. She was actually fucking curious about my life. It had been a long time since anyone had actually asked me questions about my life that I had basically forgotten what it was like.
     
    Sitting there talking with her felt right. It felt comfortable. It was like I was sitting there catching up with an old friend. I thought maybe she was just trying to get on my good said. Or maybe she’s trying to get me to let my guard down so she can attempt another escape . I hoped that she realized I meant what I said when I told her I didn’t intend to hurt her. As long as she didn’t do anything stupid, she would be free to enjoy the rest of her cruise once I was off the boat.
     
    Regardless of what kind of things were going on in my head, I should have treated the