Breaking Hammer (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Inferno Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

 You think about coming back to the club, coming out of retirement?"
    "I - " I started, then stopped.  Had I ever thought about it?  Yeah, of course I had.  I'd be crazy not to think about it.  This club had been my whole life, the brothers my family.
    Until the day April was taken from me .
    They ha dn't been a part of my life now for a long time.
    Blaze looked at me, waiting for a response.
    I shook my head.  "I don't think so, man..." I said.
    "I don't expect it," Blaze said.  "It's understandable.  But if you ever wanted to come out of retirement, here or at the Vegas chapter, normal rules wouldn't apply."  Normal rules meaning the chapter rules that required retirees to stay in retirement for at least five years.  It was designed to keep people from deciding to retire and then come out of retirement impulsively.
    That wasn't going to happen, not in my case.
    No matter how much part of me wanted to ride again.
    Or the part of me that missed what I had here, the sense of brotherhood.  No matter how empty I felt now, without April, without the club, I wasn't going back.
    "It's good of you to say that, Blaze," I said.  What the hell else was I going to say?   Thanks, but no fucking thanks.
    "If you ever want to come back, say the word," Blaze said.
    I nodded.   It will never happen, I thought.  I stood there, silently.  This was what the fuck Blaze wanted me to stop by for?  To tell me that I needed to fucking consider coming out of retirement?
    He finally spoke.  "I've got a job you might be interested in," he said.
    "Shit, Blaze, I'm not getting back into club business.  You got to understand that, man," I said.  "No can do..."
    Blaze shook his head.  "I'm not asking you to get back into club business.  This is strictly contract shit.  You're retired.  It's just that we need someone with your tech skills."
    "What kind of tech shit are we talking about exactly ?"
    "We're in a couple of new enterprises, with Benicio.  This involves the chapter out in Vegas too."
    "Not here?"
    "Both."
    "Okay."  I was getting irritated with how vague Blaze was being about this.   Just fucking come out and ask whatever it is you're going to ask, man.   That's what I was thinking.  I didn't say it.  "I'm not going to promise anything until I know what the job is.  I don't even know it's something I can actually do."
    Blaze nodded.  "Instead of telling me, let me show you."
     

"Meia,” Aston was bent over, his face close to the glass coffee table, inhaling white powder off the surface.  “Where the fuck have you been?  I called for you over an hour ago.”
    “With the Congressman - the meeting you set up, if you recall.”  I set my purse on the sofa, this piece of furniture - a modern art piece- that was ridiculously uncomfortable and useless in every way.  Aston’s penthouse was filled with such things.  I sometimes wondered how many people he could buy with the same amount of money.
    Or how many women he had already bought.
    Those were things I tried not to think about, tried to put out of my head so I could get through the day.  The larger questions like that, I couldn't think about them.  If I did, I'd fall into despair.  Everything would seem too insurmountable.
    Aston rose, walked toward me, put his hand at the base of my neck, his fingers raveling through my hair.  He gripped me hard, too hard, yanking the hair by its roots.  His mouth close to my ear, he whispered, “I don’t like this.”
    “What?” I asked, my heart racing.  I was surprised I felt fear at all anymore.  I shouldn't, not with everything I'd been through.  People say that your body adjusts to living in a perpetual state of fear, that over time it dissipates.  But not for me.  Each time felt like the first all over again, the dread and the anticipation, and the terror coursing through my body.  But it was all because of him - my son.  If not for him, I wouldn't care if I lived or died.
    But I needed to keep him