Call My Name (Fallen Angels MC Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

would have sworn that she was silent, her bare feet padding quietly across the wood floor, but Mason, crouched as he was by the front window, threw up an impatient hand in her direction, and she stopped moving. He was low down in the window, the curtain twitched barely out of the way by his fingers, staring outside. He was hidden behind the curtain, and she assumed that he didn’t want whoever he was staring at to know he was there.
     
    She stayed silent for a while, waiting. Finally, he let the curtain fall closed, and stepped back slowly, though he kept his back to her and his eyes on the window.
     
    He pulled her back into the bedroom, which was farther from the street than the main room. “That cop is outside, watching the garage,” he said, his voice so quiet that a whisper would have felt like a shout. “I need you to think for a second—did you say anything to him before I got there, anything at all?”
     
    “No.” She shook her head. “Nothing. I was careful.”
     
    Mason nodded. “He’s the dirty cop that Declan was working with. Has to be. Otherwise, why would he come talking to you? No one else would know about the connection.”
     
    She shook her head. “Jack still says he doesn’t believe a word of it. He’s been friends with his guy for years, and swears that the guy would lie down in traffic for him. He says someone else in the department must have gotten wind of what was happening, what we were looking into, but he said that there’s no way it was this guy who sent Declan after us.”
     
    “After you,” he said, quietly, but the emphasis didn’t escape Caroline’s notice. “I can’t lose you, Caro. You’re— too much. I can’t lose you.”
     
    She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his neck. He was trembling with tension, his muscles rock hard and ready to fly into action, and she found herself wanting him pliant and smiling like he was the night before. “You’re not going to lose me. But if this guy is following you— call the department and file a harassment claim or something. The cops aren’t allowed to do stuff like that.”
     
    The look he turned on her— it was the first time she’d ever seen him direct so much coldness her way. “You’re adorable, you know that? Sure, the cops don’t do ‘stuff like that’ to pretty little white girls. But I’m not pretty, and I’m covered in ink, and my jacket’s leather. You know better, Caro. I know you do.”
     
    She took a deep breath, trying to find balance somewhere inside of herself. “I get why things went down with Declan the way they did—” He made an angry gesture, cutting his fingers across his throat, telling her to stop talking. “But that doesn’t mean that’s always the right thing to do. Sometimes, working within the system is the right thing to do.”
     
    “Caroline, I love you.” Her heart swelled at the words. “But the system doesn’t work for guys like me. When we’re incredibly lucky, it just doesn’t work against us, but most of the time— dammit, it’s not simple. I want to make it simple, but it’s not.”
     
    She rubbed at her eyes before the tears could fall. “Yeah, I get it,” she said. Even though she didn’t, not really, and she knew that. She reached for him again, trying to pull him in tight, to recapture some of the comfort and magic of the night before, but he stepped away from her.
     
    “I had a key made for you a couple weeks ago,” he said. “It’s on the kitchen counter. I know you’re going to want some coffee. Lock up before you head out? I need to head over to the garage and see how much he’s freaking everyone out.”
     
    She wanted to say something else, anything else, but he was gone. Even though it took him a few minutes to find clothes, to get dressed, to go, he was already gone. She tried not to feel too — disappointed, too hurt, too angry, too anything — for fear that it would all swell up like a great white wave and