Chasing Allie (Breaking Away Series #2) Read Online Free PDF

give me hope for a future together.
    “Thanks,” I murmur, feeling fuzzy and good. I reach into my pocket to pay him back for the snacks and coffee.
    He looks at the bills I hand him like they’re dog poop. “You have got to be fucking kidding me, Allie. I don’t need your money. Save it for L.A. You’ll need it to live on.”
    “I don’t—”
    “I make plenty on my own.” He leans against the parking guard rail again and drinks his coffee. He’s taken off his jacket and sweat molds his tattered white t-shirt to his chest. The large winged wheel tattoo peeks out.
    I frown. It hurts, the skin feeling like it might tear. “How?” From the expression on his face I realize I might be heading into dangerous territory, but he’s a member of a motorcycle gang, right? I’d imagine he doesn’t earn a living selling Girl Scout cookies.
    “From selling drugs to four year olds,” he says, not looking at me.
    “Oh,” I say in a small voice.
    He makes a noise of disgust in the back of his throat and sighs. “Allie, I don’t sell drugs to kids who watch Sesame Street . I don’t sell drugs, period. It’s David who helps me earn my money.” Folding the bills I handed to him in half, he tucks the money in my palm.
    “David?” I’m really confused now. “How does David help you make money?” I knew David would never sell drugs. Not in a million years. His older sister is a huge meth addict and he is horrified by what has become of her. Their parents are heartbroken. David’s dad is the postmaster in town, and his mom is a nurse’s assistant at the retirement home in town. Our moms used to work together when mine was alive. Drugs aren’t something that is part of their lives. 
    Until now.
    Leslie is a barfly a few towns over now, living in some musician’s trailer and supposedly selling herself for drugs. David wants nothing to do with that life. His parents have tried over and over to save her. Everything they give to her gets sold for drug money. The grip of meth is so strong. Learning that Jeff deals it makes me want to throw up. So there’s no way David would deal meth.
    “Remember we told you how David hooked my videos on YouTube up with an advertising account?” Chase says, drinking more of his coffee, calming down. I sense he’s hurt about something, but either I’m too confused, too tired, or too dense to understand what’s going on.
    “Yeah?”
    “Me and David make enough money off that so I don’t need to sell drugs or do most of the crap ass shit my dad wants me to do for Atlas.” My mind fixates on the word most . Most. He does some , though.
    Which leaves me wondering as my big mouth opens up and I say, “What do you do for Atlas, then?” 
    His face closes up. “I deliver money. Not drugs.”
    “Who do you deliver it to?”
    As the sunlight mutes a little, the smooth skin of Chase’s face takes on a really burnished look. He’s sun-battered from being on his bike and exposed to nature so much. I’ve never been around a guy close in age to me who is such a man. David’s still mostly boy, and even though Chase is just a few years older than me, he feels like he’s so mature.
    As he struggles to answer me, someone on a motorcycle shoots past so fast my eardrums rattle inside my head. It feels like someone put a guitar string in my ear and twanged it. I hold my palms over my ears and Chase looks down the road after the bike, perplexed.
    “That’s a Mephist, and he’s gotta be doing a hundred and ten or more. Damn,” he says with a low whistle.
    A cop car shoots past just then. I’m glad my ears are already covered.
    “A Mephist? The rival motorcycle gang?” 
    Chase nods, eyes still on the back of the cop car. “Wonder what’s up.” His phone buzzes just then.
    He ignores it.
    “Are you going to answer that?” I ask.
    His lips twist into a sneer. “Nope.”
    “Is it your dad?” I finish my coffee and pitch the cup in the trash can next to the guardrail.
    Chase ignores