CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) Read Online Free PDF

mouth pulled up. Oh, it was anything but fine, judging by her tone and body language. Obviously, his VP
saw it, too.
    Cole
leaned forward. “Piece of advice, babe. Lose the attitude.”
    Shannon
folded her arms and leaned back against the seat. Crash could tell it was
costing her dearly to sit there and say nothing in response.
    Cole
looked at her and nodded toward Crash. “Give him the money.”
    She
reached into her handbag and pulled out a thick envelope. She held it out to
Crash.
    He
took it, opened the flap and thumbed through the stack. Fifty one-hundred
dollar bills. Then he whistled low. “That’s a pretty sight.”
    Apparently
satisfied, Cole grabbed his glass up off the table and slid out of the booth
without another word to her. As he passed by Crash propped on the barstool, he
paused next to him, leaned in and mouthed silently, “She’s all yours, brother.”
    Crash
made a barely perceptible nod of his head, his eyes moving to Shannon as he
stood and slid the envelope in the back pocket of his jeans.
    Cole
continued to the bar, where he downed the rest of his drink, set his glass on
the bar and gave a chin lift to Marty. He turned and headed towards the door.
    Crash
watched Shannon as her eyes tracked him.
    “Where’s
he going?” she asked, her attention swinging back to Crash.
    “He’s
got actual important shit to do that doesn’t involve babysitting.”
    She
squinted her eyes at him, as if to say ‘very funny’.
    A
moment later, Red Dog walked over, grabbed her bag off the floor and headed out
the door.
    She
looked from him, then back to Crash, questioningly.
    “It’s
just you and me, babe,” Crash informed her. He watched the emotions cross her
face, and he’d bet the farm she was second guessing her decision to come here.
But, as much as her attitude grated on him, he couldn’t help but empathize with
the vulnerability that, for just a moment, flashed in her eyes. It was there
and gone so quickly, he would have missed it, if he hadn’t been watching her
beautiful eyes so closely. “I think you need a drink.”
    “I
think I need two .”
    “Come
on, darlin’. Let’s move this party to the bar,” he said, nodding toward where
Marty was standing wiping the bar top down. Then he stood and extended his hand
to her. He watched as her eyes moved from his extended hand to his face, and
then she slipped her hand in his. He closed his hand gently around her much
smaller one, and she slid from the booth.
    Crash
led her to the bar, pulled out a barstool for her and couldn’t help but let his
eyes stray over the length of her legs as she hiked a hip onto the stool. He
smiled. “What’ll you have, darlin’?”
    Marty
looked at her, waiting for her order. She considered a moment before replying,
“Mudslide. But instead of vodka, could you substitute coconut rum, please?”
    Marty
smiled. “That’s a new one, but sure.”
    Crash
set his glass on the bar. “And a refill for me, Marty.”
    Marty
moved off to make their drinks, and Crash dug in his hip pocket to pull out
some folded money held with a money clip. He slid a twenty off the top and laid
it on the bar.
    “I
just gave you an envelope full of money. Why aren’t you using that?” Shannon
asked him.
    His
head swiveled to look at her as he slid the clip back on. “This is my treat, Princess.”
    “Oh.”
    “You’re
welcome.” Although he didn’t get the response he’d hoped for, at least she had
it in her to look slightly embarrassed at his subtle dig that she hadn’t had
the manners to say thank you.
    She
nodded toward his hand. “My father uses a money clip. I didn’t expect to see a
man like you using one.”
    The
corner of his mouth pulled up as he slid it back into his pocket. “A ‘man like
me’?”
    She
looked truly embarrassed then. “You know what I mean.”
    He
leaned his folded arms on the bar and looked at her. “No, Shannon, I don’t
think I do.”
    “A
biker,” she elaborated with a shrug. “I thought