Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free PDF

verify. Bones was the only one of us that kept a legitimate job outside of the MC. He worked part-time as a doctor at a local methadone clinic. He was our easiest way to get drugs when we needed them. No one paid attention to the older soft-spoken doctor grabbing a few pain meds here and there. He was an asset to the MC, and he was trustworthy. I'm surprised Dad was even questioning his loyalty.
    Ace lit up a cigarette. “I was there. Slept there last night, but I didn't see nothin’, brother.”
    Rogue looked back at me. “Did you take a look at the security tapes?”
    I nodded. “Yeah, there wasn't anything on them. I didn’t even see the cars come in. It was like the whole place was dead last night.”
    Ryder sighed. “That wasn't a feed from last night.”
    I turned to look at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Yesterday was Tuesday. You should've seen half a dozen trucks on that feed, and a barge pass by at least once. If it was dead, it means the feed was from another night. Somebody tapped into our security footage.”
    “I thought you were taking care of the technology down there? Jesus, Ryder, can't you do one thing right?”
    He sucked his teeth at me. “Shut the hell up, Trista!”
    Pops laughed, his broad belly shaking beneath him. “Here we go. Another round of the Monroe’s.”
    Rogue chuckled at him. “Sometimes, I wish that Jerry wasn’t gone just for a little bit, so I wouldn’t constantly be the one to tell the two of you to shut the hell up.”
    We gave each other dirty looks, but we didn't open our mouths again.
    This time Rocco spoke. “Why the hell would anybody change the feed?”
    Rogue mumbled under his breath. “To steal from us. God dammit!”
    I cursed. “So, who do we think this is? Stealing engines and two shipments? This has got to be Las Almas.”
    Pop spoke up. “What would they do with that shit? They don’t know shit about cars. How would they even find a buyer?”
    Nobody spoke for a long moment. We had no idea how those Mexican asshats would find a buyer for two luxury vehicles overnight. We only got them in yesterday morning, so whoever stole them knew we had them in the warehouse, and that meant that it was someone close to us. We had a rat.
    “I’ll meet with Chen tomorrow. We'll figure out the shit with the shipment. Nobody gets paid until this is over. Got that?”
    Everybody nodded.
    “We've another matter to discuss. Cruz has been a good prospect now for a couple weeks, but we have another one coming into the mix. Blaze Taylor has asked to join the MC. Maya hired him as a mechanic; he's good with his hands.”
    Pops spoke up. “Are you talking about Stephen's boy?”
    I crossed my arms, and sat back in my chair. Rogue pretended not to notice, but I saw his eyes flash to me for a second.
    “I can see how somebody feels about that,” Pops remarked. He stroked his beard, looking directly at me.
    I sighed. “They left us! And I don't care if it was his mom's decision or not. His dad died and they peaced out. You don't leave the family, especially when you're raised in it.”
    Rogue glared at me. “You're right about just one thing there. He didn't make that decision. And I loved his old man like a brother. He, Pops, Buck, and I, we started this place. And if he wants it, then I say we let him!”
    The other guys pounded on the table, signifying that they supported Rogue. Prospect didn’t have to be a unanimous vote, so I knew I might as well give up.
    Rogue held up his gavel above the table. “All those in favor of allowing Blaze Taylor to join the Fallen Idols MC as a prospect, say aye.”
    It went around the table: first Ace, then Pops, Bones, and Rocco. Rev was shaking like a leaf as per usual. He was a freaking nut job, but he got out his vote. Axel, Ryder, and finally, myself. Everyone before me had said yes. “I don't like this, but fine. Aye.” This wasn't worth starting a beef with my own club over. This guy had grown up outside the