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

life, so he probably wouldn't even make it a month, and then he’d be gone again. I couldn’t trust myself around him, and the MC was no place to find a love connection. With him gone, he would be one more thing I wouldn’t have to worry about.
    Rogue stood and went to a small wardrobe we kept in the room. He pulled out a cut, and a prospect patch.
    The men started to get up from the table. “Wait, I have something else,” I added quickly.
    Pops looked at me. “What’s up, honey?”
    “I have it on good authority that Las Almas is running drugs in Brooks Landing. Big drugs possibly.”
    Rogue passed Pops the cut. His demeanor changed in a second. Moments ago, he was happy to add a new member. Now, he looked angry and short tempered. “We’ll give this to the kid later. Ace, you stay. We need to talk.” Everyone else nodded and left. We knew what a discussion between our two highest ranking officers meant. War.

EIGHT
    BLAZE
    I was cleaning bar glasses as I watched all of the members of the MC emerge from church. I was going to have to get used to that phrase. As a Catholic myself, I went to mass every Sunday. I understood why they called it that; it was the only place that they were honest. For me, mass was a place to repent my sins, all the horrible things I'd done the week before.
    I was a good man, albeit a dangerous one, but I was essentially good. I took care of my ma and my little sister, and I made promises to them that I kept. The one promise I'd broken was that Ma wanted me to stay out of the life. I couldn't help wonder what had been so damn important that my father had been killed for it, and that he felt that his death was honorable.
    I loved my father. I remembered the time that he took me to the park, and we sat on the swings for hours while my ma held Juliet as a baby. We'd eaten a picnic lunch, and were completely carefree. That was, until a cop showed up and questioned my dad, about what I couldn't remember. What I did remember was what my father told me that day about police.
    Never trust them. They don't know what it's like to be us.
    “Jack and Coke,” the girl with the dark hair and neck tattoo instructed .
    “Your name isn’t Kelly.” I said simply. I had figured out who she was. I'd remembered Maya saying she was pregnant when I was a kid. They picked out a name and everything by the time that we left. Trista.
    I admired her Latina features, voluptuous breasts, and nice curvy ass while I waited for her to respond. She was a tough girl in a man’s world, and I could admire that about her. I looked into her eyes, noticed little gold flakes amongst the dark brown.
    “No, it’s not. But you also failed to mention you’re Stephen Taylor’s son. The family who left us.”
    “Didn’t seem important to a biker girl. Now to a Fallen Idol, it might matter.”
    “It does matter.”
    I leaned toward her, “Does it matter than I also know how to make you moan?”
    Her face flushed but she tried to appear tough. “No, now I asked for a drink.”
    I was still cleaning the glass. “Yeah, sorry. What was it that you wanted?”
    She sighed heavily. “Just move out of my way. I'll make it my damn self.”
    She walked around the bar, and made her drink within seconds. “You know, other people are waiting for drinks, and since I had to make my own, you're free to serve them.”
    God, she was sassy. I walked down to the end of the bar where a couple of the other guys asked for beers. I pulled out a few bottles, and cracked them open for them. They nodded to me, but then turned their eyes to Trista. She was still standing behind the bar, close to me, so close I could smell her perfume. It was a gentle mix of coconut and honey. Sweet, but not overwhelming, until I brushed against her, while grabbing another glass. I glanced down, and noticed her chest practically falling out of the zipped up leather that she had restraining those beautiful mounds. She raised an eyebrow at me. “See something you