GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

Death Heads? Why are they looking for you?”
    “I overheard something I wasn’t supposed to.”
    “And what was that?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    He folded his arms and stared at her. “ Un -complicate it.”
    “They were talking about a man they had planted in some other gang.”
    “You mean another MC?”
    She shrugged. “I guess so, if that’s what you call it.”
    Ghost studied her. She may be clueless about the MC world, but she was far from stupid. “You catch the name of that other club by chance?”
    “Devil something, I think. But then they used an acronym.”
    “The Devil Kings? The DKs?”
    “Yes. That was it.”
    “What about them?”
    “This guy they planted, they were talking about how they were going to use him to get all the information they needed to take that club out of Georgia. They want the state. Not just that state. If this works, they plan to do the same thing in Alabama and Louisiana.”
    His arms came unfolded at this news. “Those are Evil Dead states.”
    She nodded, shrugging. “I guess so. I don’t really know about all that. I just know what I heard. They want the entire Gulf Coast under their control. I heard them say that the only thing standing in their way were the DKs in Georgia and the Evil Dead in Alabama and Louisiana.”
    “You overheard all that?”
    She nodded.
    “Jessie, nobody just ‘overhears’ MC business.”
    “ I did.”
    “How? Where?”
    “I…I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, okay?”
    “Jessie.” He glared at her. “Tell me.”
    She blew out a breath. “I just happened to wander into the back of this bar in Sturgis. I was looking for the restroom, and I overheard a few of them talking.”
    Ghost knew there were holes in this story. MCs were not known for discussing business just anywhere, unless perhaps they thought of the bar as their territory. Clubs were known to stake claim to bars while they were in town. And if that were the case, it was possible they would feel comfortable talking in a back room. But hell, there’d be guards. Someone making sure no civilians got close. No. Something was off about this story. “You just happened upon a meeting and got close enough to hear every word?”
    “Well…”
    “Jess.”
    “I was hiding, actually.”
    “From who?”
    “Um, well, this guy was hitting on me, wouldn’t leave me alone. I dashed in the back, but instead of going in the restroom, I went down a hall and hid when he followed. I was going to come out when suddenly all these Death Heads trouped down the hall and I was trapped. I was in a tiny broom closet, but it shared a wall with some office behind it. I could hear everything through the wall.”
    “They found you?”
    She nodded. “I got away. But they’ve been hunting me ever since.”
    “Jesus Christ.” His eyes slid over her, taking in her words. “They’re not gonna just give up and go away, Jess.” He turned then, moving to the door, his arm on the frame and his eyes scanning the horizon as the ramifications of it all rolled through him. “Holy fuck.”
    “Ghost.” He heard her soft voice whisper behind him. She had no clue. No fucking clue just how deep this shit was. It wasn’t just that they were after her. It was what she knew. That was some damning information. They’d stop at nothing to silence her.
    He turned, his hand dropping from the doorframe as he shook his head. “Jessie, I don’t think you realize—”
    She cut him off. “How much trouble I’m in? I know, Ghost. I know those are dangerous men.”
    “They’ll kill you.” He couldn’t be any more blunt than that.
    She swallowed and nodded. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I understand if you don’t want any part of it, if you don’t want to get involved.”
    “Christ, babe, you really think I’d walk away from this? From you?” he asked, stunned. “You really think that low of me? That I’d just throw you to the wolves and not look back?” He watched her eyes