King Cobra (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

information with her. Who was after them? Why?
     
    Eve curled her fingers a little tighter around the steaming mug and let the warmth seep into her. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that a personal revenge was ten times worse than any club rivalry. Personal revenge meant that the person would not stop in front of anything or anyone. It meant they would pursue it ruthlessly and relentlessly, and that unless Lind really got to them before they got to him, Eve was as good as dead, no matter how many men Lind put outside her door and inside her apartment.
     
    Try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to be as terrified as she felt she should be. She was oddly lucid about the whole thing, and what was really killing her about the whole affair was that she didn’t have the information she felt she needed to protect herself. Lind was treating her like some helpless girl who wasn’t smart enough to be involved in her own protecting. It made Eve’s blood boil.
     
    One thing was certain, however: she was not going to go back to the Diamondbacks’ headquarters. She was not going to live like a recluse until this—whatever this was—was taken care of.
     
    The kitchen’s door opened then, and Lind walked in. He looked fully alert, like he had not been sleeping soundly only a couple of minutes ago.
     
    “I hope that’s coffee,” he said, giving her a weak smile that told her he was testing the waters.
     
    Eve was in no mood for tests. “It’s tea,” she said curtly. “You can make coffee for yourself if you’d like, you know where everything is.”
     
    Lind nodded and set about to do just that. They remained silent while the coffee brewed, and that silence stretched on until Lind was seated across from her at the kitchen table, nursing a steaming mug.
     
    He took a hearty sip and sighed in contentment. “Did you get any sleep?” he asked her after a few more silent minutes had trickled by.
     
    Eve shrugged. “Some.”
     
    “I know it’s scary—”
     
    “I’m not scared.”
     
    “Oh?”
     
    He seemed surprise, and that fact alone sent a new wave of anger down Eve’s spine.
     
    “I can’t be scared if I don’t know what’s going on,” she said.
     
    Lind sighed. “Isn’t knowing that someone’s after you enough?”
     
    “No,” Eve said. “It’s not.”
     
    Lind set down his mug and captured her gaze, holding it in place with his impossibly blue eyes. “I told you, Eve,” he said, quietly but firmly, “you need to trust me.”
     
    “I do,” she said, and she meant it. “And you need to trust me .”
     
    He seemed genuinely confused. “I trust you.”
     
    “It doesn’t feel like it.”
     
    Lind frowned. “What do you mean?”
     
    Eve stared at him. He wasn’t faking it. He really didn’t get it. How could he not? How did he not realize that his constant keeping her in the dark was most certainly not a sign of trust, no matter his reasons?
     
    “Whatever you’ve done to prompt this person to come after you and everyone around you is your business, I guess,” she conceded. “But whatever he might do to put his revenge into action is my business. I’m the one who’s being threatened. I deserve to know how, and by whom.”
     
    Lind stared at her. He was clearly considering what she had just said, but when he spoke again, he didn’t give her any satisfaction. “I guess that makes sense,” he said. “But I still think it’s best if you know less about it.”
     
    “Why?” Eve exploded in frustration. “Why is that best?”
     
    “Because you may leave me if you knew!” Lind finally snapped. “And you just can’t leave until I know you’re safe!”
     
    Eve blinked, taken aback by his outburst. “Do you really think I didn’t know what I was signing up for when I started this thing with you?” she said. “I know you’re no saint, Lind. But guess what, saints don’t interest me.”
     
    Lind shook his head. It was like he hadn’t even heard her.