Purge (Death Crusaders Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free PDF

your bubble
sweetie, but they’re comin’ off.”
    I play at resisting but we
both know what I want and we both know Blade also gets what he wants. Soon
words give way to other uses for lips, tongues, and mouths as passion escalates
to an indescribable intensity. It’s like my whole body is a giant bundle of
nerves singing the praises of Blade bedroom talents.
    As much as I’m throwing
myself into the sex play, every time his hand or mouth touches a scar or a
discolored patch from the skin grafts I hit a stone wall and all the good
feelings are spirited away by my unresolved past issues. We don’t halt our
lovemaking but we both know I have drifted off again. The playfulness has gone
and so has the deep connection we were feeling in the beginning. It’s not to
say it wasn’t enjoyable or satisfying because it was. It’s just that I grow
tired of my past colliding with my present and I’m sure Blade feels the same on
some level. As these less than pleasurable thoughts permeate my consciousness I
begin to slip into a deep, grateful sleep.

 
     
    Chapter Five
    Secrets and Lies

    Four Days Later…
     
    I have to get out of here.
I’ve been a homebody for almost a week and I can’t stand it anymore. If I don’t
get out of here today I’ll end up burning the house down. I had no idea how
long it would take to heal from supposedly a minor bullet wound. At least now
when I walk I can do it without limping but I still haven’t gotten the spring
back in my step. Shouldering my backpack I step out of apartment and take a
deep breath. My plan today is to just go downtown and sit and have some good
coffee. I saw a Pete’s coffee on the way into town and that’s where I’m headed.
I’m on my way out to the corner to wait for my taxi. I could have asked for a
ride but I really don’t feel like being babysat. I’m not on the curb for two
minutes when a white sedan approaches me. The window comes down in the back and
a man leans out.
    “Are you Jennifer Clarkson?”
He asks me.
    I nod without thinking.
    He holds out an envelope and
tosses it on the curb in front of me.
     “Wait!” I holler. “Who gave
this to you? What is it?”
    “Relax, it’s not a bomb. Just
read it.” He says as the car speeds off.
    It’s a white envelope with my
name scrawled on the outside.  I open it up. There’s just a phone number and
nothing else. I have to call it of course. I wait until I’m in the back of the
taxi before calling. A female voice answers just before I hang up.
    “Hello?”
    “Hi uh I’m-”
    “Let’s not use names here, I
know who you are.” She says quickly.
    “Okay…so what do we do then?”
    “We go someplace where we can
talk candidly.” The strange woman replies.
    “Okay. I was just about to go
for coffee.” I reply. “In fact I’m waiting for a taxi now.”
    “Well… I can come and get
you,” She says. It’ll save you the fare.”
    “Why don’t you tell me where
to meet you and I’ll just have the taxi take me there. It should be here in
about ten minutes.”
    “Let’s meet at the
Metropolitan Bakery over on Pine Street.” She instructs.
    “Okay.” I reply. “I can
probably be there in twenty minutes.”
    “Alright, I’ll see you then.”
She says.
    “Wait, what will you be
wearing?”
    “A wheelchair.” She replies
before disconnecting the call.
    After she hangs up my head
begins spinning. This is so weird. She must have some information about Alex’s
death or she wouldn’t be contacting me. Five minutes later my taxi pulls up.
    “The Metropolitan Bakery on
Pine.” I tell the driver.
    “Yes ma’am.” He replies.
    I barely watch the scenery go
by, I’m so distracted. The ride feels like it takes an hour but it probably
didn’t even take the twenty minutes I’d guessed. I give the driver a twenty and
a ten when I get out. I walk into the bakery and spot her right away. She looks
to be about thirty years old and very pretty. Before being bound to the chair
I’d say she