Railed (Courage MC #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

the tears from my eyes. There was no use in crying. I had to do what I always did: Pick myself up and get on with my life. It was hard, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
    “Honey, if I were you, I wouldn’t worry about others. The star always gets the worst of it. As for me, I have a good resumé. I have opportunity still. Frankly, in about three months time, I’ll be fine. Thank God, my house is paid off already.” I looked at him angrily. “Don’t worry. I’ll put in a good word wherever I go. You’ll still get work, trust me.”
    “Yeah, I’ll get work as some label assistant or something. Or even worse, a PR agent. Jesus Christ, Jack. This is all messed up. Well, I’ll call you later I guess.” I started to walk way. I wasn’t even going to look back, but Jack called out.
    “Wait! Do you need a place to crash?” He asked me. This wasn’t the first time he had offered me a place to stay. Though I could tell he was being friendly, he used to flirt with me constantly. I eventually had to tell him I didn’t go for nice guys like him. I think he slightly resented me ever since. I still wasn’t convinced he was even straight.
    “I think I’ve got it covered, Jack.” I said, laughing and shaking my head. “Call you tomorrow.”
    I got in my car and put my head on the steering wheel. Okay, Hope . This is just a slight hiccup. Everyone goes through them. You can get through this like everyone else. But the truth was, I was scared.
    After college, my father died. An O.D. the doctors told my family. We lost everything that day. My mom lost a husband, my sister and I lost my father, and my family started to make less and less sense. We eventually split apart. My sister went to Kansas, got involved in drugs, or so I’ve been told. I haven’t talked to her in years. My mom simply shut down. She lives in the same house as before, quietly waiting for her death. She won’t accept my calls. It’s tragic shit, but this was my life.
    So when I got the call that the label liked my first record, I was stunned. It was a huge breath of fresh air for me. But when I called my mom, she simply said ‘Don’t call here again’ and hung up the phone. So yeah, today was a bad a day.
    I put the keys into the ignition and started the car. Avery. I thought. He’s the only one I can trust right now. It was odd. When I first met him, he seemed to be the least trustworthy person on this planet. Now he was the last one I could trust. I pushed my foot against the pedal of my BMW and took off, headed back in the direction from where I came.
    Fuck it. Nothing mattered at this point. Time to start at point zero.
    I got to his house in 10 minutes flat. When you drive 80 miles per hour, your bound to get to your destination on time. That, or crash. Luckily, I was still standing, headed for that familiar doorstep. I went to ring the buzzer, but realized there was no buzzer to be rung. That’s odd, I thought to myself. There wasn’t even a doorknob. Instead, there was a key code. I knocked on the door and took two steps back, waiting.
    “Please be home,” I whispered, bouncing on the heels of my feet.
    Like clockwork, Avery opened his door. He had the same denim jeans on, complete with his leather vest. The words ‘COURAGE OR DEATH’ were embedded onto the back. “Hope?” He blurted out.
    “I need your help.” I said, feeling my face turn red hot. It was embarrassing to say the least. In the past I would have never asked a guy like him. In the past, I would have thought he was a piece of trash. Not worth my time.
    “Well, well, well.” he laughed, eating a bowl of cereal. “Do come in.” He moved to the side, letting me through.
    We walked through the kitchen, the comforting smell of pancakes lingered through the room, and we sat down in his living room. A big screen TV was playing an old movie loudly. “What movie is that?” I asked nonchalantly.
    “Easy Rider!” He blurted out, nearly spilling his bowl. He