Raine Falling (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free PDF

know. When Diego said he would “take care of that,” the members of the Hells Saints smirked, thinking they knew exactly what that meant.
    On his part, Diego couldn’t get Raine out of his mind. He got hard every time he thought of her. Unbelievably gorgeous. Every guy in that fucking kitchen held his breath when they saw her. Brave too. Christ, just walking into that room took some guts. Then as cool as anything, she had put herself between her sister and a loaded gun. Tight little body when he held her against him. Plenty of long dark hair, smooth tanned skin, and deep blue eyes. Her little sister not bad either, as Gunner had pointed out several times. He had called them exotic little pieces. Diego had to agree.
    There was some other information that Diego had gone after but that was personal. He had paid a lot for the file, and it had Gino Abiatti’s name on it. As soon as Jamie let it out that the piece of shit holding Raine’s money had beaten and raped her, Abiatti was a dead man. Knowing that Friday night Raine was going to be putting herself in the path of that psycho, Diego had put a plan in place. But Raine going there early had fucked up his plan. And Gino had hurt her again. Abiatti had a lot to look forward to. Diego was gonna make sure he spent a whole lot of fucking time dying.
    He picked up his cell.

CHAPTER 7
    I laid my head on the cool tile after some totally nonproductive retching. My ass was up, my head was under the toilet, and I was clutching my stomach. Between the throbbing in my head, the hurt in my face, and the pain in my stomach, I thought I was going to die. The next wave of nausea hit me. I was clutching the sides of the toilet dry-heaving my innards out, when I felt a blessedly cool cloth on my forehead. For one insane desperate moment, I let my head lean against it and memories of my mom came washing over me.
    “Here, drink this,” said a voice that was definitely not my mom.
    A glass of something cold was gently pressed against my lips. Thickly shaved ice and water coated my throat. It tasted like heaven. I knew who was standing next to me, but I was too exhausted to give a shit or even wonder at the absurdity of it.
    Shakily I handed the glass back to him. When he reached down to fold me in his arms and carry me to my bed, I went with it. He gently covered my hot, dry body with the cool sheet. Then he held out a small white pill that I recognized as a Valium.
    “This will help you sleep.”
    I so wanted to end this day. Knowing that the little white pill would help that to happen, I took it and closed my eyes.
    I woke several hours later to a moonlit room feeling something warm touch my stomach. It was light and feathery. Just enough to wake me up, but not enough to keep me awake. I started to drift back to sleep. Sudden realization hit me. I shrank against the wall. My scream came out like a whimper, and I realized distantly that I was still punchy from the drug I had taken.
    He put his two fingers gently to my mouth and said, “Shhh. Easy, baby.”
    My whole body stiffened, and I put my hands out to stop him. He pulled me fast against him and wound his hand in my hair.
    “Relax. If I was gonna do you, it would have already happened.” Then he paused and added, “Many, many times over.”
    I stopped breathing and willed my mind to bring me somewhere else.
    “Look at me, Raine.” He tightened his hold on my hair and pulled my face towards him. His black eyes smiled down at me. There were two dimples denting the light scruff on his face.
    I got very still. Reaching back into the defenses of my mind, I did as I was told. I watched him watch me. His eyes touching every corner of my face. He took his thumb and ran it gently across my lips. When I instinctively ran the tip of my tongue across it, his eyes grew dark. He moved in closer. His eyes moved to my mouth, and then his lips slowly followed. He rained soft little kisses on the sides of my mouth, and that I didn’t mind at