Reverence: MC Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

back as soon as possible, and I believed him. I had no choice. I felt like a refugee.

    I wrapped a large towel around my body after stepping from the shower. With a hand towel, I wiped off the mirror and looked at my distorted reflection. I really was a woman without a home. There was no way I could go back to the Devil’s Branch, and as the daughter of the Devil’s Branch president, I wasn’t exactly expecting a warm welcome from the Rising Sons.

    Romero was a smooth talker, but it was going to take all of his skills to convince his club to stand up for us. The reflection stared back at me, every bit of color and clarity seeming to have vanished.

      With Romero gone, I was left alone with my thoughts. I had nothing but time to think about the roller coaster that was my life. For every great thing that happened, there was some tragedy close behind. Every high came crashing down. I shook myself out of the funk. I needed to do something to occupy my mind. Luckily, Romero’s place was a mess.

    After throwing on a T-shirt and pair of shorts that I kept at Romero’s, I started tidying up. With a little bit of music going and my hands busy, some of the numbness and confusion subsided. I knew there were many questions left unanswered, but until Romero got back, they would remain that way. There was no need to get myself worked up. I did that enough. It was time to start changing the way I lived.

    Romero was gone just long enough for me to start worrying. The Devil’s Branch would be out looking for anyone associated with the Sons. Every second that went. by I was sure that they had found him. Hearing a motorcycle pull into the drive, I peeked through the curtains. My hopes were that it was Romero, but it could’ve been a biker from either gang. My heart eased when I saw his familiar aviators.

    Once inside, he got right down to business, saying, “They want to meet you.”

    My heart pounded in my chest. What good could come of that? “Oh God, why?”

    “Well, for one thing, they want to make sure you are on the level. They’ve heard your name, but nobody knows you. They don’t generally fight for someone they haven’t met.” Romero must’ve seen my worry because he smiled “And they want to meet the girl who stole my heart.”

    I had to smile. As usual, Romero could make me feel better after almost anything. “Really?”

    He pulled me close, planting a hard kiss on my lips. My knees went weak against his strength. When he broke the kiss, I slowly opened my eyes. He bit his bottom lip in a way that made me quiver. “Really.”

    My nerves were shot as we drove to the Watering Hole, the bar that the Rising Sons called home base. They weren’t my enemy, but for the past six months, it had been drilled into me by my father and the Devil’s Branch. Romero had given me a little pep talk to try and calm me, but the closer we got, the tighter I held him on the back of his chopper.

    The place reminded me a lot of the bar that the Devil’s Branch called home. It had the same hole-in-the-wall feel that was probably designed to keep most of the weekend warriors away. It was a simple building, but you knew right away it was a biker hangout. The sign was barely visible, and it looked like the site of more than one scuffle. Anticipation was getting the better of me when Romero parked his bike next to at least a dozen more. A dozen bikers inside waiting to meet me, grill me, and judge me. Just fucking perfect.

    After taking off the helmet that Romero insisted I wear when I rode with him, I gave him my best let’s get this over with smile. “Hey, I know this isn’t easy for you. You probably feel like Dorothy just after the tornado drops her in Oz.”

    I looked around at the collection of custom bikes and painted Harleys. True, I had felt a little black and white earlier, but red and orange flames and colorful pin-ups weren’t exactly the Merry Old Land of Oz.

    I shook my head and rolled my eyes at Romero.