Stone (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

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    Seeing as how it hadn’t been our first meeting about dissolving the club’s relationship, we wrapped up our little powwow in a half hour. Turned out Rafael Carrillo was indeed a man of his word. It took some time—a year and two months, to be exact—but we were finally at the turning point, and we welcomed it with open fucking arms. Not only would the Knights Corruption be on the way to legitimacy, but our enemy would fall to their knees, never to recover enough to be a threat to us ever again.
    “If there’s anything you need, just let me know,” Carrillo offered, shaking Marek’s hand while we all stood back at the threshold of the entrance to the club.
    “And if you ever want a free lap dance, you let me know.” Marek grinned, slapping Carrillo’s shoulder in a good-natured gesture. We remained close-knit, saying our good-byes when I saw movement from the corner of my eye. For some reason, I knew to give whoever was standing there my full attention. I’d only been half engaged anyway, allowing Marek to take the lead, as he should have being the Knights’ president.
    Slowly turning my head, I lay witness to Sully crouching near the bar, and as if I were watching in slow motion, I saw the glass she was holding slip from her grasp and crash to the floor. There had been other noises floating through the air, mainly from some of the men laughing and ragging on each other, mixed with music pumping out of the surrounding speakers. For some reason, though, the glass breaking into tiny shards rang out loud, drawing a few other people’s attention. Marek, Carrillo and Yanez not being a part of them.
    Sully’s eyes practically popped out of her beautiful head, her face stark white as if she’d seen a goddamn ghost. She suddenly started shaking, and the weird thing was that she was looking directly at us. Before I even made a move, she bent down and started cleaning up the mess she’d made, but there was something in her body language that put me on full alert.
    Fear.
    She was fucking riddled with it.
    Striding across the open space then approaching her slowly so as not to startle her, I bent down and grabbed the last few pieces of broken glass. Reaching for her hand, I gently helped her to her feet and that’s when I saw it. She’d been crying, her breaths short and choppy as she tried her best to control herself.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, guiding her to sit on one of the empty bar stools. Standing in front of her, I turned around slightly and followed her gaze; when I realized who she was staring at, I frowned. Did she know Carrillo and Yanez?
    Internally balking at my own stupid question, I realized she had to know them, simply because the Savage Reapers had an ongoing deal with them. Well, until today, at least. No more.
    “That man,” she whispered, averting her eyes to stare at her trembling hands resting in her lap.
    “Which one?”
    “I can’t be here,” she suddenly declared, trying to rise from the stool but stumbling, the metal legs of her seat screeching across the floor. The noise pierced the air and drew her husband’s attention. Unfortunately, it also drew the attention of our guests .
    As soon as Sully realized all three men were staring in our direction, she panicked. If I thought her complexion was white before, she looked like she was about to faint, all the blood draining from her face in rapid fashion.
    Grabbing her shoulders, I tried to make her focus on me, but she was too lost to whatever was happening inside that head of hers. Shaking her did nothing but irritate my friend, who was briskly walking toward the both of us.
    “What the hell is goin’ on?” Marek asked sternly, reaching for his wife’s hand and pulling her close. “What’s wrong, Sully?” He physically had to turn her face so she would look at him; otherwise, her stare was latched on to the two men standing by the door.
    “That man . . .” she repeated, her breath leaving her lungs in a desperate