Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5) Read Online Free PDF

blanket, my hand flaps around in the air until it connects with the bucket.
    “Thanks.”
    “Think you can keep some water down? I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
    I groan at the thought. I never want to eat or drink anything again.
    “You don’t have to stay with me. I’m okay.”
    He snorts. “I ain’t leaving you alone like this. Go back to sleep.”
    “Okay.”
    Eventually I drift off.
     

 
     
    ‘Round midnight, Teller steps in the front door. Before he can open his loud mouth, I motion for him to be quiet.
    “What up?” he whispers.
    “She’s sick.”
    “Aw, fuck. She said she didn’t feel well this morning.”
    Setting aside my jealousy, I curl my finger at him to come closer.
    “Can you sit with her? I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen. She just finished baking all her cookies when she got sick.”
    “Yeah, sure. Bring me back a cookie.”
    I mutter a “fuck you” at him and he laughs.
    Teller takes my place on the couch and even though I don’t want to leave, I do. ‘Cause if I know Trinity, sick or not, she’ll be up tomorrow fixing up the kitchen.
    When I’m done with the clean up, I poke around in the fridge. Annoyed I can’t find what I want, I slam the door.
    Teller’s still awake, staring at the tree when I walk back into the living room.
    He tips his chin up at the tree. “You get that for her?”
    “Nah. Z did. Rock got her those little lights.”
    He just nods in return. “That’s cool.”
    “How’s Bug?”
    A grin lights up my friend’s face. He loves that lil’ brat something fierce. “She’s good. Got some boy from school sniffin’ around her. Murphy all but pissed around the house to scare him away.”
    I gotta slap my hand over my mouth, so I don’t bark out a laugh that wakes Trin up. “Nice.”
    I’m so tense and on edge, I can’t sit still. “I’m gonna run out and get some ginger ale or somethin’ for her. She’s gonna get dehydrated and feel ten times worse if she doesn’t drink somethin’. You’ll sit with her?”
    “Yeah, no problem. You want me to run out and grab stuff? Not much is gonna be open, you’ll have to go all the way down into Empire.”
    “Nah, it’s fine.”
     
    My first stop is Crystal Ball. I find Rock sitting at the bar watching the door, looking miserable as fuck.
    “What up, prez?”
    He gives me a weary smile. CB is depressing as hell tonight. At least to me it is. But the girls have decorated the fuck out of the place and that’s what I’m after.
    I slide onto the stool next to him and signal Willow to bring me a bottle of water.
    Rock, as always, is no bullshit. “I know you didn’t come here for a lap dance, so what do you want?”
    Someone’s extra cranky tonight. “Trin’s not feeling well. Ran out to get a few things for her. Just thought I’d see if you needed any help here.”
    He raises an eyebrow at me. “She okay?”
    “Yeah. Teller’s sittin’ with her. Everything all right here?”
    He shrugs. “Girls say they’re makin’ bank. No one’s started any trouble. So, I guess.”
    “You coulda made one of the other guys deal with this.”
    He waves his hand in the air, dismissing my suggestion. “Nah. The guys that got families to go home to should do that. I’m fine.”
    It’s suicide to ask my next question, but I do it anyway. I’m kinda stupid that way. “You talk to Hope yet?”
    Rock glares at me.
    “First holiday without her husband. Probably rough on her.”
    More glaring.
    “How long you gonna wait?”
    His jaw twitches. “Couple more months.”
    I nod. Really, I just want him to get this bitch out of his system. I hate seeing my best friend so twisted over some civilian woman who’ll probably make his life miserable.
    Giving him a hearty slap on the back, I slide off my stool and head toward his office.
    Bingo. All the stores might be closed now, but I can do my shopping right here.
    The girls weren’t very subtle. There’s mistletoe up over Rock’s door. And strung up