Too Wild To Ride (Steel Veins MC Romance, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

me tooth and fucking nail at every turn. For fuck's sake, Lawrence! You sent that dog, Rio, out to finish her off behind Deadeye's back. That was fucked up!” I tried to reign it in, but I was pissed.
    “It was for your own damn good, you stupid sonofabitch! She's a witness to your murder! How do you not fucking get that? Of all the shit you've done, there's no way in hell I was going to stand by and watch my only flesh and blood get hauled off to prison for killing the fuck that killed Bren!” Top roared. Through the phone, I could almost feel the spittle and anger coming off the man.
    “Yeah, well, maybe I should've been put away for that. It was my fault that Bren died but we shouldn't have been there at all. The Steel Veins have lost their way. There was a time where I'd have taken a bullet for every last one of our brothers, but now? Would you take a bullet for Rio? For Skinpipe? Lorenzo or Twisty? What's happened to us, man? I used to be so damn proud of the SR tattoos running up my arms. Now I just wanna carve them out.” I calmed back down.
    There was a long silence. Top knew my mind was made up.
    “Goddammit, Remy...” Top's tone filled with resignation. I knew he felt the shift, too. We'd never talked about it because some things were easier left unsaid. We were too proud to recognize it. Top still couldn't face it fully. “Word went out that a convenience store went up last night in Vegas. Even up there, Deadeye's got a few cops on the payroll. They didn't give him a name but he's convinced it's you. It's that damn Jap bike of yours that gave you away. He's got a KT en route. Hell, they're probably already in town. I can't call them off, Rem. I'm sorry.”
    “I don't want you to. Let Deadeye know that I'm at the Super 8, off 85.”
    He howled with indignation. “Why would I—”
    “Top. You gotta trust me this time. Who are they sending?”
    “They tapped Kale first, but once they told him how it all shook out and that it was you, Kale told them to 'get fucked.'” Kale was an old friend, he led one of the other kill teams. Top continued, “I think they settled on Lorenzo, unfortunately.”
    “Call Lorenzo directly and tell him where I am,” I told him.
    “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Top's voice was filled with incredulity. Like I knew it would be. Lorenzo was a sadist of the purest form. Neither of us liked the man but we were forced to respect the patch. He was a brother in strictly the most technical of senses.
    “You gotta make sure he gets here as fast as possible. If Deadeye's as pissed as you say, he'll be looking to make it mean and that's Lorenzo's team's specialty.” They were no joke. The worst we had to offer.
    “Fine, I’ll call the... I'll call him. But I'm tired of burying brothers! So you better know what you're fucking doing,” Top grumbled.
    Yeah, I'd better.
    Click.
    I let the phone drop and grabbed the rest of my shit. I needed to move fast. The front hallway and parking lot looked empty. I could see the Russian whore outside hobbling into the main check-in building. Looks like she snapped a heel and took a dive. I headed toward the same area but stayed on the second floor.
    Eight rooms over— the closest to the fire stairwell that led to the back of the building. I tapped on the door. Nothing. I moved to the next one and tapped a little louder. With my ear pressed against the wood, I could hear mumbling inside. Good. I knocked again, louder. I could break any of these doors in but I needed to be let inside so as to lock it behind me.
    “Fuck off!” The voice behind the door warned.
    I knocked again.
    “What'ya want? Who—” The door opened to the length the chain would allow. I threw my shoulder into it and busted through both the door and the fat fuck behind it. A woman screamed and covered herself with the sheets up to her nose. I already had my gun out, oscillating between them so no further protests were made. I closed the door quietly behind me.
    “Take