Unbreakable: Unrequited Part Two (Fallen Aces MC Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

He’s acting like a miffed girlfriend, and rightly so. We were best buddies when we were both given our prospect titles, and during the last few months the distance between us has grown to the point where anybody who didn’t know us would think we were near strangers.
    One of the club’s property girls makes her way down the stairs as I cross the common room toward the back doors. She has Abbey tucked under her arm, the kid’s hand wrapped around the older woman’s waist. The property’s head lifts—her name elusive to me—as we cross paths. I’ve never really bothered my time with her kind—not on first-name basis with the lot of them, like some of the guys around here. She gives me a weak smile and steers Abbey away.
    “Everything okay?”
    Her mouth twitches at the side and she runs an exasperated hand through her long bleach-blonde hair. “Nothing a bit of down-time won’t fix, eh Abbey?” She gives our live-in street rat a squeeze.
    The girl’s dark hair parts, falling away from her face as she looks up to me. Her eyes are red-rimmed and bloodshot. A crease on her chin gives away her determination not to cry again.
    “You sure it’s not more than that?” I ask the property.
    “We’ll be fine, King.” She strokes Abbey’s hair from her face and places a stiff, talon-tipped finger under her chin, forcing Abbey to look at her. “We don’t complain, do we?”
    What the fuck is this whore on about? We don’t complain. About what?
    I fix my gaze on Abbey as she pulls free of the property’s hold. “What happened, Abbey?”
    The attention, the grilling—it’s getting to her. She tugs on a lock of her hair and shrugs out of the woman’s grasp. The whore tries to wrangle her back. A hiss escapes the terrified girl as she backs towards the bar, boxed in and unable to escape. The kid’s almost as much animal as she is human. What the fuck happened to her to make her like this?
    “Abbey?” I ask again softly, body-blocking the bitch who scowls as she tries to grab a hold of Abbey’s arm.
    “Corinne. What’s goin’ on?” Callum calls out from his spot on the sofa.
    Corinne. Knew I should know her name.
    “Nothing,” she singsongs back before mumbling under her breath as she lunges for Abbey. “Get over here, you little bitch.”
    I halt Corinne in her tracks with a stiff forearm across her chest. To both of our surprise, Abbey lunges for me and wraps her bony arms around my waist. Her feet leave the floor and she climbs me like a monkey, wriggling around my torso until she hangs on my back. My side burns, and pain shoots through me in two sharp spikes, but I ignore the inconvenience for the comfort it gives the kid.
    Corinne steps back, her arms crossed over her chest as Abbey and I make our way opposite to where I was initially headed and out to the garage. I’ve seen the little street rat on occasion hanging out with Fingers; it’s one of her safe places. The kid should be okay enough around him to tell me what the fuck happened back there. Yeah, I’ve got my own trouble to sort out, but there is no way in conscious hell I could see what was going down right in front of me and walk away, let alone turn a blind eye.
    It’s not in my nature.
    “Hey, Ratbag,” Fingers greets as Abbey slides from my back. “How’s my right-hand girl?”
    She looks between the two of us and then walks away to a pile of tools Fingers has on the worktop. We watch her in silence as she climbs up on the wooden workspace and begins the methodical task of putting the items away in their places on the shadow board.
    “She okay?” Fingers asks, still watching Abbey sort and house.
    “Nope. Somethin’ went down that Corinne was trying to brush off as nothin’. I don’t buy a bar of it.”
    “Don’t trust that bitch,” Fingers says with a scowl. “Leave the kid with me and I’ll get her to spill.”
    I give the guy a slap on the back. “Thanks, brother.”
    He has no family that I know of; Fingers