Unrequited (Fallen Aces MC #1) Read Online Free PDF

left and then right, trying to lose myself as the tears break over my cheeks, getting pushed away by the air that rushes past my face.
    I need to call it off with him. Mama will understand if I tell her I need to stay in America a bit longer. I can do this on my own—I can raise what I need to get back to Cuba without his help. I need to get out from under is control before it’s too late.
    But therein lies my problem.
    With men like Carlos, you can never truly get away.

FIVE
    King
    two days later
    We’re going to war.
    The Blood Eagles take on our territory didn’t go down well at the table. Callum and I managed to relay what had happened without giving away our suspicions of a rat inside our walls. A forewarned rat is a prepared rat, and I’d like this asshole to get what’s coming his way when he least expects it.
    Our VP, Twig, passes me a full bottle as he joins me at one of the tables dotted over the common room. It’s a usual Friday night with the brothers who work nine-to-five during the week filtering in for their weekly wind-down.
    “You all good?” He stares at the busty redhead who dances on the table between us.
    “Yeah, I think so.” It shook me up some at the start, but the more time passes, the more I forget how badly things could have turned out if that bullet had hit me somewhere other than my arm. “You think we’ll pull this off?”
    “Can’t believe you’re fuckin’ asking.” He pulls a twenty out and stands to hook it in the dancer’s underwear. She’s barely covered in a lacy thong and no bra.
    I should watch her dance—damn near every man in the room watches her dance. But my interest in the opposite sex hasn’t been the same since that stop-off in Kansas City. Watching one of the property girls do her thing used to be some kind of guilty pleasure, but now . . . nothing feels right about it.
    I busy myself and fidget with notches and dents on the table top, picking at an old knife mark with my nail. “The Eagles have prepped for this. Probably since before they decided they’d ambush us the other day,” I point out. “I’m wonderin’ if we’re goin’ in blind—if we need to take more time to prepare.”
    Twig nods and screws his lips up in thought. “Apex wants to start out small—a few idle threats to see if they’ll back off.”
    I nod, knowing what he refers to: Molotov cocktails in the right door, taking one of their officers for a beat down and a shake up—the usual things that pass on the message we’re not going to lie down like dogs.
    The woman climbs down off the table, teetering over to one of the older brothers after he beckons her. Thank fuck for that. Twig leans forward and slides his elbow into the now empty space. “You sure you’re feelin’ okay?”
    “Never better. Why?” I take a nervous gulp of my beer and do what I can to jam all thoughts of Elena to the back of my mind. The man’s like a fucking clairvoyant—it seriously creeps me out some days.
    “You haven’t paid any mind to that dark-haired thing just there who’s been givin’ you the eye.”
    I look to my left, where he points with a tattooed finger. “Abbey?”
    “That her name?” he teases. He knows full well who she is.
    Abbey’s some street kid Apex put a roof over a few years back. Quiet, barely speaks a word, but a fucking hard worker around the place. Earns her keep and then some. And no way near legal. “Are you fuckin’ kidding with me?” I look back and find him laughing his ass off. Oh yeah, it’s a big joke. “She’s all of twelve, man.”
    “Yeah, and you’re so fuckin’ wound up about something else that you didn’t even pick I was messin’ with ya.”
    Wound up doesn’t even start to cover it. I ache so bad that sitting has become a task. “Fuck you, asshole.” I chuckle and push off my stool. “I’m headin’ out to find something that won’t land me in fuckin’ jail.”
    He nods, accepting my half-truth easily, and dismisses me when his woman