White Lies (Blood Brothers MC Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Amy Love
approached with buckets and brushes, offering to clean his windshield for the price of a dollar. Girls in short shorts with big earrings and bigger hair promised him a good time. When the light turned green, Jeremy’s lead foot hit the gas and kept racing.
“Jem, relax,” Kane said. “You’re okay here. This is my turf.”
Snorting, Jeremy glanced out of the corner of his eye.
“Why does that not make me feel better?”
Kane started to fight back when he thought better of it. He knew they were nearly home.
Soon it came into the full view.
The Blood Brothers convened in an abandoned factory that used to shoot out video cassettes until technology caught up. They made use of the spoils. Who needed doors when they had stands of film like hanging beads making rooms where once there had just been one large, soul killing space?
Leaving the car, Kane sighed. The graffiti was still there, a snake stretching towards a head with too many teeth, every incisor dripping with blood. Kane had barely been on board for a year when he asked Noel for his first tat. It took a lot of begging; Noel called it whining, not worthy of a man, so Kane kept quiet. Then, on his birthday, he got his present.
***
“Let’s get the Kid some ink!”
And it hurt. The first stab of the needle almost made him want to run home and take whatever his father might dole out. But then Noel took his chin in one hand, a bottle of beer dangling from the other, and smiled.
“It’s ain’t about the tat, Kid,” Noel said. “We call this initiation.”
Noel leaned closer, the alcohol and tobacco stinging Kane’s eyes. He felt like he would cry, started to say that it was a mistake, but then Noel patted his quivering shoulder.
“After tonight,” Noel said, “You’ll belong. Nothing will ever change that.”
Kane liked the sound of the word. Belong . He let the artist do his thing, and he emerged with a colored arm and friends… Family that would never let him down.
***
Stepping through the first round of film, Kane realized that the tattoo was worth the pain.
“Look who’s here, guys! It’s the K Man!”
Waldo Geyer stamped out his cigarette and hoisted Kane off the floor. Last Kane had saw him, Waldo clocked in at three hundred pounds. Now it had to be more, much more, as he twirled Kane around like a rag doll.
“Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty…”
Ben Reese, his skin darker than Kane remembered, his dreads falling to his knees, was there when Waldo eased Kane to the ground. Slapping his back, Ben laughed as he gripped his shoulder.
“Back among the living,” Ben said. “About fucking time.”
Soon it was all of them, shaking his hand, hugging him close. This was a proper homecoming. Kane turned his eyes to Jeremy, but his supposed brother stepped away. Served him right. He should be ashamed.
These were his real brothers.
“Let’s get this boy a drink!”
At Ben’s command, Kane was brought to a table littered with cards and cigarettes. Taking in the raucous noise, Kane forgot the sound at the feel of a bottle pressed to his lips. The beer bubbles danced across his tongue and slid down his throat. After so long deprived, Kane instantly felt the buzz.
“You know it!” Kane said.
Taking the bottle from Ben’s hands, he downed the rest of the beer in a single gulp and belched. The Blood Brothers applauded as Kane asked for a smoke. Inhaling as his wish was granted, Ben settled at his side. Waldo had to work double time to scrunch into a swivel chair meant for slim hips.
Hips like Angeline’s…
“So you survived the joint,” Ben started. “You top? Bottom? What’s the deal?”
Everyone around him laughed, and Kane signaled for another beer.
“Not me,” Kane said. “Saving it up for—”
“For who, K Man? Me?”
Somehow Waldo left his chair, and he started to
“Jem, relax,” Kane said. “You’re okay here. This is my turf.”
Snorting, Jeremy glanced out of the corner of his eye.
“Why does that not make me feel better?”
Kane started to fight back when he thought better of it. He knew they were nearly home.
Soon it came into the full view.
The Blood Brothers convened in an abandoned factory that used to shoot out video cassettes until technology caught up. They made use of the spoils. Who needed doors when they had stands of film like hanging beads making rooms where once there had just been one large, soul killing space?
Leaving the car, Kane sighed. The graffiti was still there, a snake stretching towards a head with too many teeth, every incisor dripping with blood. Kane had barely been on board for a year when he asked Noel for his first tat. It took a lot of begging; Noel called it whining, not worthy of a man, so Kane kept quiet. Then, on his birthday, he got his present.
***
“Let’s get the Kid some ink!”
And it hurt. The first stab of the needle almost made him want to run home and take whatever his father might dole out. But then Noel took his chin in one hand, a bottle of beer dangling from the other, and smiled.
“It’s ain’t about the tat, Kid,” Noel said. “We call this initiation.”
Noel leaned closer, the alcohol and tobacco stinging Kane’s eyes. He felt like he would cry, started to say that it was a mistake, but then Noel patted his quivering shoulder.
“After tonight,” Noel said, “You’ll belong. Nothing will ever change that.”
Kane liked the sound of the word. Belong . He let the artist do his thing, and he emerged with a colored arm and friends… Family that would never let him down.
***
Stepping through the first round of film, Kane realized that the tattoo was worth the pain.
“Look who’s here, guys! It’s the K Man!”
Waldo Geyer stamped out his cigarette and hoisted Kane off the floor. Last Kane had saw him, Waldo clocked in at three hundred pounds. Now it had to be more, much more, as he twirled Kane around like a rag doll.
“Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty…”
Ben Reese, his skin darker than Kane remembered, his dreads falling to his knees, was there when Waldo eased Kane to the ground. Slapping his back, Ben laughed as he gripped his shoulder.
“Back among the living,” Ben said. “About fucking time.”
Soon it was all of them, shaking his hand, hugging him close. This was a proper homecoming. Kane turned his eyes to Jeremy, but his supposed brother stepped away. Served him right. He should be ashamed.
These were his real brothers.
“Let’s get this boy a drink!”
At Ben’s command, Kane was brought to a table littered with cards and cigarettes. Taking in the raucous noise, Kane forgot the sound at the feel of a bottle pressed to his lips. The beer bubbles danced across his tongue and slid down his throat. After so long deprived, Kane instantly felt the buzz.
“You know it!” Kane said.
Taking the bottle from Ben’s hands, he downed the rest of the beer in a single gulp and belched. The Blood Brothers applauded as Kane asked for a smoke. Inhaling as his wish was granted, Ben settled at his side. Waldo had to work double time to scrunch into a swivel chair meant for slim hips.
Hips like Angeline’s…
“So you survived the joint,” Ben started. “You top? Bottom? What’s the deal?”
Everyone around him laughed, and Kane signaled for another beer.
“Not me,” Kane said. “Saving it up for—”
“For who, K Man? Me?”
Somehow Waldo left his chair, and he started to
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