Without Light (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

angry.”
     
    “ What do you mean?” I asked. “They’ve called the cops, right?”
     
    “ Um,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
     
    I planted my bare feet in the gravel. “No way,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”
     
    At that point, my body betrayed me. After three or four meals in, apparently, nine days, as the adrenaline faded, so did my ability to stand.
     
    Merle caught me.
     
    “ Easy, honey,” he said. “Easy. Let’s just get you inside.”
     
    “ Fuck you,” I grumbled.
     
    He laughed as he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder. I ended up face-to-ass with him. It was an excellent ass, but that didn’t make it a comfortable way to be carried.
     
    “ Quit squirming,” he grunted. “I’ll put you down in a minute.”
     
    “ Why aren’t we going in there?” I asked, waving vaguely at the largest building.
     
    He ignored me.
     
    He didn’t carry me that much further, stopping and grabbing both of my legs with one hand while he opened a door with the other. I heard him drop his keys and cuss, but he left them until he dumped me on a bed.
     
    “ I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. “Don’t fucking touch anything.”
     
    He picked up a quilt from the end of the bed, shook it open, and tossed it over me. It wasn’t until I automatically wrapped it around myself that I realized that my teeth were chattering.
     
    Merle left, scooping up his keys and leaving the door open wide.
     
    I sat there, shivering, staring at the sunlight, drinking in the view.
     
    The biker who rescued me came back in and started to shut the door behind him.
     
    “ No!” I cried, trying to leap off the bed and stop him and only managing an awkward lunge. “No! Leave it open. Please.”
     
    “ Okay,” he said. “Yeah. No worries. Door’s open.”
     
    I sat back, breathing hard, hugging my knees to my chest, wrapped in the quilt - Merle’s quilt, I realized. Merle’s bed. Merle’s room.
     
    He sat down beside me, not touching, but close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body.
     
    I turned to him like a sunflower.
     
    “ Here,” he said. “Brought you a cup of chicken soup.”
     
    He handed me a mug that smelled achingly familiar. It was hot and bland and tasted like every other canned chicken soup I’d been given when I was sick.
     
    I missed my mother.
     
    I started to cry again, quietly this time, just weeping absently as I sipped the soup.
     
    Merle didn’t talk. He didn’t ask me questions. He just sat there with me as I cried and drank my soup and tried to get warm. When I finished, he silently handed me a can of Coke, unopened and cold.
     
    “ Thought this might make you feel a little better,” he said. “Don’t drink the whole thing or you’ll just get sick.”
     
    I nodded.
     
    We sat there for an hour, me sipping at the Coke and leaning on Merle, enjoying his warmth, staring hungrily at the sun and the sky.
     
    I finally started to look around.
     
    The room was clean, and fairly tidy, but full of stuff. I saw a pile of greasy engine parts, and a few spic-and-span ones. There was a minifridge and a laptop, a pile of folded laundry - all the normal detritus of living.
     
    Plus, well, the engine parts.
     
    I suppose that that was normal detritus if you worked on motorcycles, though, and Merle had already told me that he did some legit work as a mechanic and repaired his own ride.
     
    There were two white doors, one open to show a hallway, one closed. I looked quickly away from both and focused on the one leading outside.
     
    “ Thanks,” I whispered.
     
    I handed him back the half-full can.
     
    “ Did it help any?” he asked.
     
    I nodded.
     
    “ I feel a little more human,” I said. “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on now?”
     
    I kept leaning on him.
     
    “ The cops… have not been called,” he began. “The assholes who took you used your phone to text