Outlaw's Ride: An MC Romance by Carter Steele (books recommended by bts .txt) 📕

hands against one of the walls. That same clean cut dude who Patrick dropped off at the motel was drilling him from behind. It'd been a while since I'd seen Yoga naked. He was in such ridiculously good shape that it made me want to start doing crunches again. I needed to get my cardio up.

“Wreck? What the fuck?” Yoga said, catching me momentarily lost in thought.

“Shit, sorry, bro! Just looking for the bathroom.” I shook my head and started closing the door then paused. “Huh. I never took you for a bottom.”

“Power-bottom,” he replied immediately.

“Yeah, he's fucking the shit out of me right now,” the whore said, sounding a little stoned and generally along for the ride. The haze of smoke was mostly gone but there were some lingering whiffs of it here and there.

“Shut the fuck up, Tony. I didn't say you could talk.” Yoga snapped, then turned back to me. “You mind?”

I put up my hands and ducked back out into the hall, closing the door behind me.

Well that was a bust. I'd gotten lucky that it was one of MC I walked in on, if it was anyone else there might've been more repercussions. I'd be more careful with the rest of the doors.

The last locked door I came across was at the very end of the hallway. Dark and quiet, but this time with a keyboard clacking away. None of the rooms had much more than a bed. This had to be some kind of office. Was someone working there? This late at night?

It could only be either Sarah or Patrick. The last time I'd seen him, Patrick was downstairs. There was nothing keeping him down there while I was in Gingger's room though.

Fuck it. I'd already come this far. I'd deal with the consequences.

This door had an actual key lock on the outside, so it took an extra few seconds for me to get through it. This definitely wasn't just another bedroom. I pushed the door open carefully and saw someone sitting at a computer desk. It was dark, but the monitor's light showed the person working was small, at least much smaller than Patrick. That was a relief. He and I were already on rocky ground. The last thing I needed was him finding out I was sneaking around and having him take it out on the rest of the club.

Regardless how much I didn't like the guy the MC needed the money from this job or the truck was never getting fixed. We were in a tough spot and I had to play ball this time or we were fucked.

“Hello?” I asked in a low voice once I was inside. The person in front of me perked up, but didn't turn around. The purple scarf gave her away. “Sarah, is that you?”

Her head lulled in disappointment, but she still made no move to look at me. I walked up beside her to make sure it was really her, but again she turned away. What was going on with her?

Finally she clicked open a notepad on her computer and started to type.

“You shouldn't be here,” she typed.

“I needed to make sure you were alright,” I replied. My eyes drifted to the other tabs she had open in the background – Maryland criminal law, accounting excel spreadsheets, tutorial videos, and bank accounts.

Whatever she was up to it needed some serious research. Looks like she was much more than just Patrick's secretary. Was she his partner?

If that was the case then why'd she whore? It seemed like an incredible misuse of her talents and education. I was beginning to put the pieces together, but there was still so much I didn't know.

I hated being left in the dark.

“I'm fine. Go away,” she typed.

“I haven't seen you in a week.”

“I'm not for sale anymore.” She paused as if seeing herself type it had startled her. After a brief hesitation of what to type she continued. “Everything is fine.”

“I don't believe you,” I replied coldly. “Look me in the eyes if you mean that.”

I grabbed her chin and turned her head slightly before she shook free and let her hair cover her face. In the harsh monitor light I caught a glimpse at some darkened areas on her face.

“Did he hit you?” I couldn't keep the growl out of my voice. The thought of Patrick beating on someone as small, beautiful, and brilliant as Sarah filled me with rage.

“Leave now! I don't want you here!” she typed furiously fast.

“Like hell,” I replied, trying and failing to keep my voice in check. “I'll be damned if I let—”

Sarah cut me off by abruptly standing and darting to the door. She picked up a thick text book on the way and began slamming it against the hallway wall as hard as she could. The thuds were loud and rapid.

I chased after and caught the book mid swing.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Someone is going to hear that and tell...” It dawned on me that that was what she wanted.

She pointed a finger into my chest, then down the hall. Leave, she warned.

“Why? I just want to help you?” I asked in hushed tones, grabbing her shoulders. Why couldn't she understand that?

In a flurry of hand movement Sarah signed something at me but I didn't understand, then she went back to doing the only thing she could to make me leave her alone. She started stomping on the ground and banging the walls with her balled up palms.

“OK, fine. Stop. Fuck. I'll go!” I freed her shoulders, threw my hands up in defeat and backed away. It was only then that I saw the color of the bruise over her cheek and eye. In a twisted coincidence it was almost the same shade of purple as her scarf.

She slipped back into the office, closed and locked the door.

I could take a hint.

It didn't happen often, but sometimes I heard the word no. Some girls just weren't interested. I