Free The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Page B
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
watch him.”
Jenny stared at first Asher then her father and she could see the determination on both of their faces. “And if he crashes? He’s in no shape to ride. You said so yourself. Let them come here!”
“No! I have to go to them. It’s an honor thing. It shows I don’t hold our club above theirs, and it shows strength.”
“This is stupid!” she spat.
“This is how it has to be,” her father corrected. His color was returning and his voice was getting stronger. “Now, I don’t know what went on here, but when I get back, we are going to get this shit settled, understand?” When neither woman answered, John drew himself up straight and tall. “I said, do you understand?” he asked, his voice once again ringing with command.
“Yes, Dad,” Jenny said, backing down to not cause him any more distress.
“Yes, Boss,” Hearts said meekly.
John looked at both women, holding their eyes and letting them know he wasn’t going to forget about this, and then turned to Asher. “Let’s ride.”
The moment the door closed, Hearts turned on Jenny. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot,” she snarled, but made no move toward her.
“Anytime you’re ready rumble, just name the time and place,” Jenny replied, then turned her back on Hearts and stomped to her father’s apartment without a backwards glance.
Jenny paced about in her father’s room, sick with worry and dread. Every time she heard the sound of an approaching bike, she would hurry to the door of the clubhouse, but for two hours, she was disappointed.
As she opened the door for the third time, she saw her dad slowly dismounting his motorcycle, Asher hovering near in case he needed help. She was shocked at her father’s appearance. He was stooped, pale, and moving with a shuffling gait so unlike his normal purposeful stride. She flung the door open the rest of the way and ran to him.
“Dad? You okay?”
“Yeah. Just tired is all,” he wheezed.
Her eyes flicked to Asher and he gave her a barely perceptible nod. “How’d it go?”
“Okay,” John said as they entered the clubhouse. “I need to sit down.”
“Here!” Jenny said, hurrying to a chair and turning it around for him.”
“No. The apartment. I can make it that far.”
As soon as he reached his apartment he collapsed into his recliner and laid his head against the back, his eyes closed. Jenny looked to Asher again.
“I’m okay,” John said, his eyes still closed. “It just took a lot out of me.”
“But it went okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Everyone is onboard. By Monday morning, this will all be over, one way or the other,” John said softly.
“You got him?” Asher asked quietly when John stopped speaking again.
“Yeah. Why?”
“There is a lot of shit of stuff to get done in the next two days.”
Jenny patted him on the back. “Go. I’ll watch him.”
Asher nodded then kissed her softly. “Love you.”
Jenny smiled. “Love you, too.”
Chapter 6
“You want a beer?” Jenny asked when John opened his eyes. He had slept for over an hour and looked much improved.
“Yeah, but I’ll get it,” he said as he moved to stand up.
“No! Keep your seat. I’ll get it,” she said as she hopped up and hurried to the bar, returning a moment later with two beers.
John looked at the other bottle in her hand as he took his. “That for you?”
“Yes. I’m old enough,” she said with a grin, her voice lilting up at the end in teasing.
He gave her a crooked smile. “I know you are, but when did you start drinking beer?”
She blushed. “A few months ago.”
“Asher?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve changed.”
“I know.”
He sat quietly, watching her as she took a sip from her bottle. “You want to tell me what happened out there?”
“Nothing.”
“It sure
Jenny stared at first Asher then her father and she could see the determination on both of their faces. “And if he crashes? He’s in no shape to ride. You said so yourself. Let them come here!”
“No! I have to go to them. It’s an honor thing. It shows I don’t hold our club above theirs, and it shows strength.”
“This is stupid!” she spat.
“This is how it has to be,” her father corrected. His color was returning and his voice was getting stronger. “Now, I don’t know what went on here, but when I get back, we are going to get this shit settled, understand?” When neither woman answered, John drew himself up straight and tall. “I said, do you understand?” he asked, his voice once again ringing with command.
“Yes, Dad,” Jenny said, backing down to not cause him any more distress.
“Yes, Boss,” Hearts said meekly.
John looked at both women, holding their eyes and letting them know he wasn’t going to forget about this, and then turned to Asher. “Let’s ride.”
The moment the door closed, Hearts turned on Jenny. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot,” she snarled, but made no move toward her.
“Anytime you’re ready rumble, just name the time and place,” Jenny replied, then turned her back on Hearts and stomped to her father’s apartment without a backwards glance.
Jenny paced about in her father’s room, sick with worry and dread. Every time she heard the sound of an approaching bike, she would hurry to the door of the clubhouse, but for two hours, she was disappointed.
As she opened the door for the third time, she saw her dad slowly dismounting his motorcycle, Asher hovering near in case he needed help. She was shocked at her father’s appearance. He was stooped, pale, and moving with a shuffling gait so unlike his normal purposeful stride. She flung the door open the rest of the way and ran to him.
“Dad? You okay?”
“Yeah. Just tired is all,” he wheezed.
Her eyes flicked to Asher and he gave her a barely perceptible nod. “How’d it go?”
“Okay,” John said as they entered the clubhouse. “I need to sit down.”
“Here!” Jenny said, hurrying to a chair and turning it around for him.”
“No. The apartment. I can make it that far.”
As soon as he reached his apartment he collapsed into his recliner and laid his head against the back, his eyes closed. Jenny looked to Asher again.
“I’m okay,” John said, his eyes still closed. “It just took a lot out of me.”
“But it went okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Everyone is onboard. By Monday morning, this will all be over, one way or the other,” John said softly.
“You got him?” Asher asked quietly when John stopped speaking again.
“Yeah. Why?”
“There is a lot of shit of stuff to get done in the next two days.”
Jenny patted him on the back. “Go. I’ll watch him.”
Asher nodded then kissed her softly. “Love you.”
Jenny smiled. “Love you, too.”
Chapter 6
“You want a beer?” Jenny asked when John opened his eyes. He had slept for over an hour and looked much improved.
“Yeah, but I’ll get it,” he said as he moved to stand up.
“No! Keep your seat. I’ll get it,” she said as she hopped up and hurried to the bar, returning a moment later with two beers.
John looked at the other bottle in her hand as he took his. “That for you?”
“Yes. I’m old enough,” she said with a grin, her voice lilting up at the end in teasing.
He gave her a crooked smile. “I know you are, but when did you start drinking beer?”
She blushed. “A few months ago.”
“Asher?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve changed.”
“I know.”
He sat quietly, watching her as she took a sip from her bottle. “You want to tell me what happened out there?”
“Nothing.”
“It sure
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