Free Lost Hearts (The Unknowns Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Ruby Reid Page A

fact that she was in the midst of emotional struggles, but he could not put his finger on why it was bothering him so badly.
     
    He did his best to make it appear as if nothing was bothering him as he walked into the room he and Slim had rented. He found Slim sitting on his bed, dressed and ready for the day. He was flipping through channels on the TV and sipping from a Styrofoam cup of coffee. When Alex entered, Slim looked up and gave him a devilish smile.
     
    “It was that girl you left with last night, wasn’t it?” he asked.
     
    “Yeah, it was,” Alex said.
     
    Usually, at this point, he’d start bragging and give a very explicit and raunchy play-by-play of what had just happened. But he was not about to do that now…much to Slim’s disappointment.
     
    “What?” Slim said. “No details?”
     
    “No, not this time.”
     
    “Come on, now,” Slim said. “I’m getting old and all of that wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am stuff is far behind me. I have to live vicariously through you, you lucky son of a bitch.”
     
    Alex busied himself by straightening up his side of the room and trying to distract himself with going through the single bag he had packed for this trip. “I know all of that,” he said. “You are getting old. But…I can’t. Not this time. She’s dealing with some stuff and just needed someone to talk to. Nothing happened.”
     
    Slim looked at him, confused. Alex was well aware of how soft it made him sound, but he didn’t care. For the first time since joining The Unknowns, he hated the fact that he was supposed to constantly be rough and rugged. In that moment, thinking of Amanda and how she would be locked in his mind during the drive to Chicago, he did not feel tough at all. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so sad and lost.
     
    This is not what I need right now, he thought.
     
    “You look pissed,” Slim said.
     
    Alex shook his head. “I’m fine. I just wished I hadn’t got mixed up in her troubles last night. That’s all.”
     
    “Oh, so it was you ,” Slim said. “Ha! I saw that dude laying in the parking lot when I left last night. I wondered what happened. Was he attacking her or something?”
     
    “I really don’t want to talk about it,” Alex said, a bit forcefully.
     
    Slim raised his hands in mock surrender. “I hear you loud and clear,” he said. “Excuse the ever-loving hell out of me.”
     
    “You about ready to ride?” Alex asked.
     
    “Always. I figure we might want to give Jameson a call and let him know where we are and when we expect to get to Chicago. What do you think? Eight or so tonight?”
     
    “Probably.”
     
    “You want to call him or should I?”
     
    “Apparently I’m in a shitty mood,” Alex said. “Maybe it’s best if you do it.”
     
    “Sure,” Slim said, clearly confused by Alex’s current state of mind.
     
    While Slim picked up his cell phone and dialed Jameson, Alex continued to keep himself busy. He took the keys to the front desk and settled everything up with the clerk. But even through that, he kept seeing Amanda. He saw her crying at the table, he saw her face beneath him, biting her bottom lip as he thrust into her. He heard her sobbing, heard her moaning, saw her grimacing as she cried and smiling awkwardly as she answered the door for him.
     
    What the hell is happening here?
     
    Was it a crush? He hadn’t had one of those since high school. Was it love? He doubted that because he really wasn’t even sure what it was. And besides…he’d been in her presence for a grand total of about four hours. Was that even possible?
     
    He walked slowly back to the room and when he stepped in, Slim was still on the phone, nodding about something. He then said, “Yeah, boss, here he is.”
     
    He held the phone out to Alex. Alex took it, wondering if there was something wrong. Had Slim told Jameson about his attitude this morning? Or, worse yet, had he told Jameson about the creep he