Free Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance by Celina Reyer, Emily Stone, Evelyn Glass, Joanna Wilson Page A
desk . “We have one of those problems, me and you. So, make your choice—talk to me, or to the cops.”
They stared each other down for several long moments. It was Atticus who broke first. He looked away, then leaned down to pick up his chair and sit it in. He felt twenty years older than he was in that minute. “Sit down, boy.”
“That’s another thing that’s going to stop right now. You can either show me some respect, or we can start this all over again. I’m not a boy, and I’m not someone you can treat like shit. That little game is done.”
Atticus nodded. He gave the kid a point for standing up for himself, but it wasn’t enough to make him respect him. “What do you want, Christian?”
“I told you what I want. I want to know what it is that is so bad about me you’d pay to have me killed rather than deal with me one on one. So start talking.”
*****
Sandy couldn’t understand why Mariah would send her on a wild goose chase. Something was going on, and she was afraid that it had something to do with her Daddy. Had he done something to Mariah? There was only one way to find out.
She pulled into the club parking lot and went inside. Greeting a few people sitting at the bar, she headed upstairs to see if she could get her Daddy to talk to her. Plus, she needed to tell him that she was seeing Christian. It was time.
She got to the top of the stairs and froze as she heard Christian’s voice. What on earth was going on and why wasn’t he at home? She’d never heard him sound so coldly furious.
She tiptoed closer, putting her ear to the door. She wished she hadn’t.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Lacey Cooper. Remember her?” Atticus said the words with enough venom to kill.
“I remember Lacey. She was a sweet girl. Kind of wild, but nice.” Christian’s forehead wrinkled with confusion. What the hell did Lacey have to do with anything?
“Lacey was my God-daughter. Did you know that? I loved that kid almost as much as I love Sandy. You knocked her up and sent her off to have an abortion so nobody would know. She died trying to get rid of your bastard kid. Bled to death. That’s what YOU did.” Atticus sat back, so angry that he was breathing hard. It didn’t feel good to get it off his chest like everyone always said. It felt like fire was eating him from the inside out. He wanted to wrap his hands around the little shit’s neck.
“I see. Let me guess, that information came from Gary, your former second?” Christian felt everything click into place. The reason he’d hated him taking the spot of the second. The reason he wanted him away from Sandy. The reason he’d hated him all this time was over another man’s lies.
“He told me everything. How you got her drunk before you fucked her, then pretended it didn’t happen when she came to you and told you that she was pregnant. How when she wouldn’t let it go you threw a wad of cash at her and told her to go ‘take care of it’. He told me every little detail that Lacey gave him when he was driving her up to Houston to have that abortion.”
Atticus’ face was twisted in rage, but Christian didn’t care. He was just as enraged, only because he’d been the unwitting scapegoat for someone else’s mistakes. “I never laid a hand on Lacey. Lacey was already involved with someone when I came here. Someone who didn’t want anyone to know about his little piece on the side. Especially his wife.”
“You think you can pin this off on someone else? Do you really expect me to believe that it was someone else? Especially considering the information came to me from someone I trusted with my life?” Atticus used his finger to punctuate each word.
“I guess you never bothered to ask just how far along Lacey was in her pregnancy, did you? Mariah knew. She was almost four months along. I’d only been here a month at the time Lacey left.”
All the color drained
They stared each other down for several long moments. It was Atticus who broke first. He looked away, then leaned down to pick up his chair and sit it in. He felt twenty years older than he was in that minute. “Sit down, boy.”
“That’s another thing that’s going to stop right now. You can either show me some respect, or we can start this all over again. I’m not a boy, and I’m not someone you can treat like shit. That little game is done.”
Atticus nodded. He gave the kid a point for standing up for himself, but it wasn’t enough to make him respect him. “What do you want, Christian?”
“I told you what I want. I want to know what it is that is so bad about me you’d pay to have me killed rather than deal with me one on one. So start talking.”
*****
Sandy couldn’t understand why Mariah would send her on a wild goose chase. Something was going on, and she was afraid that it had something to do with her Daddy. Had he done something to Mariah? There was only one way to find out.
She pulled into the club parking lot and went inside. Greeting a few people sitting at the bar, she headed upstairs to see if she could get her Daddy to talk to her. Plus, she needed to tell him that she was seeing Christian. It was time.
She got to the top of the stairs and froze as she heard Christian’s voice. What on earth was going on and why wasn’t he at home? She’d never heard him sound so coldly furious.
She tiptoed closer, putting her ear to the door. She wished she hadn’t.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Lacey Cooper. Remember her?” Atticus said the words with enough venom to kill.
“I remember Lacey. She was a sweet girl. Kind of wild, but nice.” Christian’s forehead wrinkled with confusion. What the hell did Lacey have to do with anything?
“Lacey was my God-daughter. Did you know that? I loved that kid almost as much as I love Sandy. You knocked her up and sent her off to have an abortion so nobody would know. She died trying to get rid of your bastard kid. Bled to death. That’s what YOU did.” Atticus sat back, so angry that he was breathing hard. It didn’t feel good to get it off his chest like everyone always said. It felt like fire was eating him from the inside out. He wanted to wrap his hands around the little shit’s neck.
“I see. Let me guess, that information came from Gary, your former second?” Christian felt everything click into place. The reason he’d hated him taking the spot of the second. The reason he wanted him away from Sandy. The reason he’d hated him all this time was over another man’s lies.
“He told me everything. How you got her drunk before you fucked her, then pretended it didn’t happen when she came to you and told you that she was pregnant. How when she wouldn’t let it go you threw a wad of cash at her and told her to go ‘take care of it’. He told me every little detail that Lacey gave him when he was driving her up to Houston to have that abortion.”
Atticus’ face was twisted in rage, but Christian didn’t care. He was just as enraged, only because he’d been the unwitting scapegoat for someone else’s mistakes. “I never laid a hand on Lacey. Lacey was already involved with someone when I came here. Someone who didn’t want anyone to know about his little piece on the side. Especially his wife.”
“You think you can pin this off on someone else? Do you really expect me to believe that it was someone else? Especially considering the information came to me from someone I trusted with my life?” Atticus used his finger to punctuate each word.
“I guess you never bothered to ask just how far along Lacey was in her pregnancy, did you? Mariah knew. She was almost four months along. I’d only been here a month at the time Lacey left.”
All the color drained
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