Free Taming Lucca: Red Devils M.C. by Michelle Woods Page A

now, and it didn’t matter that she hadn’t been when it had happened. Nobody messed with family.
    “What ? I didn’t drink poisoned water on purpose, and nobody hurt me.” She squeaked then looked down afraid to tell him that she had fallen because she’d been running away so that his club members wouldn’t see her.
    “Duck , said that you came in looking like you’d been roughed up, and your shirt was ripped. You also have scrapes on your hands and knees.” He looked intently at her, waiting for her to say something.
    “I was running in the woods, and I tripped . That must have been when I ripped my shirt. That’s definitely when I scraped my hands and feet. It’s also when the stains were made on my jeans.” She looked up meeting his intent gaze squarely so he could see the truth in her eyes.
    “What were you running in the woods for? Did you take a ride with someone and they scare d or hurt you?” He asked his eyes a scary kind of serious. She had a feeling his offer to kill someone for hurting her wasn’t an idle treat. He meant it. She was a bit stunned by the level of violence that look promised. “No, I just heard some noises that frightened me. So, I ran.” She wasn’t about to tell him the noise that frightened her was his crew of bikers.
    “The water?” Bone watched as she contemplated what to say. He could almost hear her brain working like a rat in a maze. What was she not telling him he wondered?
    “I didn’t know.” She finally settled on with a defeated sigh.
    “How could you not know? Have you been living under a rock all your life or maybe you’re from the prison inside the wall turned out for doing something awful?” Bone laughed at his joke. No way was this timid thing guilty of anything, other than maybe being too innocent for his world, only her eyes darted away from his and she looked even more upset suddenly.
    “Well I am, ” She said finally. Surely not, she hadn’t just said she was a turn out from the prison, the idea was laughable. “You are what?” He asked waiting for her to clarify. Molly exhaled loudly, and then rushed to tell him. “I was released from the prison three days ago, but I didn’t do what they said I did, I didn’t.” She said emphatically, and he wanted to snicker, because of course she hadn’t, anyone with a lick of sense could look at her and tell with one look that she was an innocent.
    “What’s you r name, baby? I’m Bone.” He watched her shift on the bed the covers falling to reveal her little nipples covered in only her thin shirt were hard and pressing against it making him want to lean over and suck one into his mouth. 
    “ Molly.” She stuttered, then bravely asked. “Surely that’s not the name your mother gave you is it?”
    “ It’s a road name. The club gave it to me when I first began riding with them.” He watched her process that tidbit.
    “I can’t call you Bone. What’s your real name?”
    He leaned towards her. “I’ll tell you,” She looked at him expectantly waiting for him to tell her. He grinned devilishly. “But only when I’m buried inside you.” She turned red staring at him in astonishment.
    “Tha-that’s never going to happen.” She exclaimed with her embarrassment shining in her eyes as she stuttered it out. He knew by that reply that her reaction to what he said next wouldn’t be what his dick was hoping for. “So, all that’s left to talk about now is how you’re gonna repay me. I think you can pay me back in my bed.” He watched her shift on the bed again his dick jerking when her firm little breasts bounced a little, his mouth watered.
    “Wh-What do you me-mean in your bed?” Molly stuttered in utter shock. He hadn’t just told her to repay him by allowing him to have sex with her had he? She wasn’t a whore.
    Bone ’s amused gaze met her shocked one. “Exactly what you think I mean.” He said watching her flabbergasted expression. Bone was pretty sure she wasn’t going to