Free SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) by Ana W. Fawkes Page A

way too many drinks, I was
facing Amber. The tips of our toes were touching, the bottles between us. Both
of us were dead drunk.
    She stared right at me. “ It ’ s
easier outside. ”
    “ What? ”
    “ Outside
all this, ” she said. “ They convince you it ’ s not. But it is. I got a
waitressing job at a steakhouse. I clear enough to afford a car, an apartment.
Enough to survive. You could do it too. ”
    “ Not
me, ” I said. “ I ’ m
in too deep. ”
    “ I
thought so too. Finn asked me to hide weapons. He made me get rid of bloody
clothes. I ’ m tied to murder
in these parts, Shelby. But I ’ m
free. I ’ m good. ”
    My drunk mind spun like a top.
    Could I do it? Could I just up and
leave it all?
    Layne ’ s
words burned in my mind.
    I ’ ll kill you myself.
    Yeah, he could kill me. To do that … he ’ d have to find me first.
     

16.
     
    (Layne)
     
    I climbed off my ride and looked
back at Brett. “ Take off,
man. ”
    “ No, ” he said.
    “ Look,
I ’ m going to check on Pep
and I ’ ll be back. ”
    “ Nobody
should be riding alone. ”
    “ There ’ s four prospects up there. I ’ ll bring two with me and send
two back. They need to change shifts too. ”
    “ Layne …”
    “ I
gave an order, ” I said. “ You look like shit. Go back to
the clubhouse. There ’ s
enough going on already. ”
    “ If
I leave, I ’ m alone. ”
    “ Be
alone, ” I said.
    “ I ’ ll wait out here for you. ”
    “ That ’ s fine, ” I said. “ Look
alive though. Someone catches you sleeping, they ’ ll
cut your throat. ”
    “ That ’ ll keep me awake. ” Brett took out his phone and
his thumbs flew around the screen. He turned it around and showed me a video of
a girl taking care of a guy with her mouth. “ This ’ ll do. ”
    “ Christ, ” I muttered.
    I went into the hospital and up to
Pep ’ s floor.
    I found all four prospects awake,
drinking coffee. The second they saw me they all jumped to their feet.
    “ How
is he? ” I asked.
    “ The
same, sir. ”
    I let the sir thing slide. I
wasn ’ t in the mood to beat
down on some prospects right now.
    “ Doctors?
Nurses? ”
    “ Were
just here a short while ago. Nothing ’ s
changed. Doctor mentioned they need to speak to next of kin. Might be time to
make a decision. ”
    “ Jesus, ” I said.
    That ’ s
all I needed now. Carry that weight on my shoulders.
    I put my hand to the door.
    “ Sir? ” one of the prospects asked.
    I looked at him. Good looking kid.
With glasses. Should have been working at a bank or something. Not trying to
earn the cut in a MC.
    “ What? ”
    “ He ’ s brain dead, ” the prospect said. “ He ’ s
basically dead already. ”
    “ Are
you a fucking doctor? ”
    “ No,
sir, I ’ m not. I was in med
school. I dropped out. ”
    “ Good
to know. ”
    I pushed at the door and entered
the room.
    It was dark and quiet, just like
the last time I was there. The curtain was closed and I slid it open, the
little hooks scratching against the track, sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
    And there was Pep.
    The same as before. Just like the
fucking prospect said - Pep was as good as dead. There was nothing happening in
there. The machines were keeping him alive. The machines were forcing his heart
to pump, his blood to flow. He was long gone in la-la land or whatever the fuck
he believed in after death.
    I approached the bed and touched
the railing. “ You old
bastard. Still fighting through this. If you ’ re
gone, then be gone. There ’ s
nothing here for you. ”
    Of course Pep didn ’ t respond.
    This wasn ’ t some goddamn TV show where I ’ d say something and he ’ d magically pop back to life.
The bullets had done their damage.
    “ The
club ’ s at war. I ’ m sure you ’ ve gone through it yourself many
times. I ’ ll find who did
this to you and I ’ ll put a
bullet in their head. In your honor. You need to let go. You need to rest once
and for all. No more fucking machines doing