Free Firetrap: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 1) by C.L. Riley

personal letterhead. Clipped to the letter was a check for one dollar. Confused, I read the handwritten note:
    Dear Mr. Richards,
    I am unsatisfied with your work. You left my bathroom in disarray the first day you were here. You took an extended lunch break and even chose to swim in your underwear. This behavior is most unprofessional. I was inconvenienced and had to use the guest bathroom to complete my personal hygiene routine, something that was utterly unacceptable.
    When I pay for something, I expect it to be completed in such a manner it meets my high standards. You did not meet my standards or expectations; and as you will recall, my father, the mayor of our city, made it very clear how important it was to satisfy me. You ensured him you would do just that.
    Because of your substandard work ethics and lack of regard for my residence, I am forced to pay you what I believe you are worth. Your check is attached. I will also notify the Better Business…
    I’d read enough. I crumpled the note and tossed it on the floor. Fucking crazy woman!
    The job hadn’t even been finished yet. I’d just started. And when did she even find time to write the damn letter between swimming with me, badmouthing bikers with Conner, performing her personal hygiene routine, and escaping a deadly fire?
    I should have left her in the woods, or maybe I should have pointed out her hot pink yoga pants to the two assailants searching for her, and let them deal with her attitude. Even better, I could have given two hungry coyotes an opportunity to munch on the mayor’s sole heir. From what I’d observed, they had looked in need of a good meal.
    Now she was here and couldn’t remember any of it. How convenient.
    How Convenient.
    I felt my lip twitch. Yep. Just like my boys had Grinch grinning, Olympia’s amnesia had me smiling to myself.
    I got up and retrieved her letter, smoothing it out on my lap, under the original estimate. I grabbed my cell phone and pulled up the calculator app.
    Paybacks could be such a bitch, especially for a bitch.
    Olympia
    The men finally left me alone, believing I was asleep.
    They were mistaken.
    I was more drugged than drowsy, though I understood the two were closely related. Apparently, I’d hit my head pretty hard, making things that much more jumbled in my mind. Yet, in spite of my injuries and resulting grogginess, I had still managed to piece together a few key points about my situation.
    First off, as I’d guessed in the woods, I had escaped a fire, and not just any fire. Someone had tried to use the blaze to end my life, a life I couldn’t remember anything about. Whoever the evil arsonists were, they remained at large and were looking for me.
    I’d heard one man say he’d protect me. I was fairly certain he’d been the one to rescue me.
    Did I know him? Who was he to me?
    A feeling of familiarity surrounded him. That had to mean something good.
    Another positive; my injuries were serious, but not critical. Thank God. Because of the would-be-killers, the doctor was treating me here, wherever here was. At least I was cleaned up and resting on a comfortable bed.
    Unfortunately, my eyelids were too heavy to open, so I accepted that sleep was indeed the best solution. Taking a deep breath, I tried to let go of all my questions and worries, and let dreamland find me.
    Rustling and floorboards squeaking outside my room interrupted my efforts.
    “She has a head injury. We need to check on her every hour,” the familiar male voice said.
    “Fine, but it hasn’t been an hour, Boone. Not that it matters to you. Go on in. Nothing I say is going to keep you out of there,” another masculine voice replied, chuckling softly. “You sure you want to go through with this plan?”
    “Never been surer. She owes me. It’ll be good for her.”
    The door opened. Footsteps approached. It was obvious my visitor was trying to walk softly, but failing. I strained to open my eyes.
    “You,” I whispered. Though blurry