Free Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3) by Savannah Rylan

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    Finally, I pinned his hand down, and landed a punch across his face, knocking him out cold. He started snoring, and I knew he’d be okay.
    I let out a breath and pushed off of him, taking the gun out of his hands and turning the safety back on.
    I slumped onto the ground and rested my head against my knee, catching my breath. This was not how my night was supposed to end, but, when you had a friend like Miles, you had to learn to expect the unexpected.
    The gunshot was like an alarm, and I guaranteed someone would be coming here to check it out. If we were lucky, it’d be Stanson, but, with my luck today, it’d be the fucking rookie who didn’t understand the agreement the Outlaws had with the sheriff.
    I needed to get Miles’ ass inside and pretend like we were never here. I smacked his face, but all I got in return was another snore. He had a good three inches on me and about twenty pounds. He was like dead fucking weight, making that twenty pounds feel like fifty.
    My fingers dug into the leather of his cut, and I yanked him to his feet. He swayed to the side and almost went over, but I managed to keep him upright. Lucky for his dumbass, I could lift double my weight. I threw him over my shoulders and carried him into the clubhouse.
    I made the way to his room in the back, kicked the door open and switched the light on. The girl from earlier was naked in the bed with a needle sitting on the nightstand.
    “Wake the fuck up!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the room.
    The girl jumped up, looking like fucking hell. Black makeup smeared down her cheeks and she glistened with lube, chocolate and feathers stuck to her skin. I didn’t even want to know.
    “Get your shit and get out.”
    She stumbled to her feet, and fell over when she tried to pull her skirt on. I rolled my eyes, my patience completely fucking gone. I dropped Miles’ heavy ass onto the bed and into the remnants of some kinky sex shit.
    “Is he okay?” she asked.
    “I don’t know, is he? What the fuck did he take? Did you give it to him?” I jumped toward her, grabbing her by the arm and forcing her to look at me. “Did you?”
    “No!” She ripped her arm out of my grip. “I didn’t, asshole.”
    “Let me see your eyes.” I grabbed her face and she struggled against my grip. I turned her eyes to me, only to see that she wasn’t lying. I let her go and stepped back. “Don’t tell anybody about this, and if you ever see him with a needle again, you come find me. You got that?”
    She nodded, fear shinning bright in her eyes.
    “Good. Now, get the fuck out of here.”
    She grabbed her bag and the rest of her clothes, and took off. I made sure Miles was on his side in case he had some reaction and started barfing. I didn’t need him choking on his own puke. Then, I went to the bar and poured myself a shot of whiskey. It was going to be a long fucking night.
    A cop drove in the parking lot, but I made sure all the lights were off. After a few moments, they took off and I went back to Miles’ room. I took my phone out and brought Allison’s name up on the screen. I left without a word. If she’d woken up already, she would think that I bailed. That I got what I wanted and didn’t care to stick around.
    It might have been too late, but I couldn’t let her think that. Even if starting something with her was just asking for a fucking problem, I couldn’t seem to let her go. So, I sent her a text keeping it as vague as possible, and telling her I’d call her when I could.
    Movement came from the bed, and I looked up, as Miles sat up and ran a hand through his messy black hair. He looked around, scratching his head and then spotted me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.
    “That’s a good fucking question. You don’t know? Don’t remember?”
    “No fucking clue.”
    “Well, let me remind you.” I laced my fingers together, resting my elbows on my knees and leaned forward. “You called me in the middle of the