Free Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) by Michelle Woods Page A

to tell him. He was chained to the wall, after all, so what was he going to do? She opened her mouth to speak but he spoke before she could.
    “Look, I know the Headhunters are all bastards. Blade might be fairly decent but he’s just as bad as the rest of the lot. Not doing something to stop those crazy sons of bitches means he’s almost as bad as they are. You know they think beating women is a sport and most of them are juice junkies. If you’re afraid of one of them because they’re hurting you, I can help,” he told her.
    Jamie felt anger stir in her stomach. Why did he keep lumping them all together as monsters? She’d already told him that they weren’t going to hurt her. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she spat out her reply.
    “How many times do I have to tell you, they aren’t all those types of assholes. Yes, some of them are but not all. Before your club started slaughtering them, there were more of the assholes than the good guys but it’s starting to level out thanks to you and your club,” Jamie growled, her hands resting on the side of the bed.
    Death and his club had taken out some of her brother’s men too and they still mourned their losses. Hawk—her former lover—was one of the men they’d lost a few years ago because of an unannounced raid on the Headhunters. Their relationship had already ended because she’d never loved him but she had still cared for him and it had hurt when he died. If Evert had known about the raid, he would have warned him to get out before they struck but he’d found out too late. Hawk had been one of the men Evert sent in to get information to send to the Blue Bandits and he’d died because of it. That was why Death’s refusal to accept there might be a group of Headhunters who weren’t terrible made her angry. She felt it tingle on the inside making her whole body begin to shake as anger ripped through her setting her teeth on edge.
    How did he think Evert got all the information to feed him? One man couldn’t do that and he should know that because he understood how a club as big as his worked. Did he know what the club on the far side of his territory did on a day-to-day basis? No, he didn’t but he thought that his informant was able to know everything with him being only one man. It was maddening.
    “Is that what they’ve told you? Because they’re lying to you if it is,” Death muttered, his hands pushing the tray over his legs back. Jamie stood to grab the tray but was stopped by Death’s hands covering hers. She tried to jerk them away but his grip only tightened and she found herself glaring at him.
    “Let me go.”
    “Not until you listen to me. I’ve seen firsthand what these men can do to an innocent woman and you won’t be an exception. You need to help me get out of here so I can help you. I know they’ve convinced you somehow that they’re good men but trust me when I say as soon as they’re done using you they will show their true colors.” Death’s eyes were dark resting solemnly on hers and she saw a flicker of some hidden pain that almost tore her heart out. Something had happened to cause him to hate the Headhunters so much. Seeing that pain in his eyes made the anger at his hard-headedness slip away.
    “What did they do to make you hurt so much?” she asked, her heart squeezing in her chest as she stared into his eyes.
    Death let go of her hands suddenly and his eyes clouded before he turned to look at the window, one hand rubbing his head. Jamie heard the clank of the chain as he did so and she realized her question wasn’t the right one to ask because he was just as macho as her brother and his men. They never admitted to feeling pain to anyone and Death, it appeared, was not any different. She almost snorted because if they could only see how alike they were, then they would likely get along like two peas in a pod.
    “They didn’t. Just go. I can see I’m not going to convince you that they’re evil but