Free Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Sophia Hampton Page B

he could be a part of that world with her. He’d been on the edge of illegal activity for so long, he didn’t know if he could exist in the world Ella was trying to create for herself. Just watching her talk about what she wanted for her future made him apprehensive about where he fit in with her even though the more he was with her, the more he wanted to be around her.
     
    She drew in a big breath and released it on a sexy sigh. Wanting to be with her for his sake is what he wanted to do, but her giving nature made him rethink it. She was going to pay off his enormous debt and her small one, and he’d never once heard a warning of not to do it again or a complaint that she had to give so much of her money for him. Ella had taken it in stride like that is what was supposed to happen. She deserved someone better than him… someone not as jaded and cynical, but damned if he didn’t want her sweet wholesome nature wrapped around him twenty- four/seven.
     
    He quietly turned, left the hotel room, and wondered if he’d ever see her again. Fucking around with the Highway Reapers was always an event, and he knew in his heart that she would want to come along with him. Ella needed to stay far away from the men who would use her for what they could only to throw her away when they were done. Isn’t that what you’re doing? When that question popped up in his mind, he denied that thought so hard he shook his head in the empty elevator. The trip to the ground floor had taken longer than when he’d gone up, but that was probably because every second was taking him further and further away from the woman he’d have never found if it weren’t for the bunch of jackasses he was getting ready to deal with.
     
    Tyson had gotten a cab and arrived at his old apartment quickly, hoping he’d be able to finish both his and Ella’s dealings with these monsters before he could go somewhere and figure out this whole situation with Ella. An eerie feeling descended upon him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of danger. With his senses on high alert he crept over to his apartment using every talent he had of being quiet and stealthy. The stale aroma of blood and sweat filled the air. The smell wasn’t unfamiliar, but he wondered what the hell he was walking into.
     
    When he got to his apartment’s door, it was open. Not just unlocked, but wide open. The lights were on, and the place had been trashed. Not that he cared over much, because he hadn’t planned to ever come back to this place again but… damn. It was a wonder no one came to see what had to be a huge ruckus when all this was going on.
     
    Standing beside the door, Tyson waited for a few minutes to see if he could hear anything. He should probably leave, but he was supposed to be meeting Bruce and if he was ever going to figure out this thing with him and Ella, then he was going to have to get this problem settled.
     
    The place was as quiet as a tomb. Maybe he had been mistaken about the smells he’d thought he recognized. The lights in the front room were off, but the lights were on in his bedroom and the light shone all around the disheveled apartment. There was no one there; he could almost guarantee it. Everything was still with not even a rustle to be heard. Tyson still wanted to be careful, so he walked into the place he’d called home for the last few years and tried not to disturb anything on the ground.
     
    Death. The aroma got louder the closer he got to his bedroom, and when he peered in he saw the reason why. Someone had paid a visit to Bruce, and they wanted to leave a message. The message had to be if you fuck with us, we are going to frame you for murder. Tyson had done a lot of things in his life. Some of them good and a lot of them bad, but he’d never done anything like this. Bruce’s head lay on his pillow, but the rest of his body had been taken apart and placed in different places in the room. One leg was next to him on the bed and the other