Page 3 of His Loyal Rebel

He'd known women like her. They put on a big show to get a man's attention and picked fights to draw him away from his club. An old lady would know better than to be a bitch. That told him a lot about her status within Cusclan.

"If you're going to whore around with Cusclan members, you better get in your car and hit the highway. There's no place in Missoula for you." He reached down to start his Harley and stopped when her fingers gripped the handle of the pistol. "Sis, I've seen you shoot. Don't waste your bullets."

He started the bike and rode away. She was a damn sexy woman. Too bad Cusclan dirtied her.

Chapter 2

Twyla

The manager of the motel threw Twyla's suitcase out the door. She jumped out of the way. Struggling to hold on to the items in her arms, she dodged the pile in front of her.

"I told you, I have the money to stay two more nights." Twyla blew the hair out of her face. "If you'll give me a sec—"

"I've already given you enough time. Pay for the past week, plus the next two nights in advance, and I'll let you back in." The manager shut the door, locking her out. "You owe a hundred and seventeen dollars."

She groaned, setting the items on the ground beside her luggage. Slipping her hand into the back pocket of her shorts, she pulled out all the money she had on her. "Here's seventy-five dollars. I'll get you the rest tomorrow night after work."

The manager shook his head and walked away from her. She hurried to catch up with him.

"Come on. I know you're a nice man." She stepped in front of him, stopping him from going into the office. "Give me a little more time. Please?"

"You have five minutes to get off the lot, or I'm calling the police." The manager looked at his watch.

Frustrated, she stormed back to her belongings and hefted everything to her car. Once finished, she got into the driver's seat and reversed out of the parking lot. The only other place with any vacancies was a high-end hotel that would take all her money for one night. And for what? A roof over her head and a lock on the door?

She couldn't afford to pay more, and she wouldn't get paid until Monday.

Driving around the block—three times, she gave up. She was out of options. Now that she couldn't depend on herself, she would either have to go back to Big or tuck tail and go see her sister.

She would never go back to Big after the way he'd treated her. No matter how many times he begged or threatened her—depending on his mood.

She was done with him.

If she could go back and take away the night she'd met him and her stupid decision to stay at his house to save money, she would in a heartbeat.

Though she never wanted to admit she'd made a few bad decisions, she'd need to go ask her sister for a place to crash. Just until she had more money where she could get a cheap apartment instead of staying at a motel.

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