Page 19 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

“Yes,” Shine snorted. “I’ll bet he’s smug as a bug in a rug.”

“I think that euphemism is supposed to be ‘snug’ not smug.” I chuckled.

But the humor in the saying didn’t stay with me for long.

“Goddammit,” I grumbled. “That man should’ve been given the electric chair.”

“They stopped using the electric chair years ago, bro,” Shine said, sounding just as pissed as me. “You okay?”

Was I okay?

No, the fuck, I wasn’t.

In fact, I was pissed as hell.

“No,” I admitted. “I’m not.”

And I wasn’t. I was so far from okay that it was honestly quite scary to think about.

My life, or what I’d thought was my life, was in shambles. Mimi—though we’d fought before—had never shown me this new side of her. And I wasn’t sure that I liked it.

Not to mention, everyone looked at me differently now. As if I would break at any second.

“Keep your head on straight,” he urged.

Then he was gone.

And, since Mimi wasn’t at my place because she was still mad at me, I found myself getting the keys to the bike and heading out the door.

I never meant to go where I went.

Honestly, it was the last damn place that I should’ve gone.

Yet… I went anyway.

And wouldn’t you know. When I looked across the street… there he was, sitting in his special room, looking out at the world as if he didn’t have a care in his pretty little face.

They’d deemed him a flight risk.

So, since he was out on bail, they’d so nicely provided him with a security detail.

That security detail was drinking coffee and eating, meaning they weren’t paying attention at all to the man that was watching him.

He watched them for a while before disappearing out of his window.

Then there he was, on the side of the house, grinning that soulless grin.

He turned and started walking, and that’s when I saw a girl ahead.

I cursed and started following, keeping far enough back that I didn’t get made.

“Why are you running?” he called ahead.

The girl that’d been there before was now gone. The last I saw of her was her blonde hair as it streaked away through the woods.

I followed him all through town, winding through alleys, and farther into another copse of trees that were on the opposite side of town from where we’d been previously—not that it was hard to get through a town as small as Intercourse.

All the time that I was moving behind him, he never once looked back to see if he had a tail.

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