Amy Isan [Ruin Outlaws MC 02] Spark (epub)

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.""President? Is that a joke?"I fume, I don't have time for her sarcasm, or to explain."I only came to tell you no one is coming after you."She turns away again and walks over to the couch.Her back is still to me, and a brief glow of the sunrise surrounds her."That's it?"I open my mouth to reply, but no words come.I want to say that it isn't, but I can't.I can't admit that.I shut my mouth and grab the door handle, wrenching it open.I feel her gaze turn to me as I step outside and shut the door.Fuck this.I descend the stairs quickly, and find my bike on the sidewalk where I left it.Sweat beads on my face and it's not from the heat.At least I don't have to deal with her anymore.Good riddance.Fuck her anyway.CHAPTER 4 — CASSIEI'm driving my car again and the lanes all around me are empty.The night is black and grim, with only the pale yellow streetlights lighting the road up like polka dots.Just as I cruise through an intersection, a biker slams against my windshield with a deafening crack, spiral white lines spread across the glass.Without even thinking, I slam the brakes and skid to a stop, all while the taste of bile builds up in my throat and I salivate because I feel like puking.As my car finally stops moving, I cover my eyes and shake my head.What the fuck did I just do?.I wake up in a gasp for air.I barely slept a wink since crawling into bed after Logan left.I wonder if Sara heard us.I'm covered in cold sweat and I clutch my hands to stop them from shaking.After looking out the window, I realize the foggy dream I had was just that — a dream.Thank God I didn't hit another biker.Jesus.what ever happened to the one I did hit? Is he alive even? Shit.I don't even know.If I had told the police what I really knew, would that have changed anything? I can't think about this right now, it's only making my stomach twist like a snake.My head aches.I pinch my temples and squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to stave off the throbbing pain.A bottle of painkillers on my bed stand was a good decoration idea, and I wouldn't have thought of it without Sara.I down two pills and chug the standing water from the glass nearby, and wipe my mouth.The apartment is silent, so I guess Sara isn't awake yet.I stand and get dressed, my pounding headache making me almost forget I actually do work today.Becky put me on the schedule even though it makes me go two weeks without a single day off.I choke down oatmeal for breakfast to try and keep my headache from returning.After I finish flushing the last bits into the sink, Sara steps out into the dining room.She startles me."Jesus.Sara, want to say something? I almost had a heart attack." I grab my chest mockingly, and sigh in relief.She smiles weakly and sits down at the dinner table."You okay?""My head is just pounding, is all," she says.She rubs her temples and sighs heavily."What are you doing today?"I groan and look out the window."Work.And I'm late again.""Becky'll kill you this time.""I know." I dart through the house and gather up my things, barely taking the time to stop and brush my hair.I prop the front door open as I drag my fingers through my hair a couple of times to try and undo the tangled mess.Sara wishes me luck as I slip outside.I know I'm gonna need it.As I walk into the dog groomers, I'm trying to brace myself for Becky to swoop down and bite my head off.She's lurking in the back room.I avoid her gaze, but still can feel it dig into the side of my face.I don't want to deal with her, but what other choice do I have? A migraine coming on isn't helping things, and I want to lock myself in the back room.I pop some more painkillers and swallow some coffee while Becky rants and raves, her words passing through me like water through a strainer.There's a towel in my locker, and I briefly imagine that it's just long enough to tie it around my neckBack at the front of the salon, Lizbeth shoots me a worried glance.I only realize now that the two of us have never hung out outside of work, and I don't even know why.She seems nice enough.A customer distracts her from pitying me and I watch Lizbeth deal with her.She is always saying that Becky should treat me better, like I don't know I'm in this weird, abusive, one-sided relationship with my boss.I never hear about Lizbeth's run-ins with Becky, but I guess I'm too tardy to see them.The customer guides her stupid dog back behind the counter and I snap the leash from her hands.She says something, but my headache drowns it out.I don't even bother to nod or acknowledge her.I've seen this one before: her dumb lanky legs and unreasonably long blonde hair.She has the body of a starving marathon runner, and none of the muscle of one.My flippant attitude doesn't even appear to register, which I'm both relieved and disappointed by [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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