Semua Bab The Devil's Silver (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 2): Bab 41 - Bab 50

“So he’d be OK working with an outsider?" Jo asked "A – umm. A citizen?”“Hell, yeah. He knows the score.” Kansas grinned at her, liking her using MC terms like ‘patch in’ and ‘citizen’. “He can’t handle the complicated money stuff like taxes and shit and anyway, we’ve always worked with people from outside the club on accounts. If we had a qualified accountant in the club it’d be different, but we don’t. We have an ex-doctor, an ex-lawyer, even an ex-pro football player. But no money guy.”Jo stared at him. “Really? Lawyer and doctor?”“And pro football player,” Kansas said. “Yep, yep and yep.”“Huh.” She contemplated that for a few seconds, then smiled again. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised because I know that MC members come from all walks of life and backgrounds, but I have to admit that I am a bit surprised by that information. I’m not really sure why. Stereotypes, I suppose, and that’s not really fair.”“Oh, we have a few run-of-the-mill ex-thugs too, the kind that you’d proba

Silver handed Liam ‘Viking’ Callahan a cup of coffee, noticing that Viking had finished sweeping up the bits of plaster. He’d said to leave the mess from the pipe repair, that Silver would handle it, but Viking obviously hadn’t listened. Then again, when did he ever?“Thanks,” Viking said, his massive hand making the cup look like a piece in a child’s play kitchen. “I can use this.”“No kidding.” Silver sighed and stretched out his shoulders a bit, feeling the muscles knot and release. He’d been to a brutal karate practice session the night before and had had his ass kicked by a kid of twenty-one who was also the size of a goddamn tank, and he knew he’d be feeling it for the next three days at least. “Makes two of us, man.”Viking nodded at the papers scattered around the kitchen table. “Plans for the tattoo parlour expansion?”“Yeah, Cole gave them to me yesterday just to satisfy my curiosity, seeing as it’s less than a month from completion. Looks like it’ll be quite a bit bigger, h

Ten seconds before, Silver had opened the office door and seen the new accountant standing there. He’d taken in the boxy, shapeless clothes, the wavy dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, the flat shoes.Yep, a real accountant for damn sure.“Morning, Jolene,” he’d said and she had turned, the movement surprisingly elegant and lovely. He’d seen her golden heart-shaped face, clocked those rosebud lips parted to return his greeting, flashed back to the luscious curves that were hidden under those unflattering clothes.Time had screeched to a full stop, then reversed full-speed back to three nights before. To that shattering, amazing night before that shattering, awful morning-after.“Holy fuck,” he said numbly even as she slumped heavily in a chair. “Holy fuck. Ana.”“Zeke,” she whispered, his name ragged in her throat, that voice as honey-sultry as it was in his dreams. “I don’t – how –”“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. He shut the door much harder than was strictl

First, just where the hell was she supposed to go? Sure, she could put out some feelers here in Denver, look for other accounting jobs – but why the actual fuck should she? She had a job now and if she walked away, Christ only knows how long it might be before something else came her way. Her money situation was pretty tight, and even though she’d definitely be able to hang on a few weeks without income, why should she deplete her entire hard-won nest egg, the one that she’d painstakingly hidden from Brian and built up over eight months, just to satisfy Silver Bennett’s monster ego? Plus, what happened if the money ran out before she had a paycheck coming in? Christmas was just around the corner, and she knew that many companies would be putting off things like staffing decisions until the New Year. Stupid, stupid move to walk away from a secure job and Jo had been stupid for too long in her life.Second, why the hell should she be punished because he was a loser coward who fucked wom

She shook her head at her own bad temper, took a cooling and refreshing sip of wine. Yeah, it was a crap situation; no, she wasn’t happy. But if Zeke (no, not Zeke, goddammit… Silver) had taught her to be open to new situations, then Brian had taught her some pretty crucial things too, including that bad situations didn’t have to be forever, nor did they have to end you. They could be lived through and left. They didn’t have to be permanent.So. It was bad right now, and she wasn’t happy right now.Right now didn’t mean forever. Life was like money that way: it was fluid, it was always changing. It moved around, it moved on. Happiness came and went and then returned.She’d walked away from Brian and no matter what nonsense and unpleasantness Silver threw at her, it would never be as bad as the living, breathing hell that Brian had subjected her to. Silver was a rude, arrogant, cowardly dickhead, but Brian was a twisted sociopath, a monster of manipulation, a nightmare that she hadn’t