CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) by Nicole James Page A

that…” he mimicked her words from earlier. Then he picked
it up, popped it in his mouth and chased it with a slug of beer.
    “You
really probably shouldn’t be drinking with pain pills. I shouldn’t have brought
you that beer.”
    “Oh,
so that’s your angle. Put me into liver failure, huh?” he teased.
    She
rolled her eyes and dropped her bag next to her chair. Taking a sip of her
beer, she studied the view and then announced, “I need to go shopping.”
    Crash
looked at her, frowning. “Shopping? For what?”
    “Clothes.”
    “Babe,
you’ve only been here a day. You brought a bag. Oh, wait. I suppose it was
mostly crammed full of beauty products.”
    “I’m
almost out of outfits.”
    “So
wash them. The machine’s under the stairs.”
    She
bit her lip.
    “What?
Don’t tell me. You don’t know how?”
    She
looked away.
    He
set his beer down, and the next thing she knew, he was pulling her to her feet.
“Crash, what are you doing?”
    “Come
on.” He pulled her inside, down the stairs and over to the machine. Kicking the
wet towels out of the way, he flipped the washing machine lid up. “Read.”
    She
glanced at the inside of the lid, noting the instructions imprinted there. “Fuck
you!” she hissed and tried to twist her arm free, but he had a firm grip on her
wrist.
    “Aw,
babe. Pickin’ up some foul language, are you? I don’t want to hear that talk
come out of your mouth again, understand me? Or I’ll wash it out with soap.”
    She
sucked in her breath. “You wouldn’t dare!”
    “Wouldn’t
I? Try me.”
    “Why
do you care if I swear? You and the guys do it all the time.”
    “That’s
them. That’s not you.”
    “So?”
    “Don’t
start picking up that shit, Shannon. You’re a lady. I like that. I don’t want
to hear you start cussing like a truck driver.” He tilted her head up by the
chin. His gaze fell to her lips. “That mouth’s too pretty to have those words
come out of it, got me?”
    She
stared, mesmerized by his face so close to hers.
    “Nod
your head, Princess.”
    She
nodded her head.
    Then
he released her and walked away, leaving her standing in a pile of wet towels.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER SIX

 
 
 
    Crash
rolled over, bolting upright. Startled from sleep by the sounds of Shannon
screaming out, he surged to his feet, looking toward the bedroom. The loft was
dark, he could see the shadow of the chains as the metal glinted with what
little moonlight came in through the skylights, but he couldn’t see the bed or
Shannon. His first crazy thoughts were that her ex had found her somehow and
was struggling with her.
    He
dashed across the room and to the bed. He could see the outline of her body in
the shadowy light, but he didn’t see anybody else. Moving to the bedside table,
he flipped on the light. She was thrashing in the throes of a nightmare.
Sitting down on the bed, he tried to gently wake her. “Shannon,” he called her
name softly. “Shannon, honey, wake up.”
    She
came awake swinging, her left fist popping Crash backhanded across the jaw. He
quickly subdued her, grabbing both her forearms and pinning them across her
chest. “Shannon, calm down!” She instantly stopped struggling and lay there
staring up at him, her chest heaving with her rapid breathing. He could see she
was confused. “You were having a nightmare, Princess.”
    He
released her arms, and she immediately scooted backwards, sitting against the
headboard. Her eyes darted around the room, squinting against the light. She
rubbed the heel of one hand over her eye and forehead. “Umm. I was dreaming he
locked me in the trunk of a car. God, it seemed so real.”
    “It
was just a dream, honey.”
    She
nodded. “Yeah.”
    He
grinned, rubbing his jaw. “You got a wicked left hook, though.”
    Her
eyes got wide. “Did I hit you? Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
    He
stood up to leave. “Go back to sleep.”
    Her
hand came up and grabbed his forearm. “Wait. Don’t go. Please.”
    He
frowned