GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5) by Nicole James

how she felt about that, but she didn’t have time to consider it.
    Another one of the members of Ghost’s chapter walked up, saying, “I think I’m in love.”
    “Well, I’ve got just the cure for that, Hammer,” Ghost said, shoving a bottle of Tequila at him, probably glad for the timely interruption.
    Hammer took it, grinning. “I just got a blow job from that cute redhead over there, and now she’s off getting me a burger and a beer.” He took a bow. “And that, my brothers, is how it’s done.”
    Jessie stared at him with her mouth open.
    He looked back at her with a shy grin and lifted his arms, his shoulders shrugging. “Hey, when you got it, you got it.”
    Griz pulled a cigarette from his mouth and teased, “Yeah? Well five bucks says she’ll change her mind about you by morning.”
    “Fuck off,” Hammer snapped back.
    “Yeah, you can always tell how a woman really feels about you by the way she cuts your brake lines,” Heavy put in.
    The others all turned to look at him.
    “Maybe that’s just me,” he murmured.
    Ghost turned to Shades and said, “Bet I stopped listening before you did.”
    Shades burst out laughing, and Jessie giggled.
    Ghost took the bottle out of her hand and handed it back to Shades. “Stop givin’ her booze, she’s a lightweight.”
    “I am not,” she insisted, staring up at him, then ruined it by hiccupping.
    Shades grinned down at her, then reached up and ruffled her hair. “You tell him, girl.”
    “I think you’ve had enough partying, brat,” Ghost insisted.
    Jessie looked up at Ghost. “Are we staying here tonight?”
    “Naw. It’s crowded as fuck with all the chapters passing through, even with the Omaha boys crashing at their own cribs, there’s not much room here. Besides, I figured you’d be more comfortable in a motel.” His eyes connected with hers. “Am I right?”
    She nodded and yawned.
    Ghost smiled as he watched her.
    “Aren’t you tired?” she asked.
    “Yeah, a little. You obviously are.”
    She hiccupped again, and both Shades and Ghost chuckled.
    “Time to go, brat,” Ghost insisted, taking her by the arm and steering her through the crowd. He led her out to his bike, and they headed down the road.
    Jessie laid her head down on Ghost’s back and held on tight. Surprisingly, she dozed off. Also surprisingly, she didn’t fall off.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    A few miles from the Omaha Clubhouse, Ghost spotted a cheap motel and slowed to turn in. Just as he was making the turn across lanes and into the drive, a Cadillac with an old man driving roared out. Ghost swerved to avoid him, but the old man clipped his back tire, and Ghost lost control and laid the bike down. When he did, they slid about ten feet across the parking lot.
    When they went down, Jess slid clear of the bike, but it landed on Ghost’s leg. He quickly scrambled to lift the six hundred pound bike off of where it had his leg pinned. As he did so, he twisted to see where Jess was and if she was okay. He called out to her. “Jessie! You okay?”
    She didn’t respond right away, but he saw her roll over slowly and sit up. He yanked his leg free and scrambled to his feet, moving quickly to her side, favoring his left leg.
    “Babe, are you hurt?” he asked, squatting down next to her.
    She leaned to one side, her hand going to her hip and thigh, and wincing. “My side.”
    Ghost rolled her, his hand pulling up her shirt and jacket to look. The skin was fine. Then he moved down to her hip and thigh, and he could see that when they slid across the pavement, her shorts had been pushed up and exposed the skin between the bottom hem of her shorts and where the chaps started. There was about a three-inch scrape on her skin.
    “Fuck, babe. I’m sorry.”
    She struggled to sit up.
    “You’re hurt. Just stay down.”
    The manager of the motel came running out of the office.
    “Are you okay?”
    Ghost glanced up at the man. “I’m good. She’s