Holding On (Ruthless Sinners MC #2) Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Sinners MC Series by L. Wilder
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“I moved her.” He motioned his head behind him. Before I could ask him why, he told me, “I thought she’d be more comfortable.”

“Viper know?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” I looked over to the door. “How’s she doing?”

“Better. She’s eaten a little, and I’ve given her some ice packs for the swelling.” I could see the concern in his eyes when he added, “She’s resting.”

It was clear by his tone that he didn’t think I should disturb her, but I had no choice. Reaching for the doorknob, I assured him, “Then, I’ll try to keep it short.”

Without giving him a chance to argue, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Remington was lying on the bed with an ice pack over her left eye, and she was wearing the clothes I’d given Doc for her to borrow. They were way too big for her, but fuck, she looked all kinds of good in them. While the swelling in her eye was a little better from the day before, they were both still black and blue, and several large gashes and bruises marked her face. Remington pulled the comforter up, nervously covering her chest, as she mumbled, “You’re back.”

“I am.” She never took her gaze off of me as I walked into the center of the room. Damn. Something about the way she was watching me made it hard to decide if she was scared of me or into me. She wasn’t the first woman to look at me like that. I was done taking chances on getting my heart ripped out, so depending on the girl, I’d either fuck them good and hard or steer clear. I could tell that Remington wasn’t the fuck ’em-and-leave ’em kind of girl, so it was best she stay as far away from me as possible, and I needed to do the same with her. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible—at least not yet. I walked over to the desk and brought the chair next to the edge of the bed, then sat down. “We need to talk about the night of the attack.”

“I already told you. I don’t remember anything from what happened that night.”

“Then, why don’t we start with some things you do remember.” I crossed my arms and leaned back in the chair. “We’ll start with the basics.”

“Like?”

“How about, where do you live?”

“In an apartment a few blocks away from work.”

“And a roommate?”

“No, I live alone.”

“What about friends or family?”

“Yes.”

“Gonna need you to give me more than that.”

“I don’t know what you’re wanting from me with all this.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I just sat there studying her. I’d seen all the information Menace had pulled up on her. I knew she was a smart girl. Hell, I was almost afraid that she was too smart. I didn’t want to make things harder for her than they already were, but it was my job. I’d been placed as the club’s enforcer for a reason. My brothers expected me to get any information we needed; I’d never once let them down and wasn’t going to start now. That didn’t mean I felt any less guilty for pressing her like I was. I could see the anguish in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders as she sat there glaring back at me, but I remained silent, in hopes that’d be enough to get her to talk.

After a brief staring contest, she finally sighed and said, “Fine. My parents are both still alive and living in Franklin where I grew up. We’re pretty close. I talk to them all the time. As far as friends go, I don’t have many. I’ve only lived in Nashville for a few months, but I’ve gotten pretty close to a girl at work. Her name is Madeline.”

“What about a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“So, you’re not involved with anyone?”

“What does my relationship status have to do with anything?” she sassed.

Whether she had a boyfriend or not was irrelevant, but for reasons I couldn’t explain, I was compelled to press her for a definite answer. “Just answer the question, Remington.”

“I already said no.” She cocked her eyebrow. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Just to be clear, I’m not involved with anyone whatsoever, and I haven’t been for a long time. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes. Yes, it does.” Without wasting any time, I asked, “Where do you work?”

“Davis and Cole. It’s a marketing firm downtown.”

“How long have you worked there?”

Her eyes narrowed as she asked, “Do you need an exact length of time, or is it okay to say a few months?”

She was aggravated with me, and rightly so. I was being a dick, and I knew it. Even though I could see the fatigue in her eyes, the dried blood on her forehead and arms, I just couldn’t calm the interrogator in me. Hell, it was engrained in me and couldn’t simply be turned off—even when I wanted to. I wished I was like Doc, calm and cool, making her feel at ease, but I’d be no help to her or my brothers if I didn’t get the intel I needed. I knew I hadn’t crossed any lines, and she was still capable of moving forward, so I ignored her hostile tone and said, “A few months will do.”


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