King Cobra (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Page B
Authors: Evelyn Glass
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said he was a gentleman. Their ménage had not stopped at the nightclub; they went to his house quite a few times after that night. According to the girls, he paid them well and treated them better.
Eve considered this new piece of information. It may be that the twins were still in contact with him. It may be that they were aware of his whereabouts. It may be that they could help with finding him.
She shook her head almost as soon as those thoughts entered her mind, pushing them forcefully away. There was no way she was exposing the girls to any possible danger. There was no way she was involving them in this. She was not like Lind. The chances of them actually getting hurt if they were to share any information on Taylor with the MC were admittedly slim, but they were there nonetheless, and Eve wasn’t going to take any chances at all. She was not like Lind.
Tears came back to fill her eyes then, and this time she allowed herself the luxury of letting them fall. There was a time when she thought that being like Lind was a good thing. There was a time when she thought that he possessed only—or at least, mostly—good qualities. Where had that time gone? Why couldn’t she see the good in him like she had done so effortlessly in the past?
She just couldn’t get what Lind had done to Margaret out of her head. How could he even think of using an innocent woman as bait? How could he even think that was a good idea?
“I think Lind blames himself for what happened, too.”
How could he not share such a fierce demon with her? Deep down, Eve knew that Lind was still a good man. But he was a damaged man, a self-destructive and destructive man who had pushed her away when she needed to be close to him the most.
How could he keep her in the dark? Did he not realize that by not telling her, he was only exposing her to more danger?
Eve’s head was spinning. She was confused and conflicted, torn between resenting the man and loving him even more. Most of all, Eve was hurt. She was hurt because now more than ever she realized that the man she loved was slipping away from her, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. More importantly, he was not doing a damn think about it either, and that realization hurt most of all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“This is getting ridiculous, Lind.”
Lind looked up from where he was pouring over a detailed map of Los Angeles that was spread out over the table in the headquarters’ main room. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but he had no intention of giving in to trivial needs such as the care of Morpheus.
“What is?” he asked distractedly, barely glancing at the man before he returned to his frustrating task. A cup of by-now-cold coffee sat forgotten next to his elbow. It was probably a wonder he had not knocked it over yet.
He heard Alec sigh, but he paid that no mind.
“Eve,” Alec said. “Lucas tells me she’s been getting more and more restless. It’s getting hard for the boys to keep track of her whereabouts; she has eluded them a couple of times.”
That got Lind’s attention. He looked up so sharply that it was a wonder he didn’t knock his own head off his neck.
“They lost her?” he growled out.
Alec openly rolled his eyes. “Relax,” he said. “She’s fine.”
The relief that those words brought did nothing to soften Lind’s anger. He felt as taut as a string. “They need to be more careful. Tell them if they lose her, they’ll have to answer to me.”
“Tell them yourself,” Alec snapped.
Lind blinked, taken aback by the sudden hostility. “Is something the matter?” he asked carefully.
“Everything’s the matter,” Alec said. “ You are the matter. You’re getting insane.”
Lind scowled. Usually he would appreciate his friend’s candor, but right now he was in no mood for it. He had a potential psychopath to find and no clue as
Eve considered this new piece of information. It may be that the twins were still in contact with him. It may be that they were aware of his whereabouts. It may be that they could help with finding him.
She shook her head almost as soon as those thoughts entered her mind, pushing them forcefully away. There was no way she was exposing the girls to any possible danger. There was no way she was involving them in this. She was not like Lind. The chances of them actually getting hurt if they were to share any information on Taylor with the MC were admittedly slim, but they were there nonetheless, and Eve wasn’t going to take any chances at all. She was not like Lind.
Tears came back to fill her eyes then, and this time she allowed herself the luxury of letting them fall. There was a time when she thought that being like Lind was a good thing. There was a time when she thought that he possessed only—or at least, mostly—good qualities. Where had that time gone? Why couldn’t she see the good in him like she had done so effortlessly in the past?
She just couldn’t get what Lind had done to Margaret out of her head. How could he even think of using an innocent woman as bait? How could he even think that was a good idea?
“I think Lind blames himself for what happened, too.”
How could he not share such a fierce demon with her? Deep down, Eve knew that Lind was still a good man. But he was a damaged man, a self-destructive and destructive man who had pushed her away when she needed to be close to him the most.
How could he keep her in the dark? Did he not realize that by not telling her, he was only exposing her to more danger?
Eve’s head was spinning. She was confused and conflicted, torn between resenting the man and loving him even more. Most of all, Eve was hurt. She was hurt because now more than ever she realized that the man she loved was slipping away from her, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. More importantly, he was not doing a damn think about it either, and that realization hurt most of all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“This is getting ridiculous, Lind.”
Lind looked up from where he was pouring over a detailed map of Los Angeles that was spread out over the table in the headquarters’ main room. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but he had no intention of giving in to trivial needs such as the care of Morpheus.
“What is?” he asked distractedly, barely glancing at the man before he returned to his frustrating task. A cup of by-now-cold coffee sat forgotten next to his elbow. It was probably a wonder he had not knocked it over yet.
He heard Alec sigh, but he paid that no mind.
“Eve,” Alec said. “Lucas tells me she’s been getting more and more restless. It’s getting hard for the boys to keep track of her whereabouts; she has eluded them a couple of times.”
That got Lind’s attention. He looked up so sharply that it was a wonder he didn’t knock his own head off his neck.
“They lost her?” he growled out.
Alec openly rolled his eyes. “Relax,” he said. “She’s fine.”
The relief that those words brought did nothing to soften Lind’s anger. He felt as taut as a string. “They need to be more careful. Tell them if they lose her, they’ll have to answer to me.”
“Tell them yourself,” Alec snapped.
Lind blinked, taken aback by the sudden hostility. “Is something the matter?” he asked carefully.
“Everything’s the matter,” Alec said. “ You are the matter. You’re getting insane.”
Lind scowled. Usually he would appreciate his friend’s candor, but right now he was in no mood for it. He had a potential psychopath to find and no clue as
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