Masked & Miserable: A Novella of the Sacred Hearts MC (Book 3.5) by A.J. Downey Page A
Authors: A.J. Downey
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we took it to heart. It made for a darker and grimmer atmosphere
and I guess I couldn’t blame him for jumping at shadows. It was at this point
that I felt like a total fucking moron because like a bolt from the blue,
everything that Ghost had been rambling about fell into place.
“Wonder what had his panties in such a wad,” Dragon said and
with a final heave we flopped Ghost onto a simply made queen sized bed in a
sparsely furnished spare room. I straightened and stretched.
“Shelly,” I said and Dragon cocked an eyebrow like he wasn’t
really surprised.
“Those two have had a thing for each other since they laid
eyes on the other. Never could figure why he wouldn’t tap that.” He lifted a
shoulder in an indelicate shrug.
“Well come on,” he said, “Let’s get his boots off and leave
him to sleep it off.” We set to work silently letting Ghost’s steel toes hit
the plain gray office style nondescript flat carpet.
“Good enough,” Dragon declared and we left the room. We’d
left Ghost on his side, head propped on his arm. If he puked he wouldn’t drown
in it. I’d still be checking on him later. This was not my first drunk watch
since becoming a prospect.
“Suppose you’ll be needing a room tonight too, take the one
there,” Dragon indicated a room directly across the hall.
“Thanks,” I said softly.
“Don’t mention it Prospect,” he said waving over his
shoulder. His ponytail long and dark, cutting a black line down the middle of
his tanned back to tickle the top of the equally black butt of his gun sticking
out of his waistband.
“Hey Dragon?” I asked impulsively.
“Yeah boy?” he turned and rubbed a hand over the dark
whiskers on his chin, his almost black eyes cutting back in my direction and
burning a hole in my face.
“Is it really that bad?” I asked and waved a hand to
indicate the gun. He looked me over and gave a grudging nod.
“Reaver killed their President, boy. That’s not something
any club can, or will, let slide… No matter what thing the man done to deserve
it.”
I nodded and looked back in the direction of Ghost, “What do
we do?” I asked.
“Well we can’t kill ‘em all, so we wait. We wait to see what
happens and we hold our ground. Why, worried about yer rainbow hide?” he asked
but his eyes and smile were kind when he asked, taking any accusations of
cowardice out of the question.
“No. Not mine,” I answered him honestly, thinking of Aaron,
of my brothers who I really did consider my family even though I was still just
a prospect. Dragon’s eyes narrowed.
“He’s fine for the time being. Come out here and have a
drink. Seems to me you got some troubles of your own on your mind.”
I nodded and followed him out to the common room. Dragon
indicated a chair at a two person table and I dropped into it. He looked me
over one more time and nodded sagely.
“Think this calls for the good stuff.” He went behind the
bar and grabbed two glasses and a bottle from underneath and came back. He set
the glasses on the table and a bottle of Jose Cuervo Reserva de la Familia
between them. My eyebrows went up.
“Kid,” he drawled uncapping the bottle and pouring, “I like
you.”
I watched him carefully and waited for him to say more…
expecting there to be a ‘but’, I mean it sounded like there was a ‘but’ hanging
there, thick and as tangible as smoke would be curling under the low barroom
lighting. Thinking of which, Dragon shook a cig out of a pack from the table
and put it between his lips. He lit up and took a solid drag, holding the pack
out to me. I put up a hand and shook my head politely.
When he didn’t say anything I prompted with a querulous
“But..?”
He sighed, “We all got secrets boy. We all got pasts and we
all come from somewhere and for the most part we all accept that about one
another. We don’t pry unless it’s required and we don’t butt in where we don’t
belong. Take Ghost in there,” he waved in the
and I guess I couldn’t blame him for jumping at shadows. It was at this point
that I felt like a total fucking moron because like a bolt from the blue,
everything that Ghost had been rambling about fell into place.
“Wonder what had his panties in such a wad,” Dragon said and
with a final heave we flopped Ghost onto a simply made queen sized bed in a
sparsely furnished spare room. I straightened and stretched.
“Shelly,” I said and Dragon cocked an eyebrow like he wasn’t
really surprised.
“Those two have had a thing for each other since they laid
eyes on the other. Never could figure why he wouldn’t tap that.” He lifted a
shoulder in an indelicate shrug.
“Well come on,” he said, “Let’s get his boots off and leave
him to sleep it off.” We set to work silently letting Ghost’s steel toes hit
the plain gray office style nondescript flat carpet.
“Good enough,” Dragon declared and we left the room. We’d
left Ghost on his side, head propped on his arm. If he puked he wouldn’t drown
in it. I’d still be checking on him later. This was not my first drunk watch
since becoming a prospect.
“Suppose you’ll be needing a room tonight too, take the one
there,” Dragon indicated a room directly across the hall.
“Thanks,” I said softly.
“Don’t mention it Prospect,” he said waving over his
shoulder. His ponytail long and dark, cutting a black line down the middle of
his tanned back to tickle the top of the equally black butt of his gun sticking
out of his waistband.
“Hey Dragon?” I asked impulsively.
“Yeah boy?” he turned and rubbed a hand over the dark
whiskers on his chin, his almost black eyes cutting back in my direction and
burning a hole in my face.
“Is it really that bad?” I asked and waved a hand to
indicate the gun. He looked me over and gave a grudging nod.
“Reaver killed their President, boy. That’s not something
any club can, or will, let slide… No matter what thing the man done to deserve
it.”
I nodded and looked back in the direction of Ghost, “What do
we do?” I asked.
“Well we can’t kill ‘em all, so we wait. We wait to see what
happens and we hold our ground. Why, worried about yer rainbow hide?” he asked
but his eyes and smile were kind when he asked, taking any accusations of
cowardice out of the question.
“No. Not mine,” I answered him honestly, thinking of Aaron,
of my brothers who I really did consider my family even though I was still just
a prospect. Dragon’s eyes narrowed.
“He’s fine for the time being. Come out here and have a
drink. Seems to me you got some troubles of your own on your mind.”
I nodded and followed him out to the common room. Dragon
indicated a chair at a two person table and I dropped into it. He looked me
over one more time and nodded sagely.
“Think this calls for the good stuff.” He went behind the
bar and grabbed two glasses and a bottle from underneath and came back. He set
the glasses on the table and a bottle of Jose Cuervo Reserva de la Familia
between them. My eyebrows went up.
“Kid,” he drawled uncapping the bottle and pouring, “I like
you.”
I watched him carefully and waited for him to say more…
expecting there to be a ‘but’, I mean it sounded like there was a ‘but’ hanging
there, thick and as tangible as smoke would be curling under the low barroom
lighting. Thinking of which, Dragon shook a cig out of a pack from the table
and put it between his lips. He lit up and took a solid drag, holding the pack
out to me. I put up a hand and shook my head politely.
When he didn’t say anything I prompted with a querulous
“But..?”
He sighed, “We all got secrets boy. We all got pasts and we
all come from somewhere and for the most part we all accept that about one
another. We don’t pry unless it’s required and we don’t butt in where we don’t
belong. Take Ghost in there,” he waved in the
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