Read Iron for Free Online
Authors: Amy Isan
vest patches. After thinking for a few moments and letting the breeze cool my skin, I take off my vest and stuff it into one of my saddlebags.
“Why’d you do that?” Cassie’s voice is near me, but feels distant as I’m lost in my thoughts.
“To keep them safe.”
Without another word, we climb onto my bike and I start it up. Her hands are hot and that much closer to my skin without my vest in the way. Her body presses up against my warm back as we ride off, and I feel a bit of light seep into a day that only looks like it’s getting darker and darker.
CHAPTER 4 — CASSIE
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A s we head back to Logan’s place, I’m feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My nerves feel like they’ve been at full tilt since he dragged me out of his apartment. His brothers seem like nice enough guys, but not strong enough to keep us safe from the impending doom of the other gang coming down on me and Logan for revenge.
Why me? I didn’t even do anything wrong... if anything, I helped, didn’t I? I put the president of the Ruin Outlaws club in the hospital. Shouldn’t the rival gang be on my side?
We pull up to his house and climb off his bike. He’s silent as he leads the away into his apartment, and I follow just as tight-lipped. Inside, he sits on the couch with a heavy sigh. I stand awkwardly at the front door. I feel homesick, and I miss Sara. Hell, of all the things, I miss my job and I even miss Becky ranting at me. At least she wasn’t dragging me into murder scenes.
“I don’t trust Surge.”
Logan snaps his eyes at me. “That’s a problem... Cassie, I need you to trust him. He’s like a brother to me.”
“Why should I?” I feel overwhelmed and stupid for even arguing with him. He’s part of their club too, but he’s... tainted, right? Like he sees me differently than they do. “They were nice to me but I just couldn’t relax the whole time I was there. Surge had his eye on me. Like he was studying me. I couldn’t get a read on that man.” It felt like he was constantly flipping between looking at me in disgust or admiration. What the fuck?
“That’s just how he is. That’s how he’s always been,” Logan says, as if that resolves it. It doesn’t.
I sigh and wander into the kitchen and feel Logan’s eyes follow me. I grab a glass from his cupboard and fill it with tap water, and drink the whole thing. My parched mouth doesn’t feel any better, and my anxiety is only getting worse. “It just all seems wrong. Why do we have to leave town? Why can’t you do something about the Skeletons? You...” I pause and hesitate to continue, but Logan’s frown only encourages me, “Took care of Rattlesnake easily enough.”
He stands up and pushes past me into the kitchen. He takes my empty glass off the counter and fills it with water and I watch him drink it. I can’t tell if he’s thinking about what I said, or just brushing me aside.
“It’s just the best thing for us now.”
I shake my head. “Are you going to ignore what I said?”
I hesitate. “Why do I have to go? This is about you isn’t it? Why does it involve me? Because Surge says so?”
“Cassie,” Logan says. His strong hands grip my shoulders and I can’t help but look at his tattoo sleeves. Covered in skulls and flying bats. Macabre. I guess I never really noticed the details before. “You don't know Surge like I do.”
I brush his hands off. “If I hadn’t gotten involved with you, they wouldn’t be trying to get to me. Why don’t you answer me? Your crew could take out theirs, right? Then we wouldn’t have to ditch town.”
“You think that would work?” He grins a little, almost playfully. He points at his swollen and bruised eye. “This is what happened when I tried to talk to a former club member. He had a gun, Cassie.” My hand goes to my mouth and I gasp involuntarily. He continues, “Besides, bodies make things more complicated than you probably think from watching all those TV
“Why’d you do that?” Cassie’s voice is near me, but feels distant as I’m lost in my thoughts.
“To keep them safe.”
Without another word, we climb onto my bike and I start it up. Her hands are hot and that much closer to my skin without my vest in the way. Her body presses up against my warm back as we ride off, and I feel a bit of light seep into a day that only looks like it’s getting darker and darker.
CHAPTER 4 — CASSIE
––––––––
A s we head back to Logan’s place, I’m feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My nerves feel like they’ve been at full tilt since he dragged me out of his apartment. His brothers seem like nice enough guys, but not strong enough to keep us safe from the impending doom of the other gang coming down on me and Logan for revenge.
Why me? I didn’t even do anything wrong... if anything, I helped, didn’t I? I put the president of the Ruin Outlaws club in the hospital. Shouldn’t the rival gang be on my side?
We pull up to his house and climb off his bike. He’s silent as he leads the away into his apartment, and I follow just as tight-lipped. Inside, he sits on the couch with a heavy sigh. I stand awkwardly at the front door. I feel homesick, and I miss Sara. Hell, of all the things, I miss my job and I even miss Becky ranting at me. At least she wasn’t dragging me into murder scenes.
“I don’t trust Surge.”
Logan snaps his eyes at me. “That’s a problem... Cassie, I need you to trust him. He’s like a brother to me.”
“Why should I?” I feel overwhelmed and stupid for even arguing with him. He’s part of their club too, but he’s... tainted, right? Like he sees me differently than they do. “They were nice to me but I just couldn’t relax the whole time I was there. Surge had his eye on me. Like he was studying me. I couldn’t get a read on that man.” It felt like he was constantly flipping between looking at me in disgust or admiration. What the fuck?
“That’s just how he is. That’s how he’s always been,” Logan says, as if that resolves it. It doesn’t.
I sigh and wander into the kitchen and feel Logan’s eyes follow me. I grab a glass from his cupboard and fill it with tap water, and drink the whole thing. My parched mouth doesn’t feel any better, and my anxiety is only getting worse. “It just all seems wrong. Why do we have to leave town? Why can’t you do something about the Skeletons? You...” I pause and hesitate to continue, but Logan’s frown only encourages me, “Took care of Rattlesnake easily enough.”
He stands up and pushes past me into the kitchen. He takes my empty glass off the counter and fills it with water and I watch him drink it. I can’t tell if he’s thinking about what I said, or just brushing me aside.
“It’s just the best thing for us now.”
I shake my head. “Are you going to ignore what I said?”
I hesitate. “Why do I have to go? This is about you isn’t it? Why does it involve me? Because Surge says so?”
“Cassie,” Logan says. His strong hands grip my shoulders and I can’t help but look at his tattoo sleeves. Covered in skulls and flying bats. Macabre. I guess I never really noticed the details before. “You don't know Surge like I do.”
I brush his hands off. “If I hadn’t gotten involved with you, they wouldn’t be trying to get to me. Why don’t you answer me? Your crew could take out theirs, right? Then we wouldn’t have to ditch town.”
“You think that would work?” He grins a little, almost playfully. He points at his swollen and bruised eye. “This is what happened when I tried to talk to a former club member. He had a gun, Cassie.” My hand goes to my mouth and I gasp involuntarily. He continues, “Besides, bodies make things more complicated than you probably think from watching all those TV