Torrid (Judgement #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Judgement Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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When I reached the top, I heard a loud moan coming from her room, then the thump of the headboard. Standing there, I listened, unable to end the torture as Liam and Sissy screwed. My eyes stung with unshed tears, and I knew I had to get out of here. Away from both of them.

The pain in my chest was one I was familiar with. It was from the rejection and not being wanted. Well, I’d be damned if my child ever knew that feeling.

Determined, I got the second suitcase down the stairs faster and headed for the front door.

I didn’t need anyone’s help. They could all go to hell. I would figure this out.

7

Liam

Selena: Sorry again about last night. Thanks for your help.

I read the text twice, trying to think of how to respond. Whatever Liberty had been on was strong, and I didn’t think Selena knew what she might be up against.

Me: Have you spoken to her this morning?

I sent it and waited.

Selena had told me last night she’d been worried that Liberty was on drugs. I’d been uneasy, leaving her there last night after dropping Liberty in her room. Liberty could bring some dangerous shit to her door if she was messing with heavy drugs. I’d seen death in my club because of this kind of thing.

Selena: She got up this morning, packed her bags, yelled at me, and stormed out of the house. She’s gone. I couldn’t help her. She refused to even talk to me about it.

Sounded like drugs all right. I could normally pick out a female like that a mile away. Liberty had fooled me though. I’d been too distracted by that face and her world-class tits and ass that I hadn’t noticed the signs.

Me: It’s for the best.

I slid my phone in my pocket and headed out of the house after rubbing Ozzy’s head and telling him I’d be back later. I needed to make up my mind about Madeline’s invitation to bring Selena to dinner.

I found myself not looking forward to being around her simply because I wasn’t feeling anything more for her than friendship while I was starting to see the signs of her wanting more. She didn’t deserve to be strung along, believing we would become a couple when I wasn’t into her. Not the kind of way a man needed to be if he was going to be exclusive with one woman.

I got on my bike and debated on my next move. Going to Miami for a few days was probably needed. It would give me space, and I could be around to deal with club stuff. I cranked up the Harley and headed south. A week away, and I would be more clearheaded and ready to make a decision about Selena.

I made a quick stop at the service station to fill up and call Devil’s to let Tex know I was headed to Miami. With him back for the next week, things would be under control here. My gaze veered to the next exit up ahead and the Abernathy’s sign that could be seen from the interstate. Deciding to do a little investigating for Selena since I was leaving town and not sticking around to help with anything that came up with Liberty, I turned on my blinker and headed toward the bar I hadn’t set foot in since the night I’d taken Liberty to the motel.

Pulling into the front, I parked my bike and got off. It was early still, and the sign said they opened at eleven. That was thirty minutes ago. Not much of a crowd at this time of day. I took off my helmet and headed inside.

Behind the bar was a guy unloading a cart of clean glasses onto the shelf. He glanced back at me as I made my way over there. Only two tables had people at them, but there was no one sitting at the bar. He put the glass in his hand down and turned to me.

“Can I get you something?”

I pulled out a stool and sat down. “Bud Light,” I told him.

“Tap?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He picked up a tall glass from the cart.

“Liberty still work here?” I asked.

He paused and looked back at me. “Yeah. How do you know Lib?”

Lib. Him shortening her name like that annoyed me, but I didn’t want to think about why.

“She working today?” I asked, ignoring his question.

He glanced toward the back, looking unsure of how to answer. “Uh, yeah,” he finally said.

I followed his gaze. “She here already?”

He slid my drink in front of me. “Listen, I don’t know you, and I don’t feel comfortable telling you Lib’s personal stuff.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “When she’s on shift next isn’t personal. Just a question.”

The guy didn’t say anything.

“Did she work last night?” I asked.


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