Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) Read Free Page A

a man shouldn’t make his woman cry hurtful tears, and if I stick around you will cry later on when you realize being with me is holding you from getting elected. I wouldn’t be able to look in a mirror to shave or comb my damn hair if I was to be the reason your dream couldn’t come true.”
    Election night she’d come home to find a dozen yellow roses and one blood red one in the center with a card that said, “Proud of you, and may all of your dreams come true.”
    He hadn’t signed the card, but she knew who sent the beautiful flowers, and she’d sat at her kitchen table and bawled her eyes out that night. It was so unfair, and she hated the job that she loved because she couldn’t have it all like she’d always believed a woman could. She could have the dream, or she could have the man of her dreams, one or the other, and it sucked.
    Now she needed him to hold her in his strong arms and tell her everything would be all right, but he had cut the tie between them, and she was alone. She fell asleep on the sofa they’d first made love on, and woke up to see Birdsong Johnson staring at her.
    She opened her mouth to scream and she saw the raised fist that she hadn’t ducked fast enough to avoid.
    She woke up when she was pulled from under the backseat of a vehicle that she didn’t recognize. She realized then that someone else must have been driving Birdsong’s old pick-up as a decoy for the police to be looking out for.
    Juanita stared at her in fear, but Selma kept her eyes on the gruff wiry man. He could use a good scrubbing from the smell of the him, and he grinned at her with tobacco stained rotting teeth. She wanted to put her fingers to her jaw to see if anything was broken, but her upper arms were taped to her sides, and she couldn’t get her hand up far enough to touch her face.
    “You thought you’d get away with takin’ my kids, but you gonna learn a lesson, girly, they give ‘em back, they get you back.” He looked her up and down with disgust, and shook his head as if he’d found her unattractive. “While you’re at it, you’re gonna tell me how you got the little fuckers off of my property, I ain’t a patient man, so you need to talk.”
    Selma wasn’t about to divulge anything to this man and she knew he wouldn’t like it. There was no way for her to brace herself from the fist upside her head again. Her jaw still hurt from the last time he’d hit her, and she screamed and spat the blood from her mouth at his feet.
    Her jerked her back to her feet and spat tobacco juice over his shoulder before grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the woods.
    “I gave you the chance to tell me what I want to know, but you split tails are all alike, a bunch of lyin’, connivin’ whores. So I’m takin’ you to your new home. You ain’t used to a place like this one, but it’s what happens when you steal from a man, an’ mess with his family.”
    They walked for what seemed like miles to her. Her feet were a mess of cuts and she felt the liquid of her bloody scrapes trickle through her toes as she was towed along. Finally they came to a cave of sorts dug into the side of a small hill, and Selma knew this would be her prison. She pulled back when Birdsong kept walking toward the hole in the side of the hill.
    “No, please don’t do this, you are already wanted by the police for what you did to your children, what makes you think they will give the children back to live in the same situation? You allowed men to fondle your ten-year-old daughter for God’s sake. You hit your twelve-year-old so hard he is deaf and blind on the right side of his head. The others are in bad shape too. Why are you doing this?”
    He ignored her words and she dug her bloody heels into the rotted leaves, but it caused her to skate and fall into a position of almost the splits. Fuck that hurt . Her hamstrings were screaming bloody murder, but the sound of Birdsong laughing maniacally brought her attention back to