SHADES: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series Book 3) Read Free Page A

prayed for his soul all the way from Atlanta. A tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed it away.
    She turned and went back inside. She didn’t even have anything in the car to unpack. She’d left town with the clothes on her back and her purse and what little she’d had in her car. She didn’t even have her cell phone. Eric had made her leave it, telling her they might be able to track her down if she used it. He’d instructed her to buy a disposable phone when she got to town and load it with minutes. Thankfully she had the money he’d given her. It would have to make due until she found a job and got an income.
    The only thing she had going for her was that the club didn’t know her last name. All they knew was that her name was Skylar. Eric planned to give them false information, if they ever came asking. A false last name and a false social security number, so if they ever did try to track her down, it would lead them nowhere.
    Luckily the one thing she did have was her laptop. She’d left it in her shoulder bag with all the files from work she sometimes carried around with her. It had been in her car, thankfully. She pulled it out now. The owner had said there was cable and internet set up, and he’d given her the password.
    Opening her laptop, the first thing she did was close her Facebook account. She had no idea how technical any of the guys in the Devil Kings MC were, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
    Then she immediately stopped her mail. Thankfully, Eric had taught her to shred her mail daily, so she didn’t think there was anything incriminating to be found if the MC searched her apartment.
    If they questioned the apartment manager, they’d only find that the apartment was rented in the name of Eric Ramsey. Another favor he’d done for her when she didn’t have the good credit to sign the lease. The electric was in his name, too. Although she paid all the bills.
    Thank God for bad credit!

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ONE
     
    She rode back into his life when he least expected it…
     
     
    Shades took a hit off his cigarette and looked up from the fire burning in the barrel in the backyard of the Evil Dead clubhouse. The Birmingham Chapter had just lost its VP and brothers were descending from all over the country for the funeral. Two bikes rode in through the back gate. Shades had to blink into the setting sun to be sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
    Holy shit.
    Skylar.
    He hadn’t seen her in years, and now here she was, the love of his life, riding back into his life—on the back of a brother’s bike.
    Fucking hell.
     
     
    Earlier that day…
     
    Skylar drove through downtown Birmingham. It had been years since she’d been back home. She got off on 20 th Street and drove her little silver Miata through Five Points South. She had the top down, and the wind blew through her long dark hair. Stopping at the light, Skylar looked around her hometown. The place was the same, but the businesses had all changed. The fountain was still standing center stage on one corner—still attracting the hippie-homeless types. A couple of musicians were set up, playing—a guitar case taking tips. The restaurant on the corner with the outdoor courtyard had now become a microbrewery. The music hall where she’d snuck out to see her first concert was now a pool hall.
    Following the directions she’d been given, she turned left onto a side street, and parked half a block down. Climbing out of her car, she pushed her sunglasses up on her head and looked up at the storefront window. Lily Pad was painted across in block letters. The trademark statue of a frog sat center-stage in the window. Smiling, she moved up onto the sidewalk and headed inside.
    A bell tinkled over the door as she entered the shop. Skylar glanced around. Her best friend may have moved locations, but this place suited her. The floors were wood, the walls brick. Pottery, sculptures and assorted art pieces filled the place. Recessed lighting