Steel And Heat (Blacksteel Bandits Motorcycle Club book 2)
“It was a small affair, with two single beds and threadbare carpet. The faucet in the bathroom leaked and the television always had a sheen of static under the shows. It was the only other motel near Legacy, though.
He muttered garbled obscenities under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair. Miranda had been none too gentle about giving them the boot. Beneath the barbed anger, though, a blunt pain echoed. He tried to ignore it.
On one of the beds, Jack slumped, elbows on his knees. He looked about ready to melt into the bed. Since they arrived at the motel, his eyes weren't focused on much of anything other than the carpet on the floor. Tyler paused as the first rumbles of words mustered their way from Jack's lips, “Maybe we should go back.”
“Why?” The heat rose in Tyler's face and his fingers flexed. Did Jack not remember the tongue lashing Miranda gave them? He didn't want to go through that sort of scenario, again.
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