All Chapters of The Heaven Hill Series: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Everything was quiet and Layne hated it. After speaking with Tyler and Liam the night before, they had all decided to call a meeting with not only Dino but with Thomas Stanton—together. "Think he's going to show?" Dino asked as he sat in the abandoned warehouse with the Heaven Hill boys and two members from his crew. Their uneasy truce was continuing, for how long he didn't know, but sometimes they all knew they had to work together."I dunno," Layne answered. "Jessica sent him a text message last night telling him that she was quitting the business. He won either way."Dino looked up at the other man. "What do you mean by that?""If he sells more of the pictures, he's won because they made a shit ton of money out of it. If they didn't sell it and she ended up having to buy herself out of the contract—which she's going to have to do now—he's won a personal battle. Either way he's living it up.""That shit pisses me off.""What do you know?" Liam asked the leader of the oth

"You okay?" Layne asked as he had a seat next to Jessica.She was sitting in the seat that Steele normally occupied, but he had given her free rein in his cave for the afternoon. He'd been leaving every afternoon for the last two weeks, and no one knew where he was going. It seemed to be important to him, so no one questioned it. Next to the laptop sat precise instructions on what she needed to do to upload her book to the various online vendors that sold self-published ebooks."Yeah," she breathed heavily. "Just nervous. I mean, one day people are going to know that Felicity Heart is Jessica Shea, and that's fine, but it still makes me nervous."Layne leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "Felicity Heart is one smokin' hot erotic author. I'd like to try out some new scenes for her tonight if that's at all possible."She giggled and pushed him away. "Stop, you're distracting me. I have to make sure this actually works. Ya know, I'm not a Hollywood starlet anymore, I need

Christine wrapped her arms tightly around Travis' waist as they traveled back down Highway 526. It was getting easier for her to be near him, for her to trust him, the more often he came around. He was her savior. It was as pure and simple as that. During those dark days when they had first met, she wasn't sure they would ever be at this place in their relationship, but they were. Hell, she hadn't been sure there would even be a place for him in her life, but he had gently never taken no for an answer."You've got to let me help you," he begged. "I can't stand the thought of you taking your clothes off for these men every night. Your brother is one of my best friends; I can't let you keep doing this."She wanted to believe that there were good people in the world, that not everyone wanted something from her that she couldn't give, but unfortunately that had never been the case in her life. Trusting someone was the hardest thing for her to do, and four weeks into a friendship felt l

Her heart was pounding as she ran from the house, down the blacktop road. Remnants of the snow that had fallen a few days before still lay in patches. Her bare feet hit them as she raced this way and that, trying not to run in a straight line. The last time she had tried to run, she'd learned that the hard way. The bullet had clipped her shoulder. This time was it, though; she knew that there wouldn't be another chance. She either made it this time, or she wouldn't. Christine knew that if she didn't make it this time, she was dead. Clinton knew the sheriffs in Simpson, Allen, and Warren counties. They could easily cover up her murder—she would be just a Stepford housewife that had grown bored of her older husband. No one would ever believe the truth; they would never know the hell she had lived in for two years. "Christine," the voice called out from somewhere behind her, taunting in its tone.She couldn't breathe too loudly; he could hear that, and then he would know where she wa

The next morning dawned way too early for Steele, and he knew that he had to bring it. Rooster had brought him in on something that he had absolutely no idea about. He just knew that his cousin had pointed him in the direction of something that maybe the Heaven Hill MC needed to be aware of. He met the guys, just like he promised to do, and took them out deep into Richardsville. Even though he had grown up on these roads, he hated them. They were so curvy, with twists and blind curves that made him nervous. There had to be a reason that Rooster had brought them all the way out there. At one point, they had to pull off to let other people come through the road, even though they were on bikes."This shit is crazy," Jagger breathed. "I've lived in this area my entire life and never knew this shit existed.""This is why the county always took snow days last winter and everybody in town bitched 'cause there was nothing on the roads in Bowling Green. It was slick as snot out here.""Ar