AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As the gate opened and Diesel pulled forward, I let him have it. “Are you kidding me right now?” In the front passenger seat, I crossed my arms. “You drag my ass to Austin-mother-fucking-Texas…” I uncrossed my arms to gesture to the angry giant. “To have to deal with ‘Tower,’ who you clearly have pissed off for whatever reason.” I thumbed to the backseat. “We got precious cargo, and you had the boys park down the fucking road. Why?”
“Which part?” He grimaced while waving to Tower—who didn’t wave back.
“Which part?” I practically imploded. “How about… How about why does that ridiculously large man—”
“Eh, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
“Then why do you look scared?!” I screeched.
As if I were some absurd moron, he gawked at me. “’Cause before they fall they fucking do damage. El comprende-o?”
Following the four-wheeler leading us to our demise, I pinched the bridge of my nose under my sunglasses. “Diesel, why does that creature look like he wants to shoot you?”
“’Cause he does.”
“I’m about to stab you.”
“Rude.”
“If this man wants you dead, why are we without backup?”
“Oh, he don’t want me dead, just injured.”
“Diesel!”
“Why is everyone always screaming at me?”
Don’t kill Diesel your damn self. Don’t kill Diesel your damn self.
Clearing murderous thoughts, in a fake calm I asked, “And leaving weaponed men behind?”
Diesel scrunched his nose. “Tower says bikers are a bad influence.”
Two sets of giggles reminded me of the beauties in the backseat. “What the hell is so funny?”
Rya answered, “You’re losing your shit.”
Holding the steering wheel, Diesel looked at her. “Right? Geesh.”
We parked in front of a big home that appeared to be Spanish influenced with white stucco and numerous black iron pieces. “Pretty,” the girls cooed.
After I got out, I opened Demi’s door and Diesel opened Rya’s. It was weird not to have Thunder with us, hence why I was so stressed. He was presently speaking with the head honcho of the Royal Bastards about starting our own club.
If anything happened to the girls, spooky, red-eyed-Hellion would have my ass for lunch then save the rest of me for dinner and a midnight snack. “Good god, what am I doing here?”
Demi slipped her tiny hand in mine and said, “I trust you.”
She was so adorable, I wanted to lock her away in a safe and throw away the key. If anyone ever hurt her again, I’d torture them for two weeks then kill them. Slowly.
Diesel shook Tower’s hand. “Don’t look so gloomy, big guy. Once the cops cleared out the bar fight, all was well!”
Turning away from him, the man pulled a handheld to his mouth after mumbling, “And the other three?” Beep, beep! “Trouble’s here.”
Diesel blew off the mumble with, “One bar fight, three bar fights. What’s the difference?”
I glared at Diesel, silently imploring him to shut the fuck up.
He winked at me. “What can I say. Fireball brings out the worst in me.”
